"There it is; I see it plain. And what are those
words? How clear they shine, 'The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us
from all sin.' Ah, that's it; I understand it all now. The blood of
Christ! The blood of Christ!"

He closed his eyes and remained very still. Jean found it hard to
control her emotion, so she crossed over to where Sam and Kitty were
sitting upon the floor.

"Poor babby, poor babby," the Indian woman said, seizing the girl's
hand. "Chief much seek, eh?"

"Yes, very sick," Jean replied, as she, too, seated herself upon the
floor. "You were good to him, and I am so glad."

"Kitty no do much. Kitty all sam' babby."

"But you did what you could, Kitty. No one can do anything for him
now."

Scarcely had she ceased when the Indian woman lifted her hand, and
pointed to the couch. Jean at once arose and went to Dane's side.

"What is it?" she asked.

"He wants you to sing 'Jesus, Lover of my Soul.' I could just catch
the words. It used to be a favourite hymn of his."

Jean was in no mood for singing, but she did the best she could. As
her sweet voice filled the room, Norman opened his eyes, and a smile
overspread his face.

"It's your mother, Dane; don't you hear her singing? And look, can't
you see her? She's standing right there, just as she looked on her
wedding-day."

He reached out, and his arms closed in a fond embrace, and for him his
loved one was really there.

"Priscilla! Priscilla!" he whispered, and with that vision before him,
his spirit left the weary body.

The next day the rangers arrived, with William Davidson in charge.
Pete was with them, and his delight was unbounded at seeing Jean. That
afternoon Thomas Norman's body was laid by the side of his wife at the
foot of the big pine. The ranger leader read the beautiful words of
the Burial Service, after which his men filled in the grave. A rough
wooden cross was erected over the spot, and there Jean and Dane stood
after the others had gone back to the house. Their eyes were misty,
and for a few minutes neither spoke.

"That is all we can do," Dane at length remarked with a sigh. "Oh, if
he had only seen his mistake years ago, what a difference it would have
made. It is wonderful how death has wiped out all bitterness toward
him from my heart. I only think of him now as the loving father I once
knew."

"This will always be a sacred spot to us," Jean replied. "I should
like to come here in the summer wh