Edward went to the door, called Ben and sent him on the errand, then coming back to the bedside, “Mr. Love,” he said, flushing and speaking with some little hesitation, “will you give your daughter to me if she is willing?”

“Give her to you?” the sick man asked as if not fully comprehending.

“Yes, sir; give her to me to wife, and I will cherish her to life’s end.”

There was a flash of joy in the dying eyes, quickly succeeded by one of hesitation and doubt.  “Is it love or compassion only that moves you to this most generous offer?” he asked.

“It is both,” Edward said.  “I have admired and felt strongly attracted to her from the first day of our acquaintance, though I did not recognize it as love until now.  We are both so young that I should not have spoken yet but for the peculiar circumstances in which we are placed; but I truly, dearly love the sweet girl and earnestly desire to be given the right to protect, provide for and cherish her as my dearest earthly treasure so long as we both shall live.”

“But your friends, your relatives?”

“I think my mother would not object, if she knew all.  But I am of age, so have an undoubted right to act for myself even in so vitally important a matter.”

“Then if my darling loves you, let me see you united before I die.”

At this moment the door of the adjoining room opened and Zoe’s voice was heard in imploring, tearful accents:  “Mayn’t I come back now?  O papa, I cannot stay away from you any longer!”

Edward hastened to her, and taking both her hands in his, “Dear Miss Zoe,” he said, “I love you, I feel for you, I want to make you my very own, if you can love me in return, that I may have the right to take care of you.  Will you be my dear little wife? will you marry me now, to-night, that your father may be present and feel that he will not leave you alone and unprotected?”

She looked up at him in utter surprise, then seeing the love and pity in his face, burst into a passion of grief.

“Leave me! papa going to leave me!” she cried.  “Oh, no, no!  I cannot bear it!  He must, he will be better soon!  O Mr. Travilla, say that he will!”

“No, my darling!” replied a quivering voice from the bed, “I shall not live to see the morning light, and if you love Mr. Travilla tell him so and let me see you married before I die.”

“Can you, do you love me, dear little Zoe?” Edward asked in tenderest tones, passing his arm about her waist.

“Yes,” she said half under her breath, with a quick glance up into his face, then hid her own on his breast, sobbing, “Oh, take care of me! for I’ll be all alone in the wide world when dear papa is gone.”

“I will,” he said, pressing her closer, softly pushing back the fair hair from the white temple and touching his lips to it again and again.  “God helping me, I will be to you a tender, true, and loving husband.”