clothes,
watching and praying as, I think, I never prayed before. This I knew
well--that our Suzanne, our only child, the light and joy of our home,
was in danger so great that the Lord alone could save her. The country
where we lived was lonely, savages still roamed about it who hated the
white man, and might steal or kill her; also it was full of leopards,
hyenas, and other beasts of prey which would devour her. Worst of all,
the tides on the coast were swift and treacherous, and it well might
happen that if she was wandering among the great rocks the sea would
come in and drown her. Indeed, again and again it seemed to me that I
could hear her death-cry in the sob of the wind.

At length the dawn broke, and with it came Jan. One glance at his face
was enough for me. "She is not dead?" I gasped.

"I know not," he answered, "we have found nothing of her. Give me brandy
and another horse, for the sun rises, and I return to the search. The
tide is down, perhaps we shall discover her among the rocks," and he
groaned and entered the house with me.

"Kneel down and let us pray, husband," I said, and we knelt down weeping
and praying aloud to our God who, seated in the Heavens, yet sees and
knows the needs and griefs of His servants upon the earth; prayed that
He would pity our agony and give us back our only child. Nor, blessed
be his name, did we pray vainly, for presently, while we still knelt,
we heard the voice of that girl who had lost Suzanne, and who all night
long had lain sobbing in the garden grounds, calling to us in wild
accents to come forth and see. Then we rushed out, hope burning up
suddenly in our hearts like a fire in dry grass.

In front of the house and not more than thirty paces from it, was the
crest of a little wave of land upon which at this moment the rays of the
rising sun struck brightly. There, yes, there, full in the glow of them,
stood the child Suzanne, wet, disarrayed, her hair hanging about her
face, but unharmed and smiling, and leaning on her shoulder another
child, a white boy, somewhat taller and older than herself. With a cry
of joy we rushed towards her, and reaching her the first, for my feet
were the swiftest, I snatched her to my breast and kissed her, whereon
the boy fell down, for it seemed that his foot was hurt and he could not
stand alone.

"In the name of Heaven, what is the meaning of this?" gasped Jan.

"What should it mean," answered the little maid proudly, "save tha