'I would, and He loves you far more.'
He looked at her, smiled, and closed his eyes. I put my hand on his
heart; it was fluttering feebly. Again a troubled look passed over his
face.
'My--poor--hold--mother,' he whispered, 'she's--hin--the--wukus.'
'I shall take care of her, Billy,' said Mrs. Mavor, in a clear voice,
and again Billy smiled. Then he turned his eyes to Mr. Craig, and from
him to Geordie, and at last to Mrs. Mavor, where they rested. She bent
over and kissed him twice on the forehead.
'Tell 'er,' he said, with difficulty, ''E's took me 'ome.'
'Yes, Billy!' she cried, gazing into his glazing eyes. He tried to lift
her hand. She kissed him again. He drew one deep breath and lay quite
still.
'Thank the blessed Saviour!' said Mr. Craig, reverently. 'He has taken
him home.'
But Mrs. Mavor held the dead hand tight and sobbed out passionately,
'Oh, Billy, Billy! you helped me once when I needed help! I cannot
forget!'
And Geordie, groaning, 'Ay, laddie, laddie,' passed out into the fading
light of the early evening.
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