“There is but One who can go with you to lighten the darkness of the grave, Irene; to Him you must look for comfort. I am neither good nor wise enough to teach you how to go.”
“Scott, will you promise me one favor?”
“If you will be seated you may talk further; you are growing tired.”
“Yes, I am tired,” she said, while her cheeks burned with excitement, “and if you will grant me one favor I will leave you.”
“If it is my power to do so.”
“It is that when I die you will sit beside me and watch me go out of life, and that you will give me just one good bye kiss—only one.”
“I will promise to try,” he said.
“Good bye,” she said, as she arose, trembling in every limb.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Anywhere, out in the world, to die.”