Uncle Jesse had gone to the post office faithfully every day for a month , expecting it , but this day he was too feeble to go and I went for him . The book was there . It was called simply , The Life-Book of Jesse Boyd , and on the title page the names of Robert Kennedy and Jesse Boyd were printed as collaborators . I shall never forget Uncle Jesse 's face as I handed it to him . I came away and left him reading it , oblivious to all else . All night the light burned in his window , and I looked out across the sands to it and pictured the delight of the old man poring over the printed pages whereon his own life was portrayed . I wondered how he would like the ending -- the ending I had suggested . I was never to know . After breakfast I went over to Uncle Jesse 's house , taking some little delicacy Mother had cooked for him . It was an exquisite morning , full of delicate spring tints and sounds . The harbour was sparkling and dimpling like a girl , the winds were playing hide and seek roguishly among the stunted firs , and the silver-flashing gulls were soaring over the bar . Beyond the Gate was a shining , wonderful sea . When I reached the little house on the point I saw the lamp still burning wanly in the window . A quick alarm struck at my heart . Without waiting to knock , I lifted the latch , and entered . Uncle Jesse was lying on the old sofa by the window , with the book clasped to his heart . His eyes were closed and on his face was a look of the most perfect peace and happiness -- the look of one who has long sought and found at last . We could not know at what hour he had died , but somehow I think he had his wish and went out when the morning came in through the Golden Gate . Out on that shining tide his spirit drifted , over the sunrise sea of pearl and silver , to the haven where lost Margaret waited beyond the storms and calms . The Little Black Doll Everybody in the Marshall household was excited on the evening of the concert at the Harbour Light Hotel -- everybody , even to Little Joyce , who could n't go to the concert because there was n't anybody else to stay with Denise .
Perhaps Denise was the most excited XXXXX them all -- Denise , who was slowly dying of consumption in the Marshall kitchen chamber because there was no other place in the world for her to die in , or anybody to trouble about her .
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