u have
read these written words, for I shall instruct you not to break the
seal until you are ready to take your departure from that country,
which you will never do without having attained success. You are to
serve the czar, and for him and in his name, will achieve the
disruption of the nihilist societies of St. Petersburg, and
therefore of the empire. I know your thoroughness, and I anticipate
that very many among the prominent revolutionists will soon be
known to you. Among them you will find the name I have written
here--Zara de Echeveria.

I present her to you, Derrington, by this letter, as if we three
were standing together in the form of formal introduction. I am a
fatalist, and I know that you two will meet, and read your
destinies in each other's souls. If you are already together, there
will be no need of this letter, save to tell you how thoroughly and
how well I love you both. God has written your futures on the same
page of the book of destiny, and I have read the writing. You are
created for one another, and as surely as God's love watches over
us all, just so surely has He put the seal of enduring human love
upon you both. Why it will be so, and how it will come about, I
have not the skill to tell, but my prophetic vision looked into the
futures of you both, when I talked with you, one after another,
yesterday; and I saw you passing down the declining years of life,
hand in hand, and heart with heart, like one.

If Zara be not with you, seek her.

The name will be familiar to you, by reason of your late
employment, even though she may have escaped your personal
recognition till now. Therefore, I repeat, if Zara be not with you
now, turn about and seek her. I charge you so.

But something tells me that you will be together, standing side by
side, happier in the great love that has come to you both, than all
your dreams have ever promised. Therefore, I bless you and may the
good God who made you for each other, hold you in his keeping
always.

SABEREVSKI.

Zara and I were both strangely silent after the reading of the letter,
but I took her quietly in my arms, and she pillowed her head against my
shoulder while we looked out across the moonlit sea, praising God, and
insensibly calling down blessings upon the name of our good frien