r Bathurst resigned his appointment. There was still much to
be done, and months of marching and fighting before the rebellion was
quite stamped out; but there had now arrived a force ample to overcome
all opposition, and there was no longer a necessity for the service of
civilians. As he had already left the service of the Company, he was his
own master, and therefore started at once for Calcutta..

"I shall not be long before I follow you," the Doctor said, as they
spent their last evening together. "I shall wait and see this out, and
then retire. I should have liked to have gone home with you, but it is
out of the question. Our hands are full, and likely to be so for some
time, so I must stop."

Bathurst stopped for a day at Patna to see Rujub and his daughter. He
was received as an expected guest, and after spending a few hours with
them he continued his journey. At Calcutta he found a letter awaiting
him from Isobel, saying that she had arrived safely in England, and
should stay with her mother until his arrival, and there he found her.

"I expected you today," she said, after the first rapturous greeting
was over. "Six weeks ago I woke in the middle of the night, and heard
Rabda's voice distinctly say: 'He has been with us today: he is safe and
well; he is on his way to you.' As I knew how long you would take
going down from Patna, I went the next day to the office and found what
steamer you would catch, and when she would arrive. My mother and sister
both regarded me as a little out of my mind when I said you would be
back this week. They have not the slightest belief in what I told them
about Rujub, and insist that it was all a sort of hallucination brought
on by my sufferings. Perhaps they will believe now."

"Your face is wonderfully better," he said presently. "The marks seem
dying out, and you look almost your old self."

"Yes," she said; "I have been to one of the great doctors, and he says
he thinks the scars will quite disappear in time."

Isobel Bathurst has never again received any distinct message from
Rabda, but from time to time she has the consciousness, when sitting
quietly alone, that the girl is with her in thought. Every year letters
and presents are exchanged, and to the end of their lives she and her
husband will feel that their happiness is chiefly due to her and her
father--Rujub, the Juggler.

THE END.

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