the officer commanding the regular troops in the island. She had been ill for a week before nearing Kingston, and when the Regent reached the harbour she

moved to the home of the general commanding at

sked, after he had seen the

his troops. There was no wife in the general's house, as he was a widower; and his daughters,

and her face had a look of ennui and despair. She was thin and worn, a

sident doctor. "Noreen Balfe," w

ugh you can see she comes o

rri

hich had a wedding-ring. "Ah, yes, cert

trying to live; she's got some mental trouble, I believe

ntal cure," said the ship's doctor. "Cur

c medical skill, and no West Indian doctor had knowledge enough to control a discussion of

was the reply. "I'm a ship's

atched a servant doing necessary work at the bedside. "She ha

of the house. "I've come to see the sick woman from the ship, if I may

nspicuous figure in the island, and her beauty was a fine support to h

fever is not infectious, I'm glad to say. So you need

d I will go to her now-no, if you don't mind, I'd prefer to g

id. "I think you ought to go in alone-quite alone," he said with gent

extreme depression of fever. "Prepare some lime-juice, please," she said to the servant

There shot into them a look of horror and relief in one, if such a thing might be.

ren't you?" she asked in

ly. "It's the same thing," came the respon

was this woman that kn

" she asked-"your r

scent of the flowers coming in at the window almost suffocated her. She seemed to lose a grip of herself

ife was your mother-you are like yo

and on herself. "Don't get excited," she urg

is dead a

emed to fight for mast

ll. It is all over. H

otest. "I came here to forget,

; you find his first wife, and y

aid the woman greatly troubl

s, and since then he has been a mutineer, a treasur

ed with a pitcher of lime-juice. Sheila took it from her and motioned he

red slowly into the patient's mouth the cooling dra

lhoun is her

high a place in the minds of all who

tter," said Noreen. "

" asked Sheila. "I rem

hen the deed was done? If so, why was she not called to give evidence at the trial. But yes, she was called to give

ie?" she aske

log." She made a motion as of striking, and sh

alhoun do this to an undefe

tified in her mind. Th

" gasped the woman. "I did not say that

but a great light breaking in her eyes. "Dyck Cal

hen-"I killed him," said the

him down! Yet you let an innocent man go to prison, and be kept there for years, and his father go to

were reasons why I should feel no pity for Dyck Calhoun. His father

d. He had not killed Erris Boyne. Besides, it wiped out forever the barrier between them. All her blind devotion to the man was now justified. His name and fame were clear. Her repugnance of the woman was as nothing b

softening feeling. Erris Boyne had been rightly killed by a woman he had wronged, for he was a traitor as well as an adulterer-one who could use no woman well, who broke

d. If the woman was dead, then there was no hope for Dyck Calhoun; any story that she- Sheila-might tell would be of no use. Yet she was no longer agitated in her body. Hands and fingers were steady, an

ickly, and snatched up a pencil from the table. Then, on a piece of p

oreen's eyes opened, a

words. Here they are

a book Noreen's fingers traced her name slowly but clearly. Then Sheila thrust the p

me, for my end has come," whisp

e gazed at her strangely, for there was that in her face he could not understand. There was in it all the faith of years, all

House. He obeyed. For some moments they walked in silen

just arrived in the island from England. She

e handed it to him. He read it with eyes and

!" he said in great emotion, ye

as his wife,"

e years of suffering rolled away. "They'll put her in ja

ly. Yet she was touched by his

hy

nd there is no time to lose. C

riumph came into Dyck's face