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476 THE INDIAN ADVOCATE
in its place in the prayer-book. Something in his tone and
manner told the listeners that a tender chord had been touch-
ed and that they were to inquire no further.
And the summer days went by in their own quiet way: the
flowers began to wilt; the maples to assume their rich and
purple yellow tints.
One day the children missed Owney. They played their
games in the lane; they pulled the bright-hued leaves and
sewed them together by the stems and waited. Still Owney
did not come. And yet they wanted him that afternoon, for
they had woven for him a long chain of maple leaves and a
basket of burrs.
Finally, it was suggested that they should go to the cabin
and ask him to come out. They knocked at the door, and
listened. A feeble voice was heard, but they could not un
derstand what was said. What was the matter with dear old
man? Something must had happened, they thought; and grow
ing afraid they tried the door once more and then rushed off
home to tell their story.
"a crowd had soon gathered, the door was forced open, and
the old Owney was found lying on the floor near the bed be
had tried in vain to rdach. He had fallen with extreme ex
haustion, due undoubtedly to old age, to hardships, and
perhaps to secret worries that the sympathetic bystanders had
The physician and the priest were sent for. The former
administered a stimulant that brought back some of the flag
ging strength of the patient, but he told the people standing
round that this return of energy would be very short, that it
was but a matter of hours with Owney:
The old man seemed to realize this himself, for he turned
to the priest and asked:
"Am I going to die, Father?"
The good priest soothed his forehead and observed as gent- J
ly as possible that he thought God now needed him for him
self.1 ' . &
"Then, thank God," Owney murmured. A beautiful smile
crossed the wrinkled old face, while he continued to speak.
"The prayerTof rhy long life are to be answered at last." And U