ts, close to
which she wears always a small locket containing likenesses of her
father and mother, together with a miniature of Ivan--her father's
preserver--with a tiny lock added from the brave dog's curly black coat.

Some ultra-sanctimonious persons may feel inclined to cavil with this
association on Elsie's part of "immortal beings," as they would style
her parents, and the recollection she cherishes of a "dead brute,"
because, forsooth, they hold that her four-footed favourite had no soul;
but were these gentry to broach the subject before her, being a somewhat
outspoken young lady from her foreign bringing up, which puts her beyond
the pale of boarding-school punctiliousness, she would probably urge
that she estimated poor Ivan's sagacious instinct combined with his
courage and noble self-sacrifice, at a far higher level than the paltry
apology for a soul that passes current for the genuine article with
matter-of-fact religionists of the stamp of her questioner.

But Elsie was "little Elsie" still, at the time of which I am speaking,
and too young, perhaps, for such thoughts to occur to her mind, which at
the moment was too full of her loss.

The cheering that had followed the last tussle of our men with the black
mutineers had now ceased, and all these things happening, you must
understand, much more rapidly than I can talk or attempt to chronicle
them, the skipper, with Mr Fosset and Garry O'Neil, came hurriedly up
on the poop.

Both expressed their unbounded delight at seeing the child was safe and
in the care of her father.

Sure, an' what's the little colleen cryin' for? eagerly inquired Garry,
his smoke-begrimed face, which bore ample evidence of the desperate
struggle in which he had been so gallantly engaged, wearing a look of
deep commiseration as he gazed from her father to me, and then again at
her. "Faith, I hope she's not been hurt or frightened?"

"No, thank God!" replied the colonel huskily. "Grieving for her poor
dog Ivan, who--"

"Och yes, I saw the noble baste," interrupted Garry in his quick,
enthusiastic way. "Begorrah, colonel, he fought betther than any two-
legged Christian amongst us, an' I can't say more than that for him,
sure, paice to his name!"

Before he could say anything further, and you know he was a rare one to
talk when once he commenced, the skipper advanced again, holding out his
hand to the colonel exclaiming-- "Yes, thank God you are all right and
that your litt