The first word the poor patient spoke was, "mother;" and before she could stop him he said:
"I'm sick; but I can't die till I've told you how naughty I was."
"You shall tell me all, darling; but you are too weak now."
"I can't be better till I tell you; and I want you to tell God for me how sorry I am."
Then in a few broken words he confessed his yielding to temptation, his deceit and all his sin, and asked in a tone of great anxiety:
"Will God forgive me all that?"
"Yes, for Christ's sake he will." Then she took his hot hands and bending over where he could hear her whispered words, she told her heavenly Father of his sin and his sorrow, and begged for pardon in the name of the blessed Saviour who came on earth to forgive sins.
After this Jimmy sunk into a sweet, refreshing sleep.
When the watchful Doctor came the next time, he comforted the parents by telling them that all immediate danger was past, though he added with a mysterious smile; "I have received orders to continue my visits to my patient as long as I can do him any good, so you wont be rid of me at present."