“Well, you know that you said that
time that yon thought there was some
thing between me and him.”
“Well, 1 know it,” said the .nan,“but
don’t think of that now; don’t trouble
about that now.”
“But 1 must, Bill. 1 think I’m dying,
Bill, dear, and I should like you to think
of me when I’m gone, as I am truly,
Bill.’’
Tho man made no answer.
“Hill,” said the woman, with increas
ing vehemence of manner, “do you ho
licve I’d lell you a lie now?’’
No answer still,
“Bill! P ( > you think I’d tell you a
licmni'7” sml she, as though her life
depended on his answer,
“No, no, I (“s," said ho, at last, “I
don’t think you'll till a lie any time —
h it now— ’’ and he hesitated.
“Where’s Jennie,” interrupted the
woman.
“Hero,” said one of the youngest
women, standing up, so she might ho
seen. “What do you wain?”
“Jennie, you’ll* flint the key of the
grc.ii trunk in the china mug with
'Nelly' on it. I wish you’d look in the
hex and get me my old Bible out.”
The girl found the key and asked
where the box was.
“Oh, dear, I forgot; it’s under me,”
said the woman.
