in two locks in front of the ears. The eyes
were blue and clear, and the under jaw was slightly projecting. Miss
Cordsen sat a long time gazing at the portrait, and tear after tear
dropped down among the other secrets which lay cherished in the old
press among the linen and dry lavender.

Uncle Richard sat gazing at his brother. The doctor's words had deprived
him of all hope, but even yet he could not bring himself to believe that
the end could be so near.

"It will soon be all over, Richard," said the invalid, in a feeble
voice.

The _attache_ sat down by the side of the bed, and after a short
struggle broke into tears, and laid his head on the coverlid.

"Here am I, so strong and well," he sobbed, "and can't do even the
smallest thing to help you! I have never been anything to you but a
trouble and a burden."

"Nonsense, Dick!" answered the Consul; "you have been everything to
me--you and the business. But I have something for which to ask your
forgiveness before I die."

"My forgiveness?" Uncle Richard thought he was wandering, and looked up.

"Yes," said the Consul, as what was almost a smile passed over the
half-stiffened features. "I have made a fool of you. Your account does
not exist. It was only a joke. Are you angry with me?"

How could he possibly be angry? He laid his face down again on the
withered hand, and as he lay there in his sorrow, with his curly head
buried in the pillows, he looked almost like a great shaggy
Newfoundland.

The doctor came into the room.

"I really cannot permit your brother to lie so close to you--it will
interfere with your breathing; and if you don't wish--"

"My brother," said the young Consul, interrupting him in a voice which
bore some resemblance to his business voice. "I wish my brother, Mr.
Richard Garman, to remain exactly where he is." He then added with an
effort, "Will you summon my family?"

The doctor left the room, and a few minutes afterwards the invalid drew
a long breath, and said, "Good-bye, Dick! How many happy days we have
had together since our childhood! You shall have all the Burgundy. I
have arranged it all. I should have wished to have left you better off,
but--" A movement came over the features, which feebly reminded Richard
of the gesture he used when adjusting his chin in his neckcloth, and he
said slowly and almost noiselessly, "The house is no longer what it has
been."

These were the last words he spoke, for before the doctor had g