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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Phebe
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
Both Sides
Aunt Clara's Plan
Alas for Charlie!
Good Works
Among the Haycocks
Which Was It?
Behind the Fountain
What Mac Did
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Short and Sweet

ready, it is so sudden. What can I do?" he whispered, clinging to 

her as if he had no anchor except the creature whom he loved so 

much. 

 

"Uncle will tell you I am not good enough I can only pray for you." 

And she moved as if to call in the help so sorely needed. 

 

"No, no, not yet! Stay by me, darling read something there, in 

Grandfather's old book, some prayer for such as I. It will do me 

more good from you than any minister alive." 

 

She got the venerable book given to Charlie because he bore the 

good man's name and, turning to the "Prayer for the Dying," read it 

brokenly while the voice beside her echoed now and then some 

word that reproved or comforted. 

 

"The testimony of a good conscience." "By the sadness of his 

countenance may his heart be made better." "Christian patience 

and fortitude." "Leave the world in peace." "Amen." 

 

There was silence for a little; then Rose, seeing how wan he 

looked, said softly, "Shall I call Uncle now?" 

 

"If you will. But first don't smile at my foolishness, dear I want my 

little heart. They took it off please give it back and let me keep it 

always," he answered with the old fondness strong as ever, even 

when he could show it only by holding fast the childish trinket 

which she found and had given him the old agate heart with the 

faded ribbon. "Put it on, and never let them take it off," he said, 

and when she asked if there was anything else she could do for 

him, he tried to stretch out his arms to her with a look which asked 

for more. 

 

She kissed him very tenderly on lips and forehead, tried to say 

"good-bye," but could not speak, and groped her way to the door. 

Turning for a last look, Charlie's hopeful spirit rose for a moment, 

as if anxious to send her away more cheerful, and he said with a 

shadow of the old blithe smile, a feeble attempt at the familiar 

farewell gesture: "Till tomorrow, Rose." 

 

Alas for Charlie! His tomorrow never came, and when she saw 

him next, he lay there looking so serene and noble, it seemed as if 

it must be well with him, for all the pain was past; temptation 

ended; doubt and fear, hope and love, could no more stir his quiet 

heart, and in solemn truth he had gone to meet his Father, and 


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