"Kate Harston, the daughter of my deceased friend--"

"And as I treat her, so may my own flesh and blood treat me!"

"And as I treat her, so may my own flesh and blood treat me!"

The sick man's head fell back exhausted upon his pillow. "Thank God!"
he muttered, "now I can die in peace."

"Turn your mind away from the vanities and dross of this world," John
Girdlestone said sternly, "and fix it upon that which is eternal, and
can never die."

"Are you going?" the invalid asked sadly, for he had taken up his hat
and stick.

"Yes, I must go; I have an appointment in the City at six, which I must
not miss."

"And I have an appointment which I must not miss," the dying man said
with a feeble smile.

"I shall send up the nurse as I go down," Girdlestone said.
"Good-bye!"

"Good-bye! God bless you, John!"

The firm, strong hand of the hale man enclosed for a moment the feeble,
burning one of the sufferer. Then John Girdlestone plodded heavily down
the stair, and these friends of forty years' standing had said their