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 "Give me your hand," said the dying man to Horatio, "and yours, Ouida."

Across the death bed he joined their hands.

"This is my revenge," said Paul. "I love you both. Be happy, for my sake. I forgive you. Death, thou hast no sting for me; no terror hath the yawning grave. I die in peace!"

And as he breathed his last, a seraphic smile lighted his whole countenance. The preacher's eyes were raised to God, his soul was wrapped in prayer, while Ouida sank to the floor, her head bowed in utmost reverence.