pulse and to give the ether; but the patient demurred. He would not take it.

“Naw, I kin stand hit. Go ahead, Doctor.”

“See here, Cate Irwin. You are bound to do as Doctor Thryng says or die,” she said, bending over him. “Take this, and I’ll sit by you every minute and never take my hand off yours. Stop tossing. There!” He obeyed her, and she sat rigidly still and waited.

The moments passed in absolute silence. Her heart pounded in her breast and she grew cold, but never took her eyes from the still, deathlike face before her. In her heart she was praying — praying to be strong enough to endure the horror of it — not to faint nor fall — until at last it seemed to her that she had turned to stone