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of night was coming down from the sky, and u terious depths of the sea came the profound hu voice that is the organ of the world.

He took in the oars, and his tiny shell bega that moment his eye caught something at the boat. It was a flower, a broken stem, a torn r scattered rose leaves. Only a relic of the last it brought back the perfume of love, a sense of bright eyes, of a caress, a kiss. His mind went to the Melliah, to the glen, to the days so full love, when they hovered on the edge of the pr had been hurled over it since then. It was so between love and honour he would not have to longer.

And Kate? When all was over and wor "The Deemster is gone," what would happen would still be at his house in Athol Street. Tha beginning of evil! She would wait for him, a of his return was lost, she would weep for him be the key of discovery! The truth would be Though he might be at the bottom of the sea, that hung over his life would break. It was in she would be there to bear the storm aloneisland which had been deceived, alone with I been lied to and betrayed. Was that just? W

And then-what then? What would be Openly shamed, charged, as she must be, wi weight of the crime from whose burden he ha of his downfall, a Delilah, a Jezebel, what fate her? Where would she go? Down to what dej her sinking lower than ever man sinks; he hear her supplications.

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Then in that delirium of anguish in which nature is reversed, and external objects no l sensation, but sensation produces, as it were, ex he thought he saw something at the bottom of the broken rose had been. It was the figure of a

ain image was himself, and he was dead. He ad it faded away. There was nothing left but rose-leaves and the torn flower on the broken

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e shadow was gone; he felt that it was gone for dead, and it would haunt him no longer. It had npire of evil-doing, and his evil-doing was at an ild "see his soul no more. The tears gushed d blinded him. They were the first he could reAlone between the two mirrors y, the chain that he had dragged so long fell m. He was a free man again.

he was a boy.

! your place is by her side. Don't sneak out of another to pay. Suffering is a grand thing. gle of the soul to cast off its sin. Accept it, go it, come out of it purged. Go back to the island. ot ended yet."


just going sending a lil yawl after you, Dempwere seeing you a bit overside the head yonder 'He's drifting home on the flowing tide,' says were. Must have been a middling stiff pull for e thinking you were lost one while there."

most lost, but I'm here again, thank God," said

cheerily, and went away with a light step. It night; the town was lit up, and the musicians nt were twanging their banjos and harps. Philip hysical regeneration, a renewal of youth, a new and hope. He was like a man coming out of Gehenna of delirious illness; he though he had light, so buoyant, so happy in his life before.

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of his fault would share his redemption also her!

He let himself into the house and shut the do hind him. The lights were still burning in the not very late. He mounted the stairs with a 1 swung into his room. The lamp was on the tabl the circle cast by its blue shade a letter was lyi it up with dismay. It was in Kate's handwriting

"Forgive me! I am going away. It is all have broken the heart of one man, and I am d soul of another. If I stay here any longer you v and lost. I am only a millstone about your nec feel it. And yet I have loved you so, and wis proud of you. Your heart is brave enough, th sunk it down so low. You will live to be stro and true, though that can never be while I am have been far below you from the first. All only been thinking how much I loved you, but y so many other things to consider. My life seems one long battle for love. I think it has been a too. Anyway, I am beaten, and oh! so tired.

"Do not follow me. I pray of you do not tr It is my last request. Think of me as on a long may be the Great God of heaven knows.

"I am taking the little cracked medallion fro of the oak box. It is the only picture I can fin remind me of some one else as well-my little K motherless baby.

"I have nothing to leave with you but this (2 of her hair). At first I thought of the weddinggave me when I came here, but it would not o besides, I could not part with it.

"Good-bye! I ought to have done this lo you will not hate me now? We could never gether again. Good-bye!"




ner had gone, the gorse had dried up, the herringended, and Pete had become poor. His Nickey ching, his last hundred pounds had been spent, tors in scores, quiet as mice until then, were bayn like bloodhounds. He sold his boat and satisdy, but fell, nevertheless, to the position of a credit and little consequence. On the lips of the escended from " Capt'n Pete" to Peter Bridget. uted the rich with "How do ?" they replied with of the chin, and "You've the odds of me, my To this he replied, with a roll of the head of laughter, "Have I now? But you'll die

Chapel had been three months rehearsing a chilEa entitled "Under the Palms," and building an m branches on a platform for Pete's rugged form but Cæsar sat there instead.

had his six thousand pounds in mortgage on Only three other persons knew anything of who had his own reasons for saying nothing; ian himself, who was hardly likely to tell; and liff, who was a bachelor and a miser, and kept all elations as sacred as are the secrets of another Eessional. When Pete's evil day came and the dno pity, Cæsar became afraid.

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Aw, the Lord's mercy endureth for ever."

Pete began to sell his furniture. He cleare lour as bare as a vault. "Time for it, too,” h been wanting the room for a workshop."

Martinmas came, and Cæsar returned in "No interest," he said. "Give him the mont hould hard till it's over. The Lord will pro written, 'In the world ye shall have tribulat are doing wonderful, though. Last night goin Ballajora, I saw the corpse-lights coming from to Kirk Christ's Churchyard, with the parso front of them. The ould man's dying-I've To thy name, O Lord, be all the glory."

Pete sold out a second room, and turned "Mortal cosy and small this big, ugly mans Nancy," he said.

The month's grace allowed by the deed of pired, and Cæsar came to Elm Cottage rubbin "Turn him out, neck and crop, sir. Not a per man, and six thousand goolden pounds paid seven months ago. But who's wondering at Ross back again, carrying half a ton of his fri island, and lashing out the silver like dust. I yours. And here's yourself, with the world da you terrible. But no fear of you now. The herit the earth. Aw, God is opening His w more, sir, more and more. There's that Black was talking big a piece back, but this morning fore the High Bailiff for charming and cheatin away for the Dempster. Lord keep him from t hell-fire! Oh, it's a refreshing saison. It was me by Providence when I tould you to put mortgage. What's the Scripture saying, 'For thee goold'? Turn him out, sir, turn him out.'

"Didn't you tell me that ould Ballawhaine stroke?" said Pete.

"I did; but he's a big man; let him pay his wa "Samson was a strong man. and Solomon v

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