May you be to him that best of treasures, a prayerful, pious daughter, is the sincere wish of "Your father's friend, "BLAIR ROBERTSON." Blair folded his letter, and then addressing a few lines to his mother, he inclosed the two in a single envelope, and sought out Derry for further directions.

Derry was pacing up and down the deck, making the boards ring with his heavy tread.
"Shall I read you what I have written ?" said Blair, laying his hand on Derry's shoulder.
Derry started as if in a dream; but recollecting himself, he said quickly, "Yes, yes.

Here, here in the moonlight.

No one will listen here." The light of the full moon fell on the open letter, and Blair read it without difficulty.
"That's it, that's it.

Every word of it true," said Derry in a voice trembling with feeling.