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Title: Scribner's magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York : C. Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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on thestool and wound up his watch (a thinghe had allowed her to do as reward of service) and placed it beside the candle,so that he could see it easily. Hewatched her with half-closed eyes ; andwhen she i^aused to consider whethershe had done all that was necessary forhis comfort that night he motioned herto come on to the bed, and kissed her,mumbling something which she neverheard, the voice was so low and indis-tinct. She replaced the letter in hisfumbling fingers, so that he might haveno difficulty in finding it in the morn-ing ; and at that he sank back andseemed at once deep in slumber. Shetripped about fussily for a minute ortwo, setting the towel straight anddrawing the window closer to; thentook a long, wondering stare at him andwent away. But she came again early next morn-ing. The candle was still burning.She blew it out. The watch was tickingon, and the man was in exactly the sameattitude in which she had left him, theletter unopened. She thought it unusual for him not 219
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DRAWN BY M. HATHERELU Sne sat for a time wondering.—Page 221. ENGRAVED BY F. S. KING. THE END OF BOOKS 221 to be awake Sunday niornino-, so nlieput her small, warm hand on his torouse him ; and suddenly ran away,screaming- to her father. The candle had burnt in vain to li<;htthe Sunday in for him, tin; watcli hadticked in vain to tell him when it came,and Miss Ang-ela Joness self-torture hadbeen cpiite unnecessary. The little girl missed her occui3ationdreadfully, and cuddled her kittenmany days, comfortless. And whenthe grave had been filled in close be-side the tall, square tower, that lookeddown upon the summer blue of Bide-ford Bay, she took it out with her there, and sat for a time wondering why theBirmingham bootmaker, when he came,had thanked her and kissed her sooften ; and why lie had, after openingand reading that letter, put it into an-other envelope, sealed it up and i)lacedit on the mans breast as he lay in thecoffin, to show or not, as he chose, atthe Judgment-day ;

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