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Chapter NumberXXVI
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Full Date1892-03-12
Page Number4
Word Count787
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleQueanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)
Trove TitleFor Cora's Sake
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CHAPTER XXVI-.A VOLUNTARY EXPIATION Rose never lost patience. She stayesi by the bedside always until -the doctor turned herlout of the room. She camne hack the moment she was called, night or day. Weeks passed and Mr. Rockharrt grew better and stronger, but Rose grew weaker and weaker. I never saw anyone like your grandfather in all my long practic,'said,?tlie doctor one morning to Cora afte~he had left his patient; ' he is a wonder to me. Nothing but a catasthplie" could . have 'laid him on an invalid bed ; and no other man that I know could have recovered from such injuries as he hase sustained. Why .in a month fromw this time he will bgas well as ever: He has a constitution oft tremendous strength 'But the poor wife,'ssaid. Cora ' Ah, poor soul,' :sighed ,the doctor ' And yet a little while igo she seeimed such a perfect picture of healtih: " My mleith,;whener you; see .that ,a nor mally clear, fresh, semni-transparent coin plexion, be sure it ,is abad sign-a sign of unsoundness within.' .; ' Can nothing be done for Rose V 'Yes; and I am doing it. M1r Rocklharrt

will ib.ahleto travel in November; and he should-then takelher to a 7warner climate-. say Florida. .But lie polo-poops the whole suggestion' Well, "a wilful man must have his way,"' said the doctor, as he tookl uphis hat, ,and "bade good-by. A week after this conversation,1Rose had her firstlie.2iorihnge from the lungs.: It Inid herw on the bed from which she was nevekori. to Cor hecaume her: constant and 'tender nurse:-:Rose wae subdued aid;patieiit A few days after thisslie saidto cora p ' It seems to me thatmy owi dear :father, wlho,hans been abset from my thoughts for col many 'years, h idrnwn very near hias poor childit' these Iasi few months, and neearer still in the last few days. I do not see him, nor hearlhimi, nor feel him by any na turrl sense, libt;I' do perceive him. I perceieo lhe is trying to do ins good, and that he is glad I am coming to him so soon. I am sorry for all the wrong I have done, and I hopu the Lord will forgive inc. Yes;, I am sorry for the evil-it was not worth while tsi do it. Life is too short. But oh! I lined such a passionate ambition for recognition by the great world I for the admiration of society I Everyone whom I met in our quiet lives told me, either by words or looks, that 1: was very beautiful, and I believed them; ard longed for wealth and rank, for dress and jewels, to set ofl' this beauty, and for case it ad luxury to enjoy life. Oh, what vanity ! oh, what sellishnoss ! And here I am, wit'h the grave yawning to swallow ino up,-' 'No, dearn: no,' said Corn, g'sntly laying her hand on the blue-white forehead of the fading woman. ' No, Rose. YNo grave) opens

for any one; but only for the body thet the freed human being his left: behind. Wouid you Iike to see ei ministert1 'If Mr. Rockharrt does not object.' ' Then you shall see one.' If the Iron. King felt any sorrow, he never showed it. 'He maintained, his usual stolid manner, and came into her oom once a day, leaning on the arm of his servant. Violet could no longeri come to Rnnkhold,i because a little Violet bud, only a few days old, kept her a close prisoner at the Banks. ,Mr. Fabian came twvice a week.. The minister'from the iniseion ..hurecl caine very frequently, and as he :ves an earnest, fervent Christian, his ministations were very bene t6cial to Rose. On the clay Mr. Rockharrt. first rode out, the end came, very suddenly at the last. 'There was mo one in., the house but, Core and the seivants. Cora had left Rose in the care of old Martha, and had come 'down' stairs to write a letter to her brother. She had scarcely written a page when the door was opened by Maartha, 'who saifd in `a frightened tone: 'Cnme, Miss Cora-come quick I there's a bad change. I'm.nfeared to leave her a minute, even to call you... Please come qulick.. ' Both went to, the bedside of -the dying womaii, over whose face the (lark shadows of death were creeping.- Rose could no longer raise herl;hanid to beckon or raise" her voice to call, but she fixed her eyes imploringly on Cora, who bent low to catch any words, she might wish to say. She was gasping for hibeath as in broken tones she whispered: (To be continued in our next.)