Before the doctor could get there, he was dead.
With our beliefs what they were, there was only one thing to be done. We had never discussed it in detail, but I felt absolutely sure I was doing as he would have me do. His body was cremated, without any service whatsoever—nobody present but one of his brothers and a great friend. The next day the two men scattered his ashes out on the waters of Puget Sound. I feel it was as he would have had it.
"Out of your welded lives—welded in spirit and in the comradeship that you had in his splendid work—you know everything that I could say.
"I grieve for you deeply—and I rejoice for any woman who, for even a few short years, is given the great gift in such a form."
THE END