Nevada County picayune., 1886-02-24
shan come tomorrow" ."
 "Thauk you, Floy."

1 dW OhS tIlC SuE Wdo oht tiN broad day was clear and warm He Jay a little, looking at the win dows, which were open, and the curtains rustling in the AIT, and waving to and fro; then he said "Floy, ist it tomorrow? Is she comet"
 Some one seemed to go in quest of her. Perhaps it was Susan. Paul thought he heard her telling him when he had closed his eyes again, that she would soon be back; but he did not open them to see, She kept her word-perhaps sue had never been away--but the next thing that happened was a noise of footsteps on the stairs, and then Paul woke-wOke mind and body-and sat upright in his bed. He saw them now about him. There was no gray mist be- fore them, as there had been some times in the night. He knew them every one, and called them by their names.
 And who is this? Is this my old nursel' said the child, regard ing with a radiant smile a figure coming in.
 Yes, yes. No other stranger would have shed those tears al sight of him, and called him her dear boy, her pretty boy, her own, blighted child. No other woman would have stopped down by his bed, and taken up his hand, and put it to her lips and breast, as one who had some right to fondle it. No other woman would have so forgotten everybody there but him and Floy. and been so full of tenderness and pity.
 "Floy, this is kind good face," said Paul. q am so glad to see II again. Don't go away, old nurse. Stay here"
 His senses were all quickened, and he heard name he knew.
 "Who was that who said "Wal- ter?'" he asked, looking round .Some one said Walter. Is he here9 1 should like to see him very much."
 Nobody replied directly; but his father soon said to Susan, "Call him back, then, let him come up." And after a short pause of expec- tation. during which he looked with smiling interest and wonder on his nurse, and saw that she had not forgotten Floy. Walter was brought into the room. His open face and manner, and his cheerful eyes, had always made him a fa- vorite with Paul; and when Paul saw him, he stretched out his hand and said, "Good.bye."
 "Good-bye, my child,' cried Mrs. Pipchin, hurryiog to his beds head. "Not good-bye?"
 For an instant Paul looked at her with the wistful face with which he had so often eazed upon her in hls cornor by the fire. "Ah yes" he said placidly, ''good bye! Walter, dear, good-byeH'-tnrn'ng his head where he stood, and put ting out his hand again. "Where is papa9"
 He felt his fathers breath upon his cheek, before the words had nartad from his liDs
 "Remember Walter, dear papa" he whispered, looking in his face. Remember Walter. l was fond of Walter.o The feeble hand way ed in the air, as if it cried good bye" to Walter once again.
 "Now, lay me down." he said, "and Floy, come close to me and let me see you"
 Sister and brother wound their arms around each other, and the golden light came streaming m, and fell upon them, locked toSeth-
 "IIow fast the rlvcr runs, be- tween it's green banks and the rush cs, Floy, But it's very near the sea. l hear the waves! They always said so"
 Presently he told her that the motion of the boat upon the stream was lulling him to rest. How green the banks were now, how bright the flowers growing on them, and how tall the ruShes! Now the boat was out at sea, but gliding smoothly On. And now there was shore before him. Who stood on the bank.- He put his hands together, as he had been used to do at his prayers. He did not remove his arms to do it; but they saw him fold them so, behind her neck.
 "Manma is like you, Floy. l know her by the face! But tell them that the print upon the stairs at school Is not divine enough. The light about the head IS shin ing on me as l go."
 The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in inc room. The old. old fashion. The fashion that came m with our first parents and will last unchanged until our race has run it's course. and the wide Armament is rolled up like scroll. The old, old fashion-Death!
 Oh thonk God. All who gee IL,