n its every detail, and over which we shall
hasten as speedily as may be.

There in the gray morning light stood Yusuf, bound and forced to look on
at the death of the bright-haired singer, whose sunny smile had been as
a ray of sunshine to the two men.

Amzi looked on as if turned to stone--heard Dumah's last cheerful words,
"Do not weep, Yusuf; it will be all flowers, all angels, soon. Dumah is
going home happy,"--then, he fell on his face, and so lay for hours
unconscious of all. Reason came slowly back, and he realized that
another of the tragedies only too common in those perilous days had
taken place.

"I am going home happy," rang in his ears. The cold moonlight crept in,
shining in a dead silver bar on the ceiling. Amzi lay looking at it,
until it seemed a path of glory leading, for Dumah's feet, through the
window and up to heaven.

"I am going home happy." Was that home Amzi's home too? Ah, he had never
thought of it as his home, though he remembered the words--"In my
Father's house are many mansions." He imagined he saw Dumah in one of
those bright mansions, happy in eternal love and sunshine, while he,
Amzi, was without.

For the first time in his life Amzi was concerned deeply about his soul;
and now there was no Yusuf to answer his questions. Ere another day had
passed he, too, might be called upon to undergo Dumah's fate. He could
not say "I am going home happy." How, then, might this blessed assurance
be his? He strove to remember Yusuf's words, but they seemed to flit
away from his memory. His whole life appeared so listless, so selfish,
so taken up with gratification of self! At last he seemed a sinner. How
could he obtain forgiveness?

He turned over in agony, and the little stone tablet fell against his
bosom. With difficulty, on account of the manacles on his hands, he drew
it forth and traced the words with his finger.

"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that
whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting
life."

As when a black cloud passes away from the moon and a flood of
brightness fills the whole air below, so the light burst upon Amzi. He
saw it all now! His talk with Yusuf on the love of God came back to him,
and he shouted aloud with joy:

"Praise the Lord, he hath set me free!"

"Then for the sake of mercy, help me to get out of this too," said a
voice from the other side of the partition. It was Asru.

"Alas, my friend," ret