Then he thought of the richness of his own life--Colin and Hope, and the already beloved child Alexander--of his happy home, of the prosperity of his enterprises, of his loyal and loving friend Tallisker.

What a contrast to the Life he had been told to remember! that pathetic Life that had not where to lay its head, that mysterious agony in Gethsemane, that sublime death on Calvary, and he cried out, "O Christ! O Saviour of my soul! all that I have is too little!" When Tallisker came in the evening, Hope noticed a strange solemnity about the man.

He, too, had been in the presence of God all day.

He had been praying for his friend.

But as soon as he saw Crawford he knew how the struggle had ended.