“Ah!” she exclaimed, “that was your friend who brought me here. I felt that he was good.”
“He is,” said Jack. “And now Bertha, it’s all yours. I’ve made my will, and the money is to come to you when I’m gone. You know I’m going, Bertha?”
She tightened the grasp of her hand on his with a convulsive movement, but did not speak.
“It ’ull be your very own, Bertha,” he said.
“Yes, thank you, dear Jack. But forgive me, if I don’t think much about that just now.”
Then there was a brief silence, which was presently broken by Jack.
“You won’t leave me, yet, Bertha? You’ll stay with me a little while?”
“Jack I shall never leave you any more!” and there was a world of love in her gentle eyes.
“Thank God!” murmured the dying man. “Till——till——you mean?”
“Yes; but, Jack, you must come back to God!”