“But you must; you must go to-morrow. I have something here for you,” he said, reaching under the pillow with his free hand.
Jinnie drew back abashed.
“You’re too sick to think of us,” she murmured.
Theodore raised her hand to his lips.
“No! No, darling, I think of you always—every day and 276 shall even when I’m dead. You must take this money. Do you love me, dearest, very much?”
He smiled again as she stooped impetuously to kiss him, and with her face very close to his, she whispered,
“Lafe didn’t do it, darling!”
“I know it,” replied Theodore, closing his eyes.
Then the doctor turned and sent her away.
When she sank back in the automobile, Jinnie opened her hand with the roll of bills in it, and all the way home, she repeated, “He has given His angels charge over thee.” She was hoping and praying for Theodore King.