e must remember her not as the
woman who had crushed his spirit, but as she who had helped him, who had
lifted him up to something better and finer. He would make sacrifice in
her name; it would be in her name that he would rise to high places and
accomplish much good.

She would not know this, but he would know.

He rose and brushed the papers away from him with an impatient sweep of
the hand.

"I shall follow out the plan of which I spoke at dinner," he answered.
"I shall resign here, and return home and enter Parliament."

Mr. Collier laughed admiringly. "I love the way you English take your
share of public life," he said, "the way you spend yourselves for your
country, and give your brains, your lives, everything you have--all for
the empire."

Through the open window Sir Charles saw Miss Cameron half hidden by the
vines of the veranda. The moonlight falling about her transformed her
into a figure which was ideal, mysterious, and elusive, like a woman in
a dream. He shook his head wearily.

"For the empire?" he asked.

THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER

A SKETCH CONTAINING THREE POINTS OF VIEW

What the Poet Laureate wrote.

"There are girls in the Gold Reef City
There are mothers and children too!
And they cry 'Hurry up for pity!'
So what can a brave man do?

"I suppose we were wrong, were mad men,
Still I think at the Judgment Day,
When God sifts the good from the bad men,
There'll be something more to say."

What more the Lord Chief Justice found to say.

"In this case we know the immediate consequence of your crime. It has
been the loss of human life, it has been the disturbance of public
peace, it has been the creation of a certain sense of distrust of public
professions and of public faith.... The sentence of this Court therefore
is that, as to you, Leander Starr Jameson, you be confined for a period
of fifteen months without hard labor; that you, Sir John Willoughby,
have ten months' imprisonment; and that you, etc., etc."

London Times, July 29th.

What the Hon. "Reggie" Blake thought about it.

"H. M. HOLLOWAY PRISON,

"July 28th.

"I am going to keep a diary while I am in prison, that is, if they will
let me. I never kept one before because I hadn't the time; when I was
home on leave there was too much going on to bother about it, and when
I was up country I always came back after a day's riding so tired that I
was too sleepy to write