mistake。
Leave your dog outside。 Heaven goes by favor。 If it went by merit
you would stay out and the dog would go in。
You will be wanting to slip down at night and smuggle water to those
poor little chaps （the infant damned）； but don't you try it。 You
would be caught； and nobody in heaven would respect you after that。
Explain to Helen why I don't come。 If you can。
There were several pages of this counsel。 One paragraph was written in
shorthand。 I meant to ask him to translate it； but there were many other
things to think of； and I did not remember。
I spent most of each day with him； merely sitting by the bed and reading
while he himself read or dozed。 His nights were wakefulhe found it
easier to sleep by dayand he liked to think that some one was there。
He became interested in Hardy's Jude； and spoke of it with high approval；
urging me to read it。 He dwelt a good deal on the morals of it； or
rather on the lack of them。 He followed the tale to the end； finishing
it the afternoon before we sailed。 It was his last continuous reading。
I noticed； when he slept； that his breathing was difficult； and I could
see from day to day that he did not improve； but each evening he would be
gay and lively； and he liked the entire family to gather around； while he
became really hilarious over the various happenings of the day。
It was only a few days before we sailed that the very severe attacks
returned。 The night of the 8th was a hard one。 The doctors were
summoned； and it was only after repeated injections of morphine that the
pain had been eased。 When I returned in the early morning he was sitting
in his chair trying to sing； after his old morning habit。 He took my
hand and said：
〃Well； I had a picturesque night。 Every pain I had was on exhibition。〃
He looked out the window at the sunlight on the bay and green dotted
islands。 〃'Sparkling and bright in the liquid light；'〃 he quoted。
〃That's Hoffman。 Anything left of Hoffman？〃
〃No；〃 I said。
〃I must watch for the Bermudian and see if she salutes；〃 he said；
presently。 〃The captain knows I am here sick； and he blows two short
whistles just as they come up behind that little island。 Those are for
me。〃
He said he could breathe easier if he could lean forward； and I placed a
card…table in front of him。 His breakfast came in； and a little later he
became quite gay。 He drifted to Macaulay again； and spoke of King
James's plot to assassinate William II。； and how the clergy had brought
themselves to see that there was no difference between killing a king in
battle and by assassination。 He had taken his seat by the window to
watch for the Bermudian。 She came down the bay presently； her bright red
stacks towering vividly above the green island。 It was a brilliant
morning； the sky and the water a marvelous blue。 He watched her
anxiously and without speaking。 Suddenly there were two white puffs of
steam； and two short； hoarse notes went up from her。
〃Those are for me；〃 he said； his face full of contentment。 〃Captain
Fraser does not forget me。〃
There followed another bad night。 My room was only a little distance
away； and Claude came for me。 I do not think any of us thought he would
survive it； but he slept at last； or at least dozed。 In the morning he
said：
〃That breast pain stands watch all night and the short breath all day。
I am losing enough sleep to supply a worn…out army。 I want a jugful of
that hypnotic injunction every night and every morning。〃
We began to fear now that he would not be able to sail on the 12th； but
by great good…fortune he had wonderfully improved by the 12th； so much so
that I began to believe； if once he could be in Stormfield； where the air
was more vigorous； he might easily survive the summer。 The humid
atmosphere of the season increased the difficulty of his breathing。
That evening he was unusually merry。 Mr。 and Mrs。 Allen and Helen and
myself went in to wish him good night。 He was loath to let us leave； but
was reminded that he would sail in the morning； and that the doctor had
insisted that he must be quiet and lie still in bed and rest。 He was
never one to be very obedient。 A little later Mrs。 Allen and I； in the
sitting…room； heard some one walking softly outside on the veranda。 We
went out there； and he was marching up and down in his dressing…gown as
unconcerned as if he were not an invalid at all。 He hadn't felt sleepy；
he said； and thought a little exercise would do him good。 Perhaps it
did； for he slept soundly that nighta great blessing。
Mr。 Allen had chartered a special tug to come to Bay House landing in the
morning and take him to the ship。 He was carried in a little hand…chair
to the tug； and all the way out he seemed light…spirited； anything but an
invalid： The sailors carried him again in the chair to his state…room；
and he bade those dear Bermuda friends good…by； and we sailed away。
As long as I remember anything I shall remember the forty…eight hours of
that homeward voyage。 It was a brief two days as time is measured； but
as time is lived it has taken its place among those unmeasured periods by
the side of which even years do not count。
At first he seemed quite his natural self； and asked for a catalogue of
the ship's library； and selected some memoirs of the Countess of Cardigan
for his reading。 He asked also for the second volume of Carlyle's French
Revolution； which he had with him。 But we ran immediately into the more
humid； more oppressive air of the Gulf Stream； and his breathing became
at first difficult； then next to impossible。 There were two large port…
holes； which I opened； but presently he suggested that it would be better
outside。 It was only a step to the main…deck； and no passengers were
there。 I had a steamer…chair brought； and with Claude supported him to
it and bundled him with rugs； but it had grown damp and chilly； and his
breathing did not improve。 It seemed to me that the end might come at
any moment； and this thought was in his mind； too； for once in the effort
for breath he managed to say：
〃I am goingI shall be gone in a moment。〃
Breath came； but I realized then that even his cabin was better than
this。 I steadied him back to his berth and shut out most of that deadly
dampness。 He asked for the 〃hypnotic 'injunction〃 （for his humor never
left him）； and though it was not yet the hour prescribed I could not deny
it。 It was impossible for him to lie down； even to recline； without
great distress。 The opiate made him drowsy； and he longed for the relief
of sleep； but when it seemed about to possess him the struggle for air
would bring him upright。
During the more comfortable moments he spoke quite in the old way； and
time and again made an effort to read； and reached for his pipe or a
cigar which lay in the little berth hammock at his side。 I held the
match； and he would take a puff or two with satisfaction。 Then the peace
of it would bring drowsiness； and while I supported him there would come
a few moments； perhaps； of precious sleep。 Only a few moments； for the
devil of suffocation was always lying in wait to bring him back for fresh
tortures。 Over and over again this was repeated； varied by him being
steadied on his feet or sitting on the couch opposite the berth。 In
spite of his suffering； two dominant characteristics remainedthe sense
of humor； and tender consideration for another。
Once when the ship rolled and his hat fell from the hook； and made the
circuit of the cabin floor； he said：
〃The ship is passing the hat。〃
Again he said：
〃I am sorry for you； Paine； but I can't help itI can't hurry this dying
business。 Can't you give me enough of the hypnotic injunction to put an
end to me？〃
He thought if I could arrange the pillows so he could sit straight up it
would not be necessary to support him； and then I could sit on the couch
and read while he tried to doze。 He wanted me to read Jude； he said； so
we could talk about it。 I got all the pillows I could and built them up
around him； and sat down with the book； and this seemed to give him
contentment。 He would doze off a little and then come up with a start；
his piercing； agate eyes searching me out to see if I was still there。
Over and overtwenty times in an hourthis was repeated。 When I could
deny him no longer I administered the opiate； but it never completely
possessed him or gave him entire relief。
As I looked at him there； so reduced in his estate； I could not but
remember all the labor of his years； and all the splendid honor which the
world had paid to him。 Something of this may have entered his mind； too；
for once； when I offered him some of the milder remedies which we had
brought； he said：
〃After forty years of public effort I have become just a target for
medicines。〃
The program of change from berth to the floor； from floor to the couch；
from the couch back to the berth among the pillows； was repeated again
and again； he always thinking of the trouble he might be making； rarely
uttering any complaint； but once he said：
〃I never guessed that I was not going to outlive John Bigelow。〃