"And it was the hard load she had to bear, and I would to God she were living now, that I might make up to her something of what she suffered for me." "And I am thankful to God," said his brother, bitterly, "that she is not here to see me now, for it would but add to the heavy burden I often laid upon her." "You will not be saying that," said Macdonald Bhain.

"But I am saying that the Lord will be honored in you yet." "Indeed, there is not much for me," said his brother, gloomily, "but the sick-bed and six feet or more of the damp earth." "Hugh, man," said his brother, hastily, "you must not be talking like that.

It is not the speech of a brave man.

It is the speech of a man that is beaten in his fight." "Beaten!" echoed his brother, with a kind of cry.

"You have said the word.