Alex St. Clair Abrams

Capitolo 89

"Here the aunty", she said, as soon us she had released Her, "Here
some money, races and you immediately calls a physician."

The old blacks took the money and they stirred away.

"Tell him/it to immediately come", she called out after the black. "It is a
the matter of the life and death, and there is no anybody duration to lose."

"Too late, too late! poor people", says the old woman, as she expedited
on his/her mission of the mercy.

It was late. Any science on the earth could save Her from death, and
anybody on tall rescue the Endless Power, but He didn't know. His/her eyes
you/he/she was turned away still by the Wife of the Soldier and his/her children.

Mrs. Wentworth was silent, while looking at his/her child as her gasped for
breath. Of what use the money it was her you/he/she had committed a crime to get?
Of what profit were its supplications to God? Both thoughts it likes
these that have quickly passed through his/her mind, as she looked fixed mutely
to the form in sinking and fast of his/her child. She saw his/her agony, and experimented
to calm his/her mother.

"Comes more next to me, mother" she said. "Comes nearby and you speak to me."
Mrs. Wentworth drew near the side of the bed, and I bend his/her face to his/her/their child.

"What does it wish, dear?" she asked.

"Mother, I am dying--I am going to Heaven", it said Her, while speaking with
an effort.

A smothered hiccup, was the only answer with which she has met.

"Mother doesn't cry", you/he/she continued his/her child. "I am going to a good place,
and it doesn't feel him afraid to die."

Shaking away his/her half exasperated the feeling, her Mrs. Wentworth responded. "Doesn't do
you speak so, dear. You won't die. The wish of physician
soon both here, and he will give him of the thing that will find her
better."

Her weakly smiled. "No, mother, I cannot improve;  I know that I am
going to die. Last night, while sleeping, an angel told me in mine
dreams, that I would sleep with God to-night."

"That was only a dream, dear" that her Mrs. Wentworth has responded, "you want