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“‘In the resurrection, they neither marry nor are given in marriage!'”

“I guess that’s it,” said Nancy. “On’y you have to live through a good deal afore you understand it. Well, now, dear, I’m nearin’ the end. There’s one thing that’s come to me while I’ve been livin’ through this, that I ‘ain’t never heard anybody mention; an’ I want you to remember it, so’s you can tell folks that are in great trouble, the way I’ve been. I’ve been thinkin’ on’t out that there’s jest so much of everything in the world,–so much gold, so much silver, so many di’monds. You can’t make no more nor no less. All you can do is to pass ’em about from hand to hand, so’t sometimes here’ll be somebody that’s rich, an’ then it’ll slip away from him, an’ he’ll be poor. Now, accordin’ to my lights, it’s jes’ so with love. There’s jest so much, an’ when it’s took away from you, an’ passed over to somebody else, it’s alive, it’s there, same as ever it was. So ‘t you ain’t goin’ to say it’s all holler an’ empty, this world. You’re goin’ to say, ‘Well, it’s som’er’s, if ’tain’t with me!'”

Nancy had straightened herself, without the support of her pillows. Her eyes were bright. A faint flush had come upon her cheeks. A doctor would have told me that my devoted friendship had not saved me from being a wretched nurse.

“My home was broke up,” she went on, “but there’s a nice, pretty house there jest the same. There’s a contented couple livin’ in it, an’ what if the wife ain’t me? It ain’t no matter. P’r’aps it’s a lot better that somebody else should have it, somebody that couldn’t git along alone; an’ not me, that can see the rights o’ things. Jest so much love, dear–don’t you forgit that–no matter where ’tis! An’ James could take his love away from me, but the Lord A’mighty himself can’t take mine from him. An’ so ’tis, the world over. You can al’ays love folks, an’ do for ’em, even if your doin’ ‘s only breakin’ your heart an’ givin’ ’em up. An’ do you s’pose there’s any sp’ere o’ life where I sha’n’t be allowed to do somethin’ for James? I guess not, dear, I guess not, even if it’s only keepin’ away from him.”

Nancy lived three days, in a state of delighted content with us and our poor ministrations; and only once did we approach the subject of that solemn night. As the end drew near, I became more and more anxious to know if she had a wish unfulfilled, and at length I ventured to ask her softly, when we were alone,–

“Would you like to see him?”

Her bright eyes looked at me, in a startled way.

“No, dear, no,” she said, evidently surprised that I could ask it. “Bless you, no!”