his whole soul was wrapped up--and
join lustily in the psalms.

The dinner-bell rang unheeded--somehow not one of the three could leave
him.

"How lovely!" he said at last, opening and fixing his eyes on Eva. "I
think God sent you to me."

"Ay, laddie," said the old Scotchman, taking the wasted hand in his,
"but it seems to me you know the One who 'sticketh closer than a
brother'? I see the 'peace of God' in your face."

"Ah, you are from my part of the country," said the lad joyfully, trying
to raise himself, but sinking back exhausted. "I know it in your voice,
it's just music to me. How good God has been to me!"

They were all too much touched by his words to answer him, and Eva could
only bend over him and smooth his brow.

"Now mother will have some one to tell her about me," he added, turning
to Mrs. Cameron, and grasping her hand. Then, as strength came back in
some measure to the wasted frame, he went on in broken sentences to tell
how he had been clerk in a big mercantile house in Hobart, how he had
been invalided and lying in the hospital there for weeks. "But I have
saved money," he added joyfully, "she need not feel herself a burden on
my sister any more; my sister is married to a poor Scotch minister, and
she lives with them, or was to, till I came home. Now that will never
be. Oh, if I could just have seen her!"

"But you will see her again, laddie," said the old man. "Remember our
own dear poet Bonar's words:

"Where the child shall find his mother,
Where the mother finds the child,
Where dear families shall gather
That were scattered o'er the wild;
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blest."

"Thank you," said the dying lad. "I think I could sleep." His eyes were
closing, when a harsh loud voice with a foreign accent was heard near.

[Sidenote: "I say I will!"]

"I say I will, and who shall hinder me?"

"Hush, there is a dying man here!" It was the doctor who spoke. A
sick-looking, but violent man, who had been reclining in a deck chair
not far off, was having a tussle with a doctor, and another man who
seemed his valet.

"Indeed you should come down, sir," the man was saying, "there is quite
a dew falling."

"You want to make out that I am dying, I suppose, but I have plenty of
strength, I can tell you, and will be ordered by no one!"

"Well, then, you will hasten your end, I tell you so plai