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Y MISSIONARY WORK. started and turned white as a ghost at Mrs. Croft's ques- tion. Having answered her thus, he poured the whole con- tents of the vial into the glass of medicine, and instantly placed the empty vial in the water-bowl, which was half filled with water. «There, dear, drink your soothing drops; they will give you a long rest.” | ‘*Thank you, darling. How good youareto me. God ~ bless you for this as for all your living acts toward me! Rest! and from your hands! Ah, the boon is doubly sweet after the long, weary pain!” Thus speaking, after having swallowed the drink, Mrs. Croft lay back on her pillow, holding her husband’s hand to her lips, and looking up to him gratefully, she added: _** How pale you are, dearest. Your vigils by me are telling on you. You shall lie here beside me, and rest, too. Only to have you so near will bring me repose sweeter than all the balms of the East.” ‘*You shall not lack for that, or any ease that I can fur- nish you, my poor Rachel. Be still now. I will come to you presently when I have bathed my hands.” Retiring once more behind the head-piece of the an- tique bed, Mr. Croft dipped the wine-glass into the basin with the vial, and applied a sponge with soap to both, thoroughly cleansing his hands at the same time. ‘This done, he dried the glass and flask upon the towels. The flask he re-stopped and re-enveloped in its roll of : (E(@) =| Eomicbooks: