82 J. COLE.

Meanwhile the doctor held Joe’s wrist, and
my sister, at a sign from him, put a few drops
of nourishment between the pale lips.

“My dear,” at length said the doctor, “ did
you say the boy’s brother was in London?”

“Yes,” I replied, “but I have no address,
as I expect him here this morning.”

“That is well; he may be in time.”

“In time?” I repeated; “in time for what?
Is he dying? Can nothing be done?”

The good doctor looked again with moist-
ened eyes on the little white face, and said
sadly —

“JT fear not, but the sight of this brother
he seems to have such a strong love for may
rouse him for a while. As it is, he is sinking
fast. I can do no more, he is beyond human
skill; but love and God’s help may yet save
him. Poor little fellow, he has done his duty
nobly, and even to die doing that is an envi-
able fate; but we want such boys as this to
live, and show others the way.”

There was a slight sound at the room door,
and on turning round I saw Dick — Dick
with wild, dumb entreaty in his eyes.