Then
he almost flew along the streets until he reached Mr. Fairleigh's,
just as his father and Miss Bland were ascending the steps. Seizing
the former very unceremoniously, he said:
"Come, father, with me quickly--you are wanted."
In a few moments more, before the boy had returned with the physician,
they stood again at the door of the sickroom. David whispered:
"Look there! listen!"
"Be still, Mary, dear! Do not worry. I shall not judge you wrongfully.
How dare I? We are all so sinful. That you are suffering and in need
is all the knowledge I want."
"Oh, where is William? Why does he not come? Why not speak and
acknowledge his wife and child? Now that I am dying, he might! Oh,
where is he? Why will not God send him to me?" moaned the sick girl.
"God is love, Mary. He does not willingly afflict or chastise us. Try
to say, 'Thy will be done!'
"But, dear, do not be so desponding. I know you are very sick; but I
think it more your mind than bodily illness. Try to bear up. Pray God
to spare you for your baby's sake," softly said the comforter.
"Father, you go in and see if you can help her. I will await you
outside," whispered David.
A slight knock at the door aroused the kneeling girl, who approached
and said:
"Come in, doctor! Why, Mr.
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