cided upon that. I must
see his mother and Miss Lowther again; then I think I shall return
to these Western shores once again, and make my home upon Canadian
soil."

"Tell me more about Mrs. Wolfe and Miss Lowther," said Corinne,
with keen interest in her eyes and voice.

So Julian told her much of the events of those months which he
spent in England by the side of Wolfe, and at last he drew forth
the double miniature containing the likeness of the two who loved
the hero so well, and gave it to Corinne to look at.

The tears came into her eyes as she gazed at the two faces. He saw
the sparkle on her long lashes as she returned him the case, and he
loved her for them.

"It is a beautiful face; both are beautiful faces," she said. "How
sad for them--how very sad--that he should return to them no more!
Do you think Miss Lowther will ever love again? Or will she go
mourning all the days of her life for him whom she has lost?"

Julian shook his head doubtfully.

"I cannot tell; yet time is a great healer, and Wolfe himself sent
her a message bidding her not mourn too long and deeply for him.
She is still young, and the time they spent together was not very
long. I trust and hope that comfort will come to her when her grief
has abated and the wound has healed. Life would become too
sorrowful a thing if death were able to make such lasting havoc of
its hopes and happiness."

Corinne drew a long sigh. She had seen much of death and disaster
those last months of her young life. It would indeed be too cruel
if the hand of time held no healing balm in its clasp.

The next days were full of interest for Corinne. Julian took her
and Colin under his special protection and care. Fritz was kept to
the house and its vicinity by his lameness, which the march into
the city had rather increased; and Humphrey was busy in a thousand
ways. But Julian, though he had sundry duties to perform, had
plenty of leisure on his hands, too; and he gave up a great portion
of this leisure to taking Corinne and her brother a regular tour of
the various ships, and of the camps where the English had settled
themselves whilst attacking Quebec--showing them exactly how the
Heights of Abraham had been scaled, how the plain had been reached
and the battle set in array there; and the spot where Wolfe had
fallen, and that where he had died.

The bright-faced girl, with her French name and English sympathies,
was feted and welcomed everywhere. Brigadi