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Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911

"The Conflict"

''
Jane went in and kissed the bulging bony forehead. ``Good night,
popsy.''
``Good night, Jinny dear,'' he said in a softer voice than she
had ever heard from him. ``I'm feeling very comfortable now, and
sleepy. If anything should happen, don't forget what I said
about not temptin' your brother by trustin' him too fur. Look
after your own affairs. Take Mr. Haswell's advice. He's stupid,
but he's honest and careful and safe. You might talk to Dr.
Charlton about things, too. He's straight, and knows what's
what. He's one of them people that gives everybody good advice
but themselves. If anything should happen----''
``But nothing's going to happen, popsy.''
``It might. I don't seem to care as much as I did. I'm so
tarnation tired. I reckon the goin' ain't as bad as I always
calculated. I didn't know how tired they felt and anxious to
rest.''
``I'll turn down the light. The nurse is right in there.''
``Yes--turn the light. If anything should happen, there's an
envelope in the top drawer in my desk for Dr. Charlton. But
don't tell him till I'm gone. I don't trust nobody, and if he
knowed there was something waiting, why, there's no telling----''
The old man had drowsed off. Jane lowered the light and went
down to join Charlton on the front veranda, where he was smoking
a cigarette. She said:
``He's asleep.''
``He's all right for the next few days,'' said Charlton. ``After
that--I don't know.


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