argaret's heart clung
to her old home, the plain little house in which she had suffered, and
enjoyed, and learned so much. So he sat down contentedly on the hearth
from which he began a life whose troubled dawning had been succeeded
by a day so brilliant, and an evening so calm.

Snorro, never far away, and never long away, from his "dear captain,"
his "dear Jan," bought the little cottage in which he had once lived.
There he hung again the pictured Christ, and there he arranged, in his
own way, all the treasures he had gathered during his roving life.
Snorro's house was a wonderful place to the boys of Lerwick. They
entered it with an almost awful delight. They sat hour after hour,
listening to the kind, brave, good man, in whom every child found a
friend and comforter. His old mates also dearly loved to spend their
evenings with Snorro, and hear him tell about the dangers he had
passed through, and the deeds he had done.

How fair! how calm and happy was this evening of a busy day! Yet in
its sweet repose many a voice from the outside world reached the tired
wayfarers. There were frequent letters from Jan's children, and they
came from all countries, and brought all kinds of strange news. There
were rare visits from old friends, messages and tokens of remembrance,
and numerous books and papers that kept for them the echoes of the
places they had left.

Neither did they feel the days long, or grow weary with inaction. Jan
and Snorro, like the majority of men, whose life-work is finished,
conceived a late but ardent affection for their mother earth. They
each had gardens and small hot-houses, and they were always making
experiments with vegetables and flowers. It was wonderful how much
pleasure they got out of the patches of ground they tried to beautify.
Then the fishing season always renewed their youth. The boats in which
Jan or Snorro took a place were the lucky boats, and often both men
sat together during the watch, as they had done long years before, and
talked softly in the exquisite Shetland night of all the good that had
come to them.

For the companionship between these two souls grew closer and fonder
as they drew nearer to the heavenly horizon. They were more and more
together, they walked the long watches again, and fought over their
battles, and recalled the hours which had been link after link in that
chain of truest love which had bound their hearts and lives together.

And Margaret, still beautif