herself, that her first idea would have been to have run over to where Harry lay, to try and keep off all danger from him, for as long a time as she could, but she was so unhappy; she did not feel as if she cared what happened to her, and so tired, she could scarcely move or stand. The men soon caught sight of her, and began running to where she was, crying out something she did not understand. She supposed it was because they were eager to kill her, but she did not stir-only watched them as they came towards her. The foremost of them, who looked quite kind, called out to her, 'Mem sahib-no hurting you-no need running away; you sitting still.'

Then Mrs. Brisbane looked up and said, 'Who are you, and what do you want? Have you come to kill us?'

'No such ting, missy. Who you?' replied the man. 'I am an officer's widow, and shall be childless also soon,' said Mrs. Brisbane, as she pointed with her finger to where Harry lay. I have lost my husband and my baby, and this one is dying.'

'Your sahib, mem, wearing baba tied round with red sash, was he?' asked the man.

'Yes, yes,' cried Mrs. Brisbane, eagerly starting up in spite of her weakness; 'have you seen him? have you seen my husband and my baby?'

'Surely, mem,' replied the man; officer sahib all alive-baba all alive. We coming searching you.' Then Mrs. Brisbane burst into tears, fell down on her knees, and clasped her hands in thankfulness to God for such good news. He had sent His angel to her in the desert; not an angel with white wings, but an angel all the same, in the person of that kind man.

'Where is my husband?' she asked. 'Why did he not come with you?'

'Sick,' answered the native, with a nod. 'We taking mem sahib to him.'

Mrs. Brisbane was all anxiety to go to her husband now. The men had brought some food and water with them, and when Harry had had a good drink, he opened his eyes, and then mamma found that the deep sleep he had lain so still in some hours, had done him great good, and he was no longer light-headed, for the fever was gone. She clasped him in her arms, and kissed him; and they both felt very grateful for their present joy.

Some of the men were on horseback, and one of them put his beast into the shafts of the buggy, by means of the bits of harness still there. Then Mrs. Brisbane and Harry got into it, whilst the man led the horse on by the bridle in the direction the Pegu had taken Mr. Brisbane and baby. Mamma and Harry sat

side by side, quite content to go on slowly, since they knew that every step brought them nearer to the dear ones they had lost. Mrs. Brisbane did not ask the men any questions about how they had met with her husband and Cyril, or how it happened they had come to look for them. The grief and anxiety, the fatigue and want she had undergone the last few days, had left their effects upon her, and she could not exert herself to speak just then. She was too much overcome with the new feeling of happiness and safety; so, with Harry pressed close to her, she slept long and soundly.

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HEN the pony, frightened by the stone thrown at him by the priest, dashed off,

he went back some little way towards Delhi, but not very far. It was because he turned down a steep hill that Mrs. Brisbane so soon lost sight of him and her husband. It was only fear that gave the poor animal strength to run any more, as he had come many miles that morning, and was already tired. The blow from the stone was a hard one; and besides this, Mr. Brisbane, having just come off parade when he started, was still in uniform, of which a sword forms part. This, from the fast pace at which the Pegu was going, knocked against his side, and gave him such blows as to make him think they were intended to urge him to go faster. His rider had no means of trying to stop