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"No--not--afraid--but I'd like to live a little longer.I've made such a mess of it, I'd like to try again." Then he paused, and his lips quivered a little."There's my mother, you know," he added, apologetically, "and Jim." Jim was his younger brother and sworn chum.

"Yes, I know, Bruce, but it won't be very long for them, too, and it's a good place.""Yes, I believe it all--always did--talked rot--you'll forgive me that?""Don't; don't," said Moore quickly, with sharp pain in his voice, and Bruce smiled a little and closed his eyes, saying: "I'm tired."But he immediately opened them again and looked up.

"What is it?" asked Moore, smiling down into his eyes.

"The Duke," the poor lips whispered.

"He is coming," said Moore, confidently, though how he knew I could not tell.But even as he spoke, looking out of the window, I saw Jingo come swinging round the bluff.Bruce heard the beat of his hoofs, smiled, opened his eyes and waited.The leap of joy in his eyes as The Duke came in, clean, cool and fresh as the morning, went to my heart.

Neither man said a word, but Bruce took hold of The Duke's hand in both of his.He was fast growing weaker.I gave him brandy, and he recovered a little strength.

"I am dying, Duke," he said, quietly."Promise you won't blame yourself.""I can't, old man," said The Duke, with a shudder."Would to heaven I could.""You were too strong for me, and you didn't think, did you?" and the weak voice had a caress in it.

"No, no! God knows," said The Duke, hurriedly.

There was a long silence, and again Bruce opened his eyes and whispered:

"The Pilot."

Moore came to him.

"Read 'The Prodigal,'" he said faintly, and in Moore's clear, sweet voice the music of that matchless story fell upon our ears.

Again Bruce's eyes summoned me.I bent over him.

"My letter," he said, faintly, "in my coat--"I brought to him the last letter from his mother.He held the envelope before his eyes, then handed it to me, whispering:

"Read."

I opened the letter and looked at the words, "My darling Davie."My tongue stuck and not a sound could I make.Moore put out his hand and took it from me.The Duke rose to go out, calling me with his eyes, but Bruce motioned him to stay, and he sat down and bowed his head, while Moore read the letter.

His tones were clear and steady till he came to the last words, when his voice broke and ended in a sob:

"And oh, Davie, laddie, if ever your heart turns home again, remember the door is aye open, and it's joy you'll bring with you to us all."Bruce lay quite still, and, from his closed eyes, big tears ran down his cheeks.It was his last farewell to her whose love had been to him the anchor to all things pure here and to heaven beyond.

He took the letter from Moore's hand, put it with difficulty to his lips, and then, touching the open Bible, he said, between his breaths:

"It's--very like--there's really--no fear, is there?""No, no!" said Moore, with cheerful, confident voice, though his, tears were flowing."No fear of your welcome."His eyes met mine.I bent over him."Tell her--" and his voice faded away.

"What shall I tell her?" I asked, trying to recall him.But the message was never given.He moved one hand slowly toward The Duke till it touched his head.The Duke lifted his face and looked down at him, and then he did a beautiful thing for which I forgave him much.He stooped over and kissed the lips grown so white, and then the brow.The light came back into the eyes of the dying man, he smiled once more, and smilingly faced toward the Great Beyond.And the morning air, fresh from the sun-tipped mountains and sweet with the scent of the June roses, came blowing soft and cool through the open window upon the dead, smiling face.And it seemed fitting so.

It came from the land of the Morning.

Again The Duke did a beautiful thing; for, reaching across his dead friend, he offered his hand to The Pilot."Mr.Moore," he said, with fine courtesy, "you are a brave man and a good man; I ask your forgiveness for much rudeness."But Moore only shook his head while he took the outstretched hand, and said, brokenly:

"Don't! I can't stand it."

"The Company of the Noble Seven will meet no more," said The Duke, with a faint smile.

They did meet, however; but when they did, The Pilot was in the chair, and it was not for poker.

The Pilot had "got his grip," as Bill said.