Uncomplainingly she had watched her pet sister through all the
stages of this dread disease, until the child had been pronounced
out of danger. It was then that outraged nature asserted itself and
the worn-out system was not equal to the strain--she succumbed to
the raging and delirious fever an object of deep and tender pity.
"God help me," cried Phillip Lawson, in despairing tones as he read
the letter conveying the news in as mild a form as possible. "If
Julia lives I shall never be separated from her again," were the
reproachful thoughts that forced themselves upon the affectionate
brother.
Need we speak of the agonizing hours spent in the dread suspense
that followed.
In the midnight watches as the hours dragged slowly by, the young
student was silently learning to "suffer and be strong." And it was
well that these lessons took deep root in good soil, for within a
few weeks Phillip Lawson knelt beside the dying bed of his beloved
sister, and in heart-broken accents commending her departing spirit
to the loving Saviour.
Ah, such a scene is too sacred for intrusion; but it is only by such
means that we can realize the true value of our esteemed friend.
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