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BOB YOUNGER'S FATE. 211 alleviate his pain without being able to prolong his life, he was urged to enter the hospital. He at first refused, but the entreaties of his friends finally prevailed, and there he received the best of attention. On this the evening of his last day on earth it seems that he realized how near grim death was to him. His physical powers began to droop, and he ~ felt the chill of final dissolution approach with rapid tread. | His sister and his two brothers had been with him, but now, as six o’clock came, they arose to leave. “Don’t go,’ he said, weakly; ‘‘I have not more than four hours to live, and I want to have you with me until the last.’’ And they, though scarcely believing that he was so soon to die, remained. From that moment they could plainly see that his strength was failing rapidly, his breathing less dis- | tinct, his features more plainly marked with the grim monster’s touch. As the hour of nine approached deputy warden ~~ Westby entered the room, and Bob,who had been the recipient of many a deed of kindness at his hands, gave him a welcoming glance from his eg eyes. e “Stay with me till the end,’’ he whispered, feebly. “It will not be more than an hour now.”’ The deputy nodded acquiescence, and stepped aside, so that the dying man’s relatives might be nearest him in his last moments; but Bob was so dis- satisfied with this, that the official was obliged to change his position in order that the felon might have him continually in sight. Thus the minutes dragged by, the silence broken only by an occasional sob from the grief-stricken sister, or a faint whisper from the dying man who seemed to be preternaturally conscious when disso- lution would take place. Little by little the light waned from out his eyes; little by little the breath left his body and less re- turned; little by little his life ebbed away, until a few minutes before ten, he passed quietly from ecom G J00 ESS (E(@)