or one who trusts in Jesus."

It was all she could do to say it, for the cry that was rising to her
lips from her heart, in which sorrow was struggling with joy.

"There is only one thing that sometimes makes me doubt," said Marian,
again. "My life has been such a happy life. I have had no tribulation
that the Bible speaks of--no buffetting--no tossing to and fro. I have
been happy all my life, and happy to the end. It seems hardly fair,
Graeme, when there are so many that have so much suffering."

"God has been very good to you, dear."

"And you'll let me go willingly, Graeme?"

"Oh! Menie, must you go. Could you no' bide with us a little while?"
said Graeme, her tears coming fast. A look of pain came to her sister's
face.

"Graeme," said she, softly; "at first I thought I couldna bear to go and
leave you all. But it seems easy now. And you wouldna bring back the
pain, dear?"

"No, no! my darling."

"At first you'll all be sorry, but God will comfort you. And my father
winna have long to wait, and you'll have Rosie and Will--and, Graeme,
you will tell papa?"

"Yes, I will tell him."

"He'll grieve at first, and I could not bear to see him grieve. After
he has time to think about it, he will be glad."

"And Arthur, and all the rest--" murmured Graeme.

A momentary shadow passed over Marian's face.

"Oh! Graeme, at first I thought it would break my heart to leave you
all--but I am willing now. God, I trust, has made me willing. And
after a while they will be happy again. But they will never forget me,
will they, Graeme?"

"My darling! never!"

"Sometimes I wish I had known--I wish I had been quite sure, when they
were all at home. I would like to have said something. But it doesna
really matter. They will never forget me."

"We will send for them," said Graeme, through her tears.

"I don't know. I think not. It would grieve them, and I can bear so
little now. And we were so happy the last time. I think they had best
not come, Graeme."

But the words were slow to come, and her eyes turned, oh! so wistfully,
to her sister's face, who had no words with which to answer.

"Sometimes I dream of them, and when I waken, I do so long to see them,"
and the tears gathered slowly in her eyes. "But it is as well as it is,
perhaps. I would rather they would think of me as I used to be, than to
see me now. No, Graeme, I think I will wait."

In the pause that followed, she kissed her si