r sister good morning,
started with surprise at seeing her look so well.

"Why, Rose, you are better," said she, kissing the fair cheek on which
the ray of sunlight was resting.

Rose had just awoke from her deep morning slumber, and now remembering
that this was the day appointed for her dreaded journey to Glenwood,
she burst into tears, wondering "why they would persist in dragging
her from home."

"It's only a pretence to get me away, I know," said she, "and you may
as well confess it at once. You are tired of waiting upon me."

Mr. Lincoln now came in to see his daughter, but all his attempts to
soothe her were in vain. She only replied, "Let me stay at home, here
in this room, my own room;" adding more in anger than sorrow, "I'll
try to die as soon as I can; and be out of the way, if that's what you
want!"

"Oh, Rose, Rose! poor father don't deserve that," said Jenny, raising
her hand as if to stay her sister's thoughtless words while Mr
Lincoln, laying his face upon the pillow so that his silvered locks
mingled with the dark tresses of his child, wept bitterly,--bitterly.

And still he could not tell her _why_ she must leave her home. He
would rather bear her unjust reproaches, than have her know that they
were beggars; for a sudden shock the physician said, might at any time
end her life. Thoroughly selfish as she was, Rose still loved her
father dearly, and when she saw him thus moved, and knew that she was
the cause, she repented of her hasty words, and laying her long white
arm across his neck, asked forgiveness for what she had said.

"I will go to Glenwood," said she; "but must I stay there long?"

"Not long, not long, my child," was the father's reply, and Jenny
brushed away a tear as she too thought, "not long."

And so, with the belief that her stay was to be short, Rose passively
suffered them to dress her for the journey, which was to be performed
partly by railway and partly in a carriage. For the first time since
the night of his engagement with Ella Campbell, Henry was this morning
free from intoxicating drinks. He had heard them say that Rose must
die, but it had seemed to him like an unpleasant dream, from which he
now awoke to find it a reality. They had brought her down from her
chamber, and laid her upon the sofa in the parlor, where Henry came
unexpectedly upon her. He had not seen her for several days, and when
he found her lying there so pale and still, her long eyelashes resting
h