"
"Oh, don't say that, mother!" burst forth in anguish from Frank's lips.
"Try to live for my sake."
"I should like to live, my dear boy," whispered his mother; "but if it
is God's will that I should die, I must be reconciled. I leave you in
his care."
Here Mr. Manning entered the room.
"You will be kind to my boy?" said the dying mother.
"Can you doubt it, my dear?" replied her husband, in the soft tones
Frank so much disliked. "I will care for him as if he were my own."
"Thank you. Then I shall die easy."
"Don't speak any more, mother. It will tire you, and perhaps bring on
another hemorrhage."
"Frank is right, my dear. You had better not exert yourself any more at
present."
"Didn't Mark come with you?" asked Mr. Manning of Frank.
"No, sir."
"I am surprised that he should not have done so. I sent for him as well
as you."
"I believe he is coming by the next train," said Frank, indifferently.
"He thought he could not get ready in time for my train."
"He should not have left you to come at such a time."
"I didn't wish him to inconvenience himself, Mr. Manning. If it had been
his mother, it would have been different.
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