heavily, called to him to halt.     

       “In the fashion of my country,” he began grandiloquently, “we have come this far to wish you God speed upon your journey.” In the fashion of the American he seized Chesterton by the hand. “I thank you, senor,” he murmured.     

       “Not me,” returned Chesterton. “But the one who made me ‘pack’ that medicine chest. Thank her, for to-night I think it saved a life.”      

       The Spaniard regarded him curiously, fixing him with his eyes as though deep in consideration. At last he smiled gravely.     

       “You are right,” he said. “Let us both remember her in our prayers.”      

       As Chesterton rode away the words remained gratefully in his memory and filled him with pleasant thoughts. “The world,” he mused, “is full of just such kind and gentle souls.”      

       After an interminable delay he reached Newport, and they escaped from the others, and Miss Armitage and he ran down the lawn to the rocks, and stood with the waves whispering at their feet.     

       It was the moment for which each had so often longed, with which both had so often tortured themselves by living in imagination, that now, that it was theirs, they were fearful it might not be true.     

       Finally, he said: “And the charm never failed! Indeed, it was wonderful! It stood by me so obviously. For instance, the night before San Juan, in the mill at El Poso, I slept on the same poncho with another correspondent. I woke up with a raging appetite for bacon and coffee, and he woke up out of his mind, and with a temperature of one hundred and four. And again, I was standing by Capron’s gun at El Caney, when a shell took the three men who served it, and only scared ME. And there was another time—” He stopped. “Anyway,” he laughed, “here I am.”      

       “But there was one night, one awful night,” began the girl. She trembled, and he made this an added excuse for drawing her closer to him. “When I felt you were in great peril, that you would surely die. And all through the night I knelt by the window and looked toward Cuba and prayed, and prayed to God to let you live.”      

       Chesterton bent his head and kissed the tips of her 

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