sation continued until the physician, mindful of his patient's physical welfare, signed to Estelle to leave me—which she did, pressing on my pallid forehead a soft, tender kiss that meant hope and love, confidence and reassurance.
A soothing draught composed me to dreamless sleep, and when again I woke it was to see the love-light in my dear one's eyes, patiently watching my restful slumber and awaiting my return to consciousness.
Her gentle ministrations, as much as the doctor's skill, restored health and strength to my enfeebled mind and body. We tacitly avoided the subject of my so-suddenly blasted ambitions, and talked of love and happy life together, in a pleasant uneventful future. such as had often engrossed our conversation before my eyes had seen from afar that promised land which I was never to enter.
With returning vigor, I renewed my former plans for my future and Estelle's; but as my steps increased in firmness, my thoughts still reverted to Brathwaite's wonderful prophetic manuscript, some of the details of which I set about to make realities of the present, rather than of a generation hence. The hope of real-
