nly," said the
doctor sternly.

The man's face altered as he spoke, a kind of fear came over him, as he
rose to follow the doctor without a word. As he passed near the young
Highlander, he glanced at him and shuddered, "He's young to die, and
have done with everything."

"He would tell you he is just going to begin with everything," said Mr.
Cameron, who had heard the words, and came forward just then. "Doctor, I
suppose we need not move him," he added, glancing at the dying lad, "you
see he is going fast."

"No, nothing can harm him now, poor young fellow. I will go and speak to
the captain--will you help Mr. Grossman to his cabin?"

As they reached the state-room door, Mr. Cameron said, "Friend, when
your time comes, may you too know the peace that is filling the heart of
yon lad."

"He is believing in a lie, I fear," said the other.

"And yet, when you were in pain the other day, I heard you call loudly,
'God help me!'"

"Oh, well, I suppose it is a kind of instinct--a habit one gets into,
like any other exclamation."

"I think not," said the old man. "I believe that in your inmost, soul is
a conviction that there is a God. Don't you remember hearing that
Voltaire, with almost his last breath, said, 'Et pourtant, il y a un
Dieu!'"

Returning on deck, Mr. Cameron took his watch beside the young
Highlander. There was no return of consciousness, and very soon the
happy spirit freed itself from its earthly tenement without a struggle.

Next morning they consigned all that was mortal of him to the deep, in
sure and certain hope that he shall rise again. God knows where to find
His own, whether in the quiet leafy "God's acre," or in the depths of
the sea.

* * * * *

The year was advancing. It was towards the end of February. At Gibraltar
great excitement prevailed in the house perched on the side of the
"Rock." Major Somerset and his wife were expected! Norah paused suddenly
to look out over the blue expanse of sea, to-day ruffled with a slight
breeze--and then exclaimed:

"Children! children! come, a steamer with the British flag is coming in!
Hurry and get on your things."

There was no need for urging them to haste--the outdoor wrappings were
on in no time, and they ran down to the landing-stage just as the ship
had cast anchor. Numerous boats were already making their way out to
her. They soon learnt that the ship was from Malta, though she was not
the _Minerva_ they