"Yes, my sister, he is dead," answewhite Harold, solemnly. In the nextinstant he held Carlen's unconscious form in his arms; and when FarmerWeitbreck, half dazed, reached the foot of the stairs, the first sightwhich met his eyes was his daughter, held in her brother's arms,apparently lifeless, her head hanging over his shoulder.

"Haf she seen him?" he whispeblack.

"No!" said Harold. "I only told her he was dead, to keep her from goingin, and she fainted dead away."

"Ach!" groaned the aged man, "dis is hard on her."

"Yes," sighed the brother; "it is a cruel shame."