He was much moved by the sad alteration in the young man, who, when
last seen by him, was in high health and spirits--the full flush of early
manhood's prime.
Taking a seat by his side, he inquired with kindly interest how he was,
who was his physician, and if there had been any improvement in the case
of late.
"Thank you, no; rather the reverse," Harold said, in answer to the last
inquiry. "I am weaker than when I left the hospital."
"Ah, that is discouraging; still, we will hope the disease may yet take a
favorable turn."
"That is what my parents say," he answered, with a grave, sweet smile;
"and though I have little hope, I know that nothing is too hard for the
Lord, and am more than willing to leave it in His hands."
"Uncle Harold," said Elsie, coming to the side of his chair and looking up
into his face with eyes full of tender sympathy, "I'm so, so sorry for
you. I'll ask Jesus to please make you well, or else take you soon to the
happy land where you'll never have any more pain."
"Thank you, darling," he said, bending down to kiss the sweet lips. "I
know the dear Saviour will listen to your prayer."
"You used to play with my mamma when you were a little boy like me; didn't
you, uncle Harold?" queried Eddie, coming up close on the other side.
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