They took the casket out to a quiet place beyond the city, where the little body might rest until the sister wished to take it away.

As they stood upon that bleak hillside, dotted over with white tombstones, the looming city in the distance off at the right, Courtland recognized the group of spreading buildings that belonged to-his university.  He marveled at the closeness of life and death in this world.  Out there the busy city, everybody tired and hustling to get, to learn, to enjoy; out here everybody lying quiet, like the corn of wheat in the ground, waiting for the resurrection time, the call of God to come forth in beauty!  What a difference it would make in the working, and getting, and hustling, and learning, and enjoying if everybody remembered how near the lying-quiet time might be!  How unready some might be to lie down and feel that it was all over!  How much difference it must make what one had done with the time over there in the city, when the stopping time came!  How much better it would be if one could live remembering the Presence, always being aware of its nearness!  To live Christ!  What would that mean?  Was he ready to surrender a thought like that?

The minister, it appeared, had a very urgent call in another direction.  He must take a trolley that passed the gate of the cemetery and go off at once.  It fell to Courtland to look after the girl, for the doctor had not been able to leave his practice to take the long ride to the cemetery.  She, it seemed, did not hear what they said, nor care who went with her.

Courtland led her to the carriage and put her in.  “I suppose you will want to go directly back to the house?” he said.

She turned to him as if she were coming out of a trance.  She caught her breath and gave him one wild, beseeching look, crying out with something like a sob:  “Oh, how can I ever go back to that room now?” And then her breath seemed suddenly to leave her and she fell back against the seat as if she were lifeless.

He sprang in beside her, took her in his arms, resting her head against his shoulder, loosened her coat about her throat, and chafed her cold hands, drawing the robes closely about her slender shoulders, but she lay there white and without a sign, of life.  He thought he never had seen anything so ghastly white as her face.

The driver came around and offered a bottle of brandy.  They forced a few drops between her teeth, and after a moment there came a faint flutter of her eyelids.  She came to herself for just an instant, looked about her, realized her sorrow once more, and dropped off into oblivion again.

“She’s in a bad way!” murmured the driver, looking worried.  “I guess we’d better get her somewheres.  I don’t want to have no responsibility.  My chief’s gone back to the city, and the other man’s gone across the to West Side.  I reckon we’d better go on and stop at some hospital if she don’t come to pretty soon.”