"Hush," she said gently. "You are not well enough to talk about these things."
"I shall never get well till I have talked about them! Alice, I want to tell you that I made my will after I saw you last. I left you Swallow's Nest, and everything else besides. Perhaps I had better die, for you will know what to do with the money. A man's life, after all, is a little thing, and I never was good enough for you. If I die——"
"Hush," she said again. "If you die, I will never marry anyone else as long as I live. But you mustn't die."
She burst into tears; and then his hand stole along the coverlet until it found hers, and held it fast.
[THE END.]
[OUR PUZZLE POEM REPORT: A SHORT STORY IN VERSE.]
SOLUTION.
A Short Story in Verse.