"It is getting dark, Maggie."
Madge looks at Nelly—wistfully—sadly.
The old man murmurs something; and Madge stoops.—"Coming," he says,—"coming!"
Nelly brings the little child to take his hand. Perhaps it will revive him. She lifts her boy to kiss his cheek.
The old man does not stir: his eyes do not move: they seem fixed above. The child cries as his lips touch the cold cheek.—It is a tender Spring flower upon the bosom of the dying Winter!
----The old man is gone: his dream-life is ended.
THE END.