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"Shall I send for her?" she asked, but Wilford answered: "No, I a her hand he fell away to sleep

This was the first day of her being with him, but there were other days when he was not so quiet, when all her strength and that of Morris, who, at her earnest solicitation, caoing ho enough, and like a giant he writhed under a force superior to his own, and which held him down and controlled his, and sent a shudder to the hearts of those who heard them As the two men, who at first had occupied the rooh to leave for hoed that unless absolutely necessary no other one should he sent to that small apartment, where all the air was needed for the patient in their charge And thus the rooreorse so fast that Morris wrote to Katy, while Marian followed the letter with a telegraht was passing, the fifth since Morris' letter was sent to Katy, and Morris sat by Wilford's cot, wondering if theher to him, when suddenly he nition he could not mistake

"Do you know enuine sympathy in his voice that the heavy eyelids quivered for an instant, as Wilford nodded his head, and whispered: "Dr Grant"

There had been a momentary flash of resentment when he saas the watcher beside him, but Wilford was too weak, too helpless to cherish that feeling long, and besides there were floating through his still bewildered mind visions of some friendly hand, which had ministered to hiht an angel's, and which was not there noith hied to Morris Grant, and reratitude was touched, and when Morris took his hand he did not at once withdraw it, but let his long, white fingers cling around the warth

"You have been very sick," Morris said, anticipating the question Wilford would ask, "You are very sick still, and at the request of your nurse I came to attend you"