t to come. How is he?"

Hannah did not answer him, so intent was she upon studying her brother's
face, which was anything but sympathetic, as he shook the snow from his
overcoat and warmed his hands by the stove. The Hon. Burton Jerrold
liked his comfort and ease, and as he was far from easy or comfortable,
he made his sister feel it by his manner, if not by his words.

"Is father so much worse that you must send for us in this storm?" he
asked, and Hannah replied:

"Yes, he is very bad. He says he is going to die, and I believe it. He
will not last the night out, and of course I must send for you, and he
insisted that Mr. Sanford should come too."

"Yes, certainly; I am glad he did," the clergyman rejoined, thrusting
his hands into his coat-pocket. "He wishes the communion, I dare say,"
and he placed reverently upon the table the little silver service.

Hannah's face flushed as she replied;

"He did not mention that, I do not suppose he thinks he can receive it.
What he wishes is to see you, to talk to you, to--to--"

She hesitated, her brother's countenance was so forbidding, then added,
quickly:

"'He wishes to tell you something which he has kept for years," and her
voice sank to a whisper as she glanced again at her brother.

It was coming, then, the thing he had suspected so long, and which he
never had wished to learn, and Burton Jerrold breathed hard as he said:

"But surely, Hannah, if there are family secrets to be told, I am the
one to hear them, and not a stranger. Mr. Sanford can have no interest
in our affairs."

"I could not help it, brother," Hannah said, mildly. "I tried to
dissuade him, but he would not listen, and Mr. Sanford is not like a
stranger to us."

She turned her dark eyes full of tears upon the clergyman, who gave her
back an answering glance which her brother did not observe, and would
not have comprehended if he had.

"Yes, Hannah," Mr. Sanford said, "you can trust me; be the secret one of
life or death, it is safe with me as with you." And he gave her his hand
by way of affirmation.

And Hannah took the offered hand and held fast to it as a drowning man
holds to a straw, while the tears ran like rain down her pale face.

"Hannah! Burton! Are you there, and the minister? There is no time to
lose," came feebly from the sick-room, and Hannah said:

"He is calling us; go to him, please. I will join you in a minute."

Then she hurried to the summer kitchen, where she found