Mrs. Seabright, who was in the midst of a horrible dream, sprang out of bed.
"Arabelle, Percy G. Marshall is dying and would like to see you."
"O my God! Can I save him?" she cried, wringing her hands.
Excited though she was, it was not long before she was attired and rushing to the study of the church where she was told that she would find the dying man. The door of the study was slightly ajar so that she had no trouble in entering. There upon the sofa lay the dying man, his hand pressed to his side, evidently in an effort to staunch the flow of blood. It is the young man whom we saw repeating his childhood prayer after Mrs. Seabright in the Domain Hotel.
"I knew that it would come to this, mother. I wanted to live to tell you that," said the dying preacher.
"O my boy, my darling! O what has lain hold of me?" cried Mrs. Seabright, as she knelt by the bedside of the dying one and kissed his lips fervently.
A gasp and the spirit of the young man was gone. A loud scream rang out on the night air when Mrs. Seabright realized that it was all over with him.
"Wait, my boy, mother is coming."
Taking from her bosom a small vial she swallowed the contents, fell across the breast of the dead and joined him in the spirit land.