h a sigh：
〃Don't ask me； my dear。 I never dare ask myself； but do you keep your hand close in Oliver's。 Remember； dear； closeclose！ Then you will never know the bitterness of a lonely life。〃
She rose from her seat； bent down； and； taking Margaret's cheeks between her palms； kissed her on the forehead。
Margaret put her arms about the little lady； and was about to draw her nearer； when the front door opened and a step was heard in the hall。 Miss Lavinia raised herself erect； listening to the sound。
〃Hark！〃 she cried； 〃there's the dear fellow； now〃and she advanced to meet him； her gentle countenance once more serene。
Oliver's face as he entered the room told the story。
〃Not worse？〃 Margaret exclaimed； starting from her chair。
〃Yesmuch worse。 I have just sent word to Uncle Nat〃and he kissed them both。 〃Put on your things at once。 The doctor is anxious。
Miss Lavinia caught up her cloak； handed Margaret her shawl； and the three hurried out the front… door and along the Square； passing the Pancoast house； now turned into offices； its doors and windows covered with signs； and the Clayton Mansion； surmounted by a flag…pole and still used by the Government。 Entering the park； they crossed the site of the once lovely flower…beds； now trampled flat as was everything else in the groundsand so on to the marble steps of the Horn Mansion。
Mrs。 Horn met them at the top of the stairs。 She put her arms silently about Margaret； kissed her tenderly； and led her into Richard's room。 Oliver and Miss Clendenning stood at the door。
The master lay under the canopy of the four…post bedstead； his eyes closed； the soft white hair lost in the pillows； the pale face tinged with the glow of the night lamp。 Dr。 Wallace was standing by the bed watching the labored breathing of the prostrate man。 Old Hannah sat on the floor at Richard's feet。 She was rocking to and fro； making no sign； crooning inaudibly to herself listening to every sound。
Margaret sank to her knees and laid her cheek on the coverlet。 She wanted to touch something that was close to him。
The head of the sick man turned uneasily。 The doctor bent noiselessly down； put his ears close to the patient's breast； touched his pulse with his fingers； and laid his hand on his forehead。
〃Better send for some hot water；〃 he whispered to Mrs。 Horn when he had regained her side。 Margaret overheard； and started to rise from her knees； but Mrs。 Horn waved her back。 〃Hannah will get it；〃 she said； and stooped close to the old woman to give the order。 There was a restrained calmness in her manner that sent a shiver through Margaret。 She remembered just such an expression on her mother's face when her own father lay dying。
The old servant lifted herself slowly； and with bent head and crouching body crept out of the room without turning her face toward her master。 The superstition of the negroes about the eyes of a dying man kept hers close to the floorshe did not want Richard to look at her。
Dr。 Wallace detected the movementhe knew its causeand passed out of the sick chamber to where Oliver stood with Miss Clendenning。
〃Better go down； Oliver； and see that the hot water is sent up right away；〃 he said。 〃Poor old Hannah seems to have lost her head。〃
〃Has there been any further change； Doctor！〃 Oliver asked； as he started for the stairs。
〃No； not since you went。 He is holding his own。 His hands feel cold； that is all。〃 To Miss Lavinia he said： 〃It is only a question of hours；〃 and went back into the room。
Oliver hurried after Hannah。 He intended to send Malachi up with the hot water and then persuade the old woman to go to bed。 When he reached the lower hall it was empty； so were the parlors and the dining…room。 At the kitchen…door he met Hannah。 She had filled the pitcher and had turned to carry it upstairs。 Oliver stopped her。
〃Where is Malachi； aunty？〃
Hannah pointed through the open door to Richard's little shop in the back yard and hurried on。 Oliver walked quickly through the damp； brick… paved yard； now filled with the sombre shadows of the night； and pushed open the green door。 The place was dark except for a slant of moonlight which had struggled through the window…pane and was illumining the motor where it rested in its customary place under the sash。
〃Malachi； are you here？〃
A sob was the only answer。
Oliver stepped inside。 The old man was on his knees； his head and arms lying flat on Richard's work…bench。 Oliver bent down and laid his hand on the old servant's head。
〃Mally！〃
〃I hear ye； Marse Ollie； an' I hearn Hannah。 I tell you same as I tol' herain't no use fetchin' no water； ain't no use no mo' for no doctor； ain't no use； ain't no use。 I ain't never goin' to say no mo' to him； 'Chairs all ready； Marse Richard。' I ain't never goin' to wait on him no mo'； Come close to me； Marse Ollie； get down an' let me tell ye； son。〃
He had lifted his head now； and was looking up into Oliver's eyes； the tears streaming down his face。
〃He freed me； he gimme a home。 He ain't neber done nothin' but love me an' take care o' me。 When I bin sick he come in an' he set by me。 'You got a fever； I think； Malachi；' he say。 'Go to bed dis minute。 Cold； is you？ Git dat blanket out'n my room an' put it on yo' bed。 Don't let me hab to tell ye dat agin； Malachi。' 'Marse Richard；' I'd say to him； 'I ain't got no coat fit to wear。' Dat was in de ol' days； when you warn't nuffin but a chile； Marse Ollie。 'Who says so； Malachi；' he say。 'I say so； Marse Richard。' 'Lemme see；' he'd say。 'Dat's so； dat ain't fit fer nobody to wear。 Go upstairs to my closet； Malachi； an' git dat coat I was a…wearin' yisterday。 I reckon I kin git on widout it。〃
Malachi had his head in his hands now； his body swaying from side to side。 Oliver stood silent。
〃When he come home de udder day an' I lif' him in de bed； he say； 'Don't you strain yo'se'f； Malachi。 'Member； you ain't spry as you was。' Oh； Gawd！ Oh； Gawd！ What's Malachi gwine to do？〃
Oliver sat down beside him。 There was nothing to say。 The old servant's grief was only his own。
〃Ebery night； Marse Ollie； sence he bin sick； I git so lonesome dat I wait till de house git still an' den I git out'n de bed and crope down…stairs an' listen at de bedroom door。 Den I hear de mistis say： 'In pain； dear？' and he say； 'No； Sallie。' An' den I crope up agin an' go to bed kind o' comforted。 I was down agin las' nightmos' mawnin'a…listenin'； an' de mistis say： 'Kin I do sumpin' to ease de pain； dear？' an' he don't answer； only groan； and den I hear de bed creak； an' dat SHORT BREF COME。 Pat's the sign！ I knows it。 In de mawnin' he'll be gone。 Can't fool Malachi； I knows de signs。〃
A gentle tap at the front door on the street sounded through the stillness。 Oliver had left all the intervening doors between the dining…room and the shop open in his search for Malachi。
The old servant； with the lifelong habit upon him； started up to answer the summons。
〃No； Mally； stay here；〃 said Oliver。 〃I'll go。 Some neighbor； perhaps； wanting to know how father is。〃
Oliver walked rapidly through the yard； tiptoed through the hall； and carefully turned the knob。
Amos Cobb stepped in。
〃I saw the light； Oliver；〃 he said； in a low tone； 〃and I knew you were up。 I have an important telegram from New York in answer to one I sent this morning from my office here。 Would it be possible for me to see your father？ I know it is very late； but the matter is most urgent。〃
〃I'm afraid not； Mr。 Cobb。 He is very low。〃
〃Not serious？〃 Amos exclaimed； in alarm。
〃Doctor Wallace thinks it is。〃
〃You don't tell me so！ I had no idea he was so ill！〃
〃Nor did we； sir； a change for the worse set in this evening。〃
Amos leaned back against the wall； his hat in his hand。 The light from the eight…sided hall lamp fell on his thick…set shoulders and square； determined； honest face。 The keen…eyed； blunt Vermonter's distress at the news was sincere； and heartfelt。
〃Could I attend to it； Mr。 Cobb？〃 asked Oliver。
〃Perhaps so。 I've got those fellows now where the hair is short； and I'm going to make 'em pay for it。〃
〃What is it about？〃
Amos Cobb took a double telegram from his pocket。 It was closely written and contained a long message。
〃It's about your father's patents。 This telegram is from the attorneys of the Gorton〃
Oliver laid his fingers on the open telegram in Cobb's hand； and said； in a positive tone：
〃He will not rob this man of his rights； Mr。 Cobb。〃
〃It's not that！ It is the other way。 The attorneys of the Gorton Company refuse to rob your father of HIS rights。 Further； the bankers will not endorse the Gorton stock until your father's patent I think it is No。 18；131〃and he examined the telegram closely〃yes； August 13； 1856； 18；131 is out of the way。 They are prepared to pay a large price for it at once； and have asked me to see your father and arrange it on the best terms I can。 The offer is most liberal。 I don't feel like risking an hour's delay； that's why I'm here so late。 What had I better do？〃
Oliver caught Mr。 Cobb's hand in his and a flash of exultant joy passed over his face as he thought of his father's triumph and all it meant to him。 Then Margaret's eyes looked into his and next his mother's； he knew what it meant to them all。 Then the wasted figure of his father rose in his mind； and his tears blinded him。
Amos stood watching him； trying to read his thoughts。 He saw the tears glistening on Oliver's lashes； but he misunderstood the cause。 Only the practical side of the situation appealed to the Vermonter at the moment。 These New York men had cast discredit on his endorsement of Richard's priority in the invention and had tried to ignore them both。 Now he held them tight in his grasp。 Horn was a rich man。
〃I'll be very quiet； Oliver；〃 he continued； in a half…pleading tone； 〃and will make it as short as I can。 Just let me go up。 It can't hurt him〃and he laid his hand on Oliver's shoulder with a tenderness that surprised him。 〃I would never forgive myself if he should pass away without learning of his success。 He's worked so hard。〃
Before Oliver could reply another low tap was heard at the door。 Cobb turned the knob gently and Nathan stepped inside the hall。 The old man had gone hom