"
"Help father!" she repeated. "But that can never be done. Father
is--an outcast!"
"But he has no disease," Cora said, remembering what Kate, had told
her was Tony's excuse for going to see a victim of some dreadful
disease, who was on Fern Island.
"No, thank God, his body is well, but his soul is sick--so very
sick."
"Let me see if you can sit up?" asked Cora. "It will soon be night
and we must try to get away."
"It will, be much better to leave him, and return, soon, well and
strong enough to comfort him again," Cora said, "than to stay here,
and perhaps die."
"You are right," said the stranger getting up on her elbow. "Oh,
what it means to speak with a girl again. Heaven must have sent
you."
"There, you are up now," spoke Cora quickly, realizing the
importance of urging the girl to get up while she felt so inclined.
"See, you can stand! There, now you can walk."
"But I must say good-bye to father. Oh! should I leave him?" she
sobbed.
"Just for a little while, dear," Cora again assured her. Then the
girl put her finger to her mouth and gave a queer whistle.
"I will be outside so he will know that I am better," said the girl.
"Father has been so frightened."
The next moment the man appeared again.
"Father," said the girl, "I am going with this friend some place to
get well. Should I go?"
"Friend? Yes, she is all of that.
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