There was hardly any
change discernible in his placid features, only a haggard line about
his mouth that told of inward pain and struggle. His face was a little
flushed and his breathing labored. He opened his eyes so, we
approached the bed and smiled at me. Doctor Campbell seeing that he
recognized me stole from the room and left us alone.
"Poor Amey!" Were the first faint words he uttered closing his eyes
wearily again.
"Do you feel any better?" I asked bending over him and touching my
lips to his brow.
He shook his head on the pillow and muttered feebly:
"It's all over with me, child, only a matter of time."
"Maybe not, father" I argued, but with little confidence. There was
something ominous in his changed expression, something that smote my
heart with a solemn fear as I looked with anxious scrutiny upon him. I
stole from the room for a moment, and went in search of Doctor
Campbell. He was in the library standing before the book shelves when
I entered.
"I want to know Doctor," said I, full of my purpose, "whether my
father is in danger of immediate death."
He started at my question and turned quickly around.
"I am afraid that his chances of life are few indeed Amey," he
answered earnestly. "Perhaps it is as well to let you know."
"It is better" said I, "it is your duty," and with these words I left
the room as abruptly as I had entered it.
It was indeed his duty, for it concerned the destiny of a human soul
that was soon to pass from time into eternity.
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