He is a good way off it _yet_.
I must leave John to tell you about the many things I
have forgotten, and I will write soon. We have a cat
here whom we call _Muff_, after your old pet. Her name
often reminds me of your sacrifice for me. Ah! my dear
little sister, you heaped coals of fire on my head that day.
Truly you were not overcome of evil, you overcame evil
with good. Dear love to all at home. Your ever affectionate
brother,
FRED PARKER.
CHAPTER FOURTEENTH.
THE LAST.
"Hush, dears! hush!" said a gentle voice, pointing to a shaded window.
"He is asleep now, and we must have the window open for air this sultry
evening. I would not rake that bed to-night, John, I think."
"It is _his_ garden, Emilie."
"Yes, I know"--and she sighed.--
"It _is_ his garden, and his eye always sees the least weed and the
least untidiness. He will be sure to notice it when he is drawn out
to-morrow."
"John there may be no to-morrow for Joe, he is altered very much to-day,
and it is evident to me he is sinking fast.
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