Grandma Markham was dying, but she knew Maddy, and the palsied lips

worked painfully as they attempted to utter the loved name; while her

wasted face lighted up with eager joy as Maddy's arms were twined

about her neck, and she felt Maddy's kisses on her cheek and brow.

Could she not speak? Would she never speak again, Maddy asked

despairingly, and her grandfather replied: "Never, most likely. The

only thing she's said since the shock was to call your name; She's

missed you despatly this winter back, more than ever before, I think.

So have we all, but we would not send for you--Mr. Guy said you was

learning so fast." "Oh, grandpa, why didn't you? I would have come so

willingly," and for an instant Maddy's eyes flashed reproachfully upon

the recreant Guy, standing aloof from the little group gathered about

the bed, his arms folded together, and a moody look upon his face.

He was thinking of what had not yet entered Maddy's mind, thinking of

the future--Maddy's future, when the aged form upon the bed should be

gone, and the two comparatively helpless men be left alone.

"But it shall not be. The sacrifice is far too great. I can prevent

it, and I will," he muttered to himself, as he turned to watch the

gray dawn breaking in the east. Guy was a puzzle to himself. He would

not admit that during the past year his liking for Maddy Clyde had

grown to be something stronger than mere friendship, nor yet that his

feelings toward Lucy had undergone a change, prompting him not to go

to her when she was sick, and not to be as sorry as he ought that the

marriage was again deferred. Lucy had no suspicion of the change and

her childlike trust in him was the anchor which held him still true to

her in intentions at least, if not in reality. He knew from her

letters how much she had learned to like Maddy Clyde, and so, he

argued, there was no harm in his liking her too. She was a splendid

girl, and it seemed a pity that her lot should have been so humbly

cast. This was usually the drift of his thoughts in connection with

her; and now, as he stood there its that cottage, Maddy's home, they

recurred to him with tenfold intensity, for well he foresaw that a

struggle was before him if he rescued Maddy as he meant to do from her

approaching fate.

No such thoughts, however, intruded themselves on Maddy's mind. She

did not look away from the present, except it were at the past, in

which she feared she had erred by leaving her grandmother too much

alone. But to her passionate appeals for forgiveness, if she ever had

neglected the dying one, there came back only loving looks and mute

caresses, the aged hand smoothing lovingly the bowed head, or pressing

fondly the girlish cheeks where Guy's hand had been. With the coming

of daylight, however, there was a change; and Maddy, listening

intently, heard what sounded like her name. The tied tongue was loosed

for a little, and in tones scarcely articulate, the disciple who for

long years had served her Heavenly Father faithfully, bore testimony

to the blessed truth that God's promises to those who love Him are not

mere promises--that He will go with them through the river of death,

disarming the fainting soul of every fear, and making the dying bed

the very gate of heaven. This tribute to the Savior was her first

thought, while the second was a blessing for her darling, a charge to

seek the narrow way now in life's early morning. Disjointed sentences

they were, but Maddy understood them all, treasuring up every word

even to the last, the words the farther apart and most painfully

uttered, "You--will--care--and--comfort----" She did not say whom, but

Maddy knew whom she meant; and without then realizing the magnitude of

the act, virtually accepted the burden from which Guy was so anxious

to save her.




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