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their lives in the hand of Him who is the giver of life. 

 And then — when Breeta fell lifeless on the threshold 

 of her home — young Yaspard's ship was dashed to 

 pieces within a stone's throw of the spot where the 

 girl lay. 



There was a terrible struggle for life among the 

 breakers, each man for himself. Some the sea carried 

 into its depths ; some had the breath beaten out of 

 them in an instant ; a few gained the land unharmed, 

 and foremost among that fortunate few was Yaspard. 

 Tossed on some sand by a huge billow, he rose and 

 fought his way to firm ground like a young sea-god. 

 Flinging the rude surf from his brown locks, he 

 planted his feet beyond the tide-mark, and won his 

 life from the ocean's clutches. 



Then instinctively he turned to the light which he 

 knew, and, bounding up the little brae, almost stumbled 

 over the prostrate figure of his darling. 



" God, what is the matter ? Is she dead ? " he cried, 

 and lifting Breeta in his arms carried her into the 

 cottage, calling at the same time upon James, who 

 Yaspard never doubted must be not far off. Only a 

 child's frightened cry responded to the young man's 

 impatient shout ; but that sound did what neither the 

 voice of love nor of hate could do. It thrilled through 

 Breeta's ears, and woke her to partial consciousness. 

 Opening her eyes to look for the child, she saw her 

 former lover bending over her ! 



" Another Finis ! " she screamed in terror. 



" No, no," Yaspard exclaimed. " I am alive, never 



