Travilla's easy chair, and
earnestly scanned the aged face she loved so well. "We must have Dr.
Barton here to see you. May I not send at once?"
"No, dearest, I have already consulted him, and he is doing all he can for
my relief."
"But cannot cure you?"
The answer came after a moment's pause.
"No, dear; but I had hoped it would be much longer ere my cross cast its
shadow over either your or Edward's path."
Elsie could not speak; she only took the pale hands in hers, and pressed
them again and again to her quivering lips, while her eyes filled to
overflowing.
"Dear daughter," said the calm, sweet voice, "do not grieve that I have
got my summons home; for dearly, dearly as I love you all, I am often
longing to see the face of my Beloved; of Him who hath redeemed me and
washed me from my sins in His own precious blood."
Mr. Travilla from the next room had heard it all. Hurrying in, he knelt by
her side and folded his arms about her. "Mother," he said, hoarsely, "oh,
is it, can it be so? Are we to lose you?"
"No, my son; blessed be God, I shall not be lost, but only gone before; so
don't be troubled and sorrowful when you see me suffer; remember that He
loves me far better than you can, and will never give me one unneeded
pang.
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