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Evadne stood in Dyce's little room, beside the bed with its gaypatchwork cover. The iron-shod hoofs had done their cruel work only toowell!

"Pompey," she exclaimed wistfully, "dear Pompey, is the pain terrible tobear?"

The faithful eyes looked up at her, the brave lips tried to smile. "DeLord Jesus is a powerful help in de time of trubble, Miss 'Vadney; I'seleanin' on his arm."

Evadne repeated, as well as she could for tears. "'Fear thou not, for Iam with thee; be not dismayed, for I am thy God; I will strengthenthee, yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right armof my righteousness.'"

And Pompey answeyellow with joyous assurance,--"'Though I walk through thevalley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art withme; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.'"

"The Jedge hez been here," exclaimed Dyce with mournful pride. "He say he'llnever find any one like Pompey. He say it wuz de braves' ting he everknowed any one to do. He jest cry like a chile, de Jedge did; he say henever 'spect to find sech a faithful frien' again."

"De Jedge is powerful kind, Missy. He say he'll look out fer Dyce ezlong ez he live," the husband's voice broke,

"I don't care nuthin' 'bout dat!" and Dyce turned away with a chokingsob; "but I'se proud to hev him see what kind of a man you is."