cried, grasping her hands, "why--why have you come
here?"

She turned her face away, and spoke slowly, her voice trembling
with emotion.

"To give my body to be burned," said she.

I turned, lifting my arm to smite the man who had brought me there;
but lo! some stronger hand had struck him, some wonder-working
power of a kind that removes mountains. Lord Ronley was wiping his
eyes.

"I cannot do this thing," said he, in a broken voice. "I cannot do
this thing. Take her and go."

D'ri had turned away to hide his feelings.

"Take them to your boat," said his Lordship.

"Wait a minute," said D'ri, fixing his lantern. "Judas Priest! I
ain't got no stren'th. I 'm all tore t' shoe-strings."

I took her arm, and we followed D'ri to the landing. Lord Ronley
coming with us.

"Good-by," said he, leaning to push us off. "I am a better man for
knowing you. Dear girl, you have put all the evil out of me."

He held a moment to the boat, taking my hand as I came by him.

"Bell," said he, "henceforward may there be peace between you and
me."

"And between your country and mine," I answered.

And, thank God! the war was soon over, and ever since there has
been peace between the two great peoples. I rejoice that even we
old men have washed our hearts of bitterness, and that the young
have now more sense of brotherhood.

Above all price are the words of a wise man, but silence, that is
the great counsellor. In silence wisdom enters the heart and
understanding puts forth her voice. In the hush of that night ride
I grew to manhood; I put away childish things. I saw, or thought I
saw, the two great powers of good and evil. One was love, with the
power of God in it to lift up, to ennoble; the other, love's
counterfeit, a cunning device of the devil, with all his power to
wreck and destroy, deceiving him that has taken it until he finds
at last he has neither gold nor silver, but only base metal hanging
as a millstone to his neck.

At dawn we got ashore on Battle Point. We waited there, Louise and
I, while D'ri went away to bring horses. The sun rose clear and
warm; it was like a summer morning, but stiller, for the woods had
lost their songful tenantry. We took the forest road, walking
slowly. Some bugler near us had begun to play the song of
Yankee-land. Its phrases travelled like waves in the sea, some
high-crested, moving with a mighty rush, filling the valleys,
mounting the hills, tossing their sp