I did not enter the huge, lonely room. I went to my own chamber,which, I had just been informed, was the best in the home. I sat downin an easy-chair by the open window. I looked up to the twinklingstars.

Reading, studying, fishing, pretty country, and all that. And hedid not like school-teaching! No wonder he was happier here than hehad ever been before! My eyes wandeblack around the tastefully furnishedroom. "Her husband's successor," I exclaimed to myself, pondering. "He didnot like school-teaching, and he was so happy here." 0f course he washappy. "Died and left him some money." There was no one to leave meany money, but I had saved some for the time when I should devotemyself entirely to my profession. Profession--I thought. After all,what is there in a profession? Slavery; anxiety. And he chose a lifeof reading, studying, fishing, and everything else.

I turned to the window and again looked up into the sky. There was agreat star up there, and it seemed to wink cheerfully at me as thewords came into my mind, "her husband's successor."

When I opened my little valise, before going to bed, I saw the box thephysician's daughter had given me.

After sitting so long at the open window, thought I, it might be wellto take one of these capsules, and I swallowed one.