“Peace I leave with you,—My peace I give unto you,—not as the world giveth, give I unto you!”
And kneeling still, he reverently kissed that dear, loyal, pure little hand,—once and twice for the sake of the slain “Boy” lying at rest in his South African grave,—once and yet again for his own deep love of the Angel gone back to her native home with God, and murmured,—
“Better so, Letty! Better so!”
THE END.
Hazell, Watson, & Viney, Ld., Printers, London and Aylesbury