Hers was the name last on his lips. But Miriam did not think of that. She knelt by his death-bed and prayed.
CHAPTER XIV.
A QUEER STORY QUEERLY TOLD.
"Gentleman below named Farren to see you, sir!"
Never in his life, it is safe to say, was Major Dundas more surprised than when his orderly thus announced the presence in Brampton barracks of the person last credited with the despatch from this world of the late Mr. Barton.
"Farren?" he repeated. "Sure? What's he like?"
"He wears a long cloak and a soft felt 'at, sir."
"Show him up, then—and look here, keep your eye on him!"
"Yes, sir."