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The next day Salome was seized with a severe headache. She did not leave

the house, and of course I did not see her, as she stayed in her room

upstairs. We felt no especial concern, although she was not accustomed

to such attacks, and with the coming of night her head grew easier. I

went out after supper to pace up and down the avenue, to smoke my pipe,

and to watch the windows of her room. I remained in the yard till nearly

eleven, and the light was still burning when I went in. The next morning

Mrs. Grundy told me that Salome had some fever, and that a doctor had

been sent for. I heard the news in silent fear, and my heart sank. I

longed to tell this good old woman what her daughter was to me; but

Salome had said nothing about it, and I could not speak without her

consent.

The doctor came, an important-looking young fellow whom I felt inclined

to kick off the porch the moment he set foot on it. When he descended

from the sick room he pompously announced that it was only an ordinary

cold, which would quickly disappear before the remedies which he had

left. But the days went by, and she grew no better, and I never saw her.

How my heart hungered for a glance of her sweet face; how my eyes longed

to look into the clear, brown depths of hers. One morning I was told

that a leading physician from Louisville had been summoned. Dr. Yandel

came--and stayed. Typhoid fever is a grim foe which requires vigilance

as well as medical skill.

I went about like one distraught with a cold hand gripping my heart. It

was then she asked to see me. I went to her room for a few moments, and

came out with my face gray, and a pitiful, broken prayer to God. Two

weeks--and one night they came for me. Like a broken, shattered lily she

lay, but her lips smiled with their last breath, and whispered--"Abner."

Blinded and weak, I groped my way out into the night, and sat down. My

yellow dog found me, and crept, whining, between my knees. When I lifted

my stricken face to the sky, I thought I saw a misty shallop touch the

strand of heaven, and a slender white figure with brown hair step onto

the plains of Paradise.

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