104 THE HALL OF SHELLS. 
“A physician was summoned and _ restora- 
tives applied, but Emilie, as her good old 
friend called her, was past the help of man. 
She revived somewhat, but knew none and was 
unconscious of the presence of any about her, 
but with waverig breath talked to one we 
could not see. 
“Are the boats in?’ she whispered, her 
rugged native speech sweet with solicitude. 
‘It has been long waiting—so long!’ Then 
wearily she seemed to sleep. 
“ Again she whispered, ‘The fog—the fog 
—Heaven help the—boats—if they be—coming 
in!’ Then after a pause, ‘ J/utter—list for the 
—signals of—Der Leitstern. 'The roarmg—of 
the sea—is—in—mzy ears. It is—very cold’ 
A shudder passed over her frame; it would 
have been taken for a paroxysm of pain but 
that she was past pain’s cruel power. When 
she spoke again it was hurriedly, as with joy, 
but with great weakness. ‘ God be praised !’ she 
said ; ‘ Der Leitstern—is coming—through—the 
fog! It shines—A/utter—like a—star. Hein- 
rich !—God be praised !—Heinrich—beckons— | 
at the prow! See—d/utter—how grand—and 
fair—he looks! Heimrich—calls—us! Haste, 
Mutter—I—will—help—thee. The—boat—is 
—here. Heinrich—I—come! God—be 




