And she stood thus, wrapped up in sad thoughts and anticipations of
evil, a great, great joy lay very near her.

Edgar Wylie had thrown himself into the sea, and lost consciousness from
the effects of a blow. Several boats had braved the furious sea, and
come out to save the unfortunate people if possible.

Thus it was that he was picked up, as well as a young fellow he had
risked his life to save.

When he came to himself, he found he had been brought to the nearest
hotel, and a doctor was in attendance. There was, however, nothing
really the matter with him. He had, it is true, been stunned by the
sharp spar that had come in contact with his head, but no real injury
had been done.

A good night's rest had restored him to himself. He woke early the
following morning, and rising went out to breathe the fresh pure air.

Thus it came to pass that the husband and wife were passing each other
in their morning walk, and they did not know it.

And yet, as his tall figure passed her, a thrill of memory went through
her, a something in the walk reminded her of her husband.

Both had arrived at the supreme crisis of their lives, and yet they
might never have met, but for a small incident, and a rather funny one.

Norah had taken off her hat and had laid it carelessly beside her on the
low wall on which she was leaning, when she became aware of some one
taking possession of it, and looking round she saw the impudent face of
a monkey disappearing with it up the steep side of the "Rock."

She had no energy to recover it, and was standing helplessly watching
his movements when she saw the stranger who had passed her set off in
pursuit of the truant.

She soon lost sight of him, and had again sunk into a reverie when a
voice said: "Here is your hat; I have rescued it. I think it is none the
worse for this adventure."

Oh, that voice! Norah's heart stood still, she was stunned and could not
believe that she heard aright. Was she dreaming? "The rascal was caught
by one of the sentries, evidently he is quite at home with them, and the
soldier on duty coaxed it from him."

Then Norah turned, there was no longer room for doubt, her eyes were
riveted on the grey ones fixed on her.

[Sidenote: "You are not Dead!"]

"Then you are not dead," was the thought that flashed through her mind.
Her tongue was dry and parched; her heart, which had seemed to stop,
bounded forward, as though it must burst its bonds.

"Oh, Edgar!" she