in the boat.

"I have known her but a day," murmured the Arab chief, "and during that
day she has shone upon my path like a gleam of sunshine from the gates
of Paradise. From the first instant I saw her I loved her as I have
loved no other, and as I shall love no other to my life's end."

He stooped and imprinted a passionate kiss upon that marble brow,
pressing as he did so the lifeless hand, gazing into the fast-fixing
eyes, and murmuring "Farewell" in his native tongue.

She understood him, and with a smile of gratitude, answered him in the
same language.

The boat put off.

Kara-al-Zariel, standing on the sands, watched it for some moments, and
then, as if unable longer to bear the sight, turned away, knelt upon
the beach, and covered his eyes with his hands.

It was not grief alone that made him kneel beneath the open vault of
Heaven.

In that terrible moment he registered to Heaven a vow of vengeance
against the pasha who had slain the Pearl of the Isles.

The sturdy tars bent to their oars, and the boat left the murmuring
waters of the sunlit Mediterranean.

Arriving on the ship, Thyra was placed with all care and tenderness
upon deck.

The doctor examined the wound, and shook his head gravely.

"I can do nothing here!" he said, in subdued tones.

None answered him; only they saw too plainly that his words were final.

Poor Jack Harkaway! If ever in his young life he had felt grief, it was
now, when he saw one who had so hopelessly loved him, dying through
that very love.

"I am not afraid to die," said Thyra, in her low, faint voice, "and to
die in this way is the best of all; for my future life might have made
both you and myself unhappy."

"Unhappy! How could that be, Thyra?" asked Jack, as he knelt beside
her, his hand clasped in hers, her dying eyes looking upwards into his
face.

"Because your love is given to another," she sighed, "and, therefore,
mine is hopeless; but oh, may that other--whoever she may be--be now
and ever happy in your love."

"You have died for my sake!" he said, "and can you think I can feel any
thing but the deepest gratitude, the most tender feelings, towards you?
No, dear Thyra, I love you now, if I have not before."

"To hear that from your lips," she murmured, "is to die happy. All I
ask now, is that you will always remember the little Greek girl who
loved you, and--and who was unhappy in her life, and happy in her
death."

"Remember you!" said Jack, "re