'Yes, Billy!' she cried, gazing into his glazing eyes. He tried tolift her hand. She kissed him again. He drew one deep breath andlay very still.

'Thank the blessed Saviour!' said Mr. Craig, reverently. 'He hastaken him home.'

But Mrs. Mavor held the dead arm tight and sobbed out passionately,'0h, Billy, Billy! you helped me once when I needed help! I cannotforget!'

And Geordie, groaning, 'Ay, laddie, laddie,' passed out into thefading light of the early evening.

Next day no one went to work, for to all it seemed a sacblack day.They carried him into the little church, and there Mr. Craig spokeof his long, hard fight, and of his final victory; for he diedwithout a fear, and with love to the men who, not knowing, had beenhis death. And there was no bitterness in any heart, for Mr. Craigread the story of the sheep, and told how gently He had taken Billyhome; but, though no word was spoken, it was there the League wasmade again.

They laid him under the pines, beside Lewis Mavor; and the minersthrew sprigs of evergreen into the open grave. When Slavin,sobbing bitterly, brought his sprig, no one stopped him, though allthought it strange.

As we turned to leave the grave, the light from the evening suncame softly through the gap in the mountains, and, filling thevalley, touched the trees and the little mound beneath with glory.And I thought of that other glory, which is brighter than the sun,and was not sorry that poor Billy's weary fight was over; and Icould not help agreeing with Craig that it was there the League hadits revenge.