"I wish Doctor Green was here" said the wretched man. "He could
give me something"

"Shall I go for him?"

"Go Fanny! Run over right quickly"

"But you won't keep in bed"

"Yes I will. There, now" And he drew the clothes over his face
"There I'll lie just so until you come back. Now run Fanny, and
don't stay a minute"

Scarcely stopping to think Mrs. Morgan went hurriedly from the
room and drawing an old shawl over her head started with swift
feet for the residence of Doctor Green which was not very far
away. The kind doctor understood at a word the sad condition of
her husband and promised to attend him immediately. Back she flew
at even a wilder speed her heart throbbing with vague
apprehension. Oh! what a fearful cry was that which smote her ears
as she came within a few paces of home. She knew the voice,
changed as it was by terror, and a shudder almost palsied her
heart. At a single bound she cleared the intervening space and in
the next moment was in the room where she had left her husband.
But he was not there! With suspended breath, and feet that
scarcely obeyed her will, she passed into the chamber where little
Mary lay. Not here!

"Joe! husband!" she called in a faint voice.