DAISY 43

sured me that he had not the slightest hope of
the child’s recovery. He never spoke to any
one, and after the bank closed, came home and
shut himelf up in his room. How he passed
the time no one knew. ®ne night, | heard
Mrs. Brummond come to his door, knock gently,
and ask whether he would like to come and say
good-bye to Baisy. The doctor had said that she
would probably not live through the night, and the
nurse thought that now she was having the lucid
interval which sometimes comes before death—and
she wanted to see him. | stole quietly out of
my room, Robertson stood in the hall, his hand
on the door-handle, an expression of terrible an-
guish on his face. Suddenly he composed his
features, and went toward the child’s room. |

paused on the . threshold. Hehe room was