spent two hours of blessed sadness at the castle; how August
slept peacefully for five minutes at a time with his hand in hers, and
then awoke and looked at her, and then slumbered again; how she
moistened his parched lips for him, and gave him wine; how at last she
had to bid him a painful farewell; how the mother gave her a benediction
in German and a kiss; how Wilhelmina clung to her with tears; how Jonas
called her a turtle-dove angel; how Brother Hall, the preacher who had
been sent for at the mother's request, to converse with the dying man,
spoke a few consoling words to her; how Gottlieb confided to Jonas his
intention never to "sprach nodin 'pout Yangee kirls no more;" and how at
last Uncle Andrew walked home with her, I have not time to tell. When
the Philosopher bade her adieu, he called her names which she did not
understand. But she turned back to him, and after a minute's hesitation,
spoke huskily. "Uncle Andrew if he--if he should get worse--I want--"

"I know, my daughter; you want him to die your husband?"

"Yes, if he wishes it. Send for me day or night, and I'll come in spite
of everybody."

"God bless you, my daughter!" said Andrew. And he watched until she got
safely into the house without discovery, and then he went back satisfied
and proud.

Of course August died, and Julia devoted herself to philanthropic
labors. It is the fashion now for novels to end thus sadly, and you
would not have me be out of the fashion.

But August did not die. Joy is a better stimulant than wine. Love is the
best tonic in the pharmacopeia. And from the hour in which August Wehle
looked into the eyes of Julia, the tide of life set back again. Not
perceptibly at first. For two days he was neither better nor worse. But
this was a gain. Then slowly he came back to life. But at Andrew's
instance he kept indoors while Humphreys staid.

Humphreys, on his part, like Ananias, pretended to have disposed of all
his property, paid his debts, reserved enough to live on until the
approaching day of doom, and given the rest to the poor of the household
of faith, and there were several others who were sincere enough to do
what he only pretended.

Among the leading Adventists was "Dr." Ketchup, who still dealt out
corn-sweats and ginseng-tea, but who refused to sell his property. He
excused himself by quoting the injunction, "Occupy till I come." But
others sold their estates for trifles, and gave themselves up to
proclaiming t