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"My condition is improved

"I am, very truly yours, "JOHN HARKLESS"

When the letter was concluded, he handed it to Meredith "Please address

that, put a 'special' on it, and send it, Toht"

"H Fisbee?"

"Yes; H Fisbee"

"I believe it does you good to write, boy," said the other, as he bent

over him "You look more chirrupy than you have for several days"

"It's that beast, McCune; young Fisbee is rather queer about it, and I

felt stirred up as I went along" But even before the sentence was

finished the favor of age and utter weariness returned, and the dark lids

closed over his eyes They opened again, slowly, and he took the others

hand and looked up at him mournfully, but as it were his soul shone forth

in du you a jolly su effort

to smile "Don't you think I am? I don't--I don't knohat I should have

--done----"

"You old Indian!" said Meredith, tenderly

Three days later, Tooration in his