Constancy


His companion bent over the dying man, to catch the last faintly

whispered words. The utterance came with pitiful feebleness, yet with

sufficient clearness:



"I am dying--yes. Go to Fannie. Tell her--I died--with her name--on my

lips, that I--loved her--her alone--always.... And Jennie--tell

Jennie--the same thing."



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