. Jackanapes. with illus. by Randolph Caldecott. , but you. I have too little tenderness for my dear boy, youre faint. Can you spare me for a moment? No, stay—Major i What? What? My head drifts so—it you wouldnt mind. Yes! Yes! Say a prayer by me. Out loud please, I am gettingdeaf. My dearest Jackanapes—my dear boy One of the Church Prayers—Parade Service, youknow 42 HIS LAST WORDS. I see. But the fact is—God forgive me, Jackanapes—Im a very different sort of fellow to some of youyoungsters. Look here, let me fetch But Jackanapes hand was in his, and it wouldnt let go. There was a brief and bi
. Jackanapes. with illus. by Randolph Caldecott. , but you. I have too little tenderness for my dear boy, youre faint. Can you spare me for a moment? No, stay—Major i What? What? My head drifts so—it you wouldnt mind. Yes! Yes! Say a prayer by me. Out loud please, I am gettingdeaf. My dearest Jackanapes—my dear boy One of the Church Prayers—Parade Service, youknow 42 HIS LAST WORDS. I see. But the fact is—God forgive me, Jackanapes—Im a very different sort of fellow to some of youyoungsters. Look here, let me fetch But Jackanapes hand was in his, and it wouldnt let go. There was a brief and bitter silence. Ton my soul I can only remember the little one atthe end. Please, whispered Jackanapes. Pressed by the conviction that what little he could do itwas his duty to do, the Major—kneeling—bared his head,and spoke loudly, clearly, and very reverently— The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ Jackanapes moved his left hand to his right one, whichstill held the Majors— —The love of God. And with that—Jackanapes died. 43. CHAPTER VI. Und so ist der blaue Himmel grosser als jedesGewolk darin, und dauerhafter dazu. Jean Paul Richter. ACKANAPES death was sad newsfor the Goose Green, a sorrow just quali-^fied by honourable pride in his gallantryand devotion. Only the Cobbler dis-sented, but that was his way. He saidhe saw nothing in it but foolhardinessand vainglory. They might both havebeen killed, as easy as not, and then where would ye havebeen ? A mans life was a mans life, and one life was asgood as another. No one would catch him throwing hisaway. And, for that matter, Mrs. Johnson could spare achild a great deal better than Miss Jessamine, But the parson preached Jackanapes funeral sermon/>n the text, Whosoever will save his life shall lose it;and whosoever will lose his life for My sake shall find it;and all the village went and wept to hear him. Nor did Miss Jessamine see her loss from the Cobblerspoint of view, On the contrary, Mrs. Johnson said
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