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Faithful unto Death. 231 “Good-bye, mistress, dear,” she whispered. I kissed the gentle face passionately, and went into another room, that she and her lover might say their long farewell with no outsider to interfere. I sought out the sergeant in charge of the detachment of soldiers and gave him a few directions, and when I returned to Nelly’s sofa, five minutes later, the faithful soul had passed to the God who gave it. Surely there was a rich reward in store somewhere for that true heart, “ Faithful unto death.” Tim’s grief and distress were most painful to witness, and I could not in any way help him, or attempt to give him consolation ; so [I left him to watch over the quiet form on the sofa, and tried to get some rest myself. Now that I was safe, and the need for bracing up my courage was over, the reaction came, and I passed from one fit of hysterics into another, till the poor troubled sergeant of the detach- ment thought, I believe, that I should certainly die. However, he did the very best thing he could. Hesent down into the village to the wife of the Head Constable of the police, and begged her to come up and take charge of me. She came, and never left me for a moment till the happy time came when, late in the afternoon, I was able to pour out all the story of my troubles, fears, and perils in the strong arms of him from whom | trusted I might never again be parted. COnnicbooks (CO)