A few minutes later, Mr. Dinsmore passed quietly into his daughter’s boudoir, where he found her alone, lying on a lounge, her eyes closed, her countenance, though deathly pale, perfectly calm and peaceful.

He bent down and touched his lips to the white forehead; then as the sweet eyes opened and looked up lovingly into his, “Oh, my darling, idol of my heart,” he groaned, “would that your father could himself take the suffering that I have just learned is in store for you.”

“Ah no, no, my dear, dear father, I could illy bear that,” she said, putting an arm about his neck; “suffering and danger to you would be far harder for me than what I am now enduring or expecting in the near future.  Arthur has told you all?”

“Yes; kind-hearted and generous fellow that he is, he felt that he must spare you the pain of telling it yourself.”

“Yes, it was very, very kind,” she said, “Dear papa, sit down in this easy chair, close by my side, and take my hand in yours while we talk together of some matters that need to be settled before—­before I am called to go through that which may be the end of earthly life for me.”

Then, in response to the anguished look in his face as he bent over her with another silent caress, “My dear father, I do not mean to distress you.  Arthur holds out strong hope of cure and years of health and strength to follow; yet surely it is but the part of wisdom to prepare for either event.”

“Yes; and I am sure you are fully prepared, at least so far as your eternal welfare is concerned; should you be called away—­our grief will be for ourselves alone.”

“I am glad the choice is not left with me,” she said, in low, sweet tones, after a moment’s silence.  “For your dear sake, papa, and that of my beloved children, I am more than willing to stay here on earth for many more years, yet the thought of being forever with the Lord—­near him and like him—­thrills my heart with joy unspeakable, while added to that is a great gladness in the prospect of reunion with the dear husband who has gone before me to that happy land.  So I am not to be pitied, my dear father,” she added, with a beautiful smile; “and can you not rejoice with me that the choice is not mine but lies with him whose love for us both is far greater than ours for each other?”

“Yes,” he replied with emotion; “blessed be his holy name that we may leave it all in his hands, trusting in his infinite wisdom and love; knowing that if called to part for a season, we shall be reunited in heaven, never again to be torn asunder.”

“Yes, dear father; we cannot expect to go quite together, but when reunited there in that blessed land, never again to part, the time of separation will seem to have been very short; even as nothing compared to the long, the unending eternity we shall spend together.