My Lord The King;

fluent language , or listen to beautiful music , jnycycsfiU with tearsquite involuntarily . I ¦ mi sure I don't know why ; I cannot help it . " I hope you had pleasant dreams . " "Do youl Thanks . I had one very

nice one , but the other was horrid . " " What were they about , if I may take the liberty of asking V " Well , the first was about a tournament , Md " and the young lady suddenly stopped shortremembering that her listener

, was the hero of that dream . " Well ; and were the knights all gorgeous and brave V " Oh , I shan ' t tell you anything about that one , " Marian says , saaeily , vritti h « . v clear , low , ringing laugh , like rippling

water . "Why not ?" " Oh , never mind ; and I can't tell you about the other either , for it was all so dreadful and vague , and indistinct ; " and she put her pretty hands up to her face as if to hide some frightful vision .

Then they talked of their trip , and Harry learned that they intended stopping in Antwerp only for a day or two , and then going on to Brussels , thence to Cologne , and so up the Rhine . Having gone that way into Switzerland

from Mannheim , a year or two since , with some young Oxford students , he was well able to suggest objects of interest which Marian would deli ght to see , and so they conversed very happily until they at length found they , were rapidly approaching the land , Another hour , and they were making their way into the mouth of the Scheldt , aid Mr . Mauleverer called to Marian to

come up on to the bridge to watch a shoal pf porpoises playing close to the shore—an mteresting sight for a landsman . Harry gallantl y escorted her up the steep steps , aud there they stand holding on to the "ght hand-rail which spans the bridge , and noting with pleasure and interest the

lowing land covered with woods , the picturesque churches and villages which they P ) and the great dykes which line the * ° res and save Holland from destruction , j ^ wy have just stopped te take on board " Dutch pilot , who is to take them into Antwerp , and Marian is standing close to 1 , 6 extreme end of the bridge to get the "l'st glimpse of Antwerp Cathedral—the

tower and gilded clock being visible many miles away . The word is given to " Go ahead ! " and the sudden movement of the vessel precipitates Marian into the water . "Ease her ! " " stop her ! " shouts the

Captain as a wild cry rises from the startled passengers . " Man overboard ! " roars one of the crew , divining the cause , but not the sex of the poor victim . In a minute the vessel is stopped , a life-buoy and line are thrown overboardand the pilot-boat is

, hastily let off from the stern of the vessel to pick up the drowning maiden . Hastily divesting himself of his coat , waistcoat and hat , and coolly handing his w & teh to the pale and bewildered father , Harrywithout a moment ' s hesitationdives

, , into the water and swims eagerly towards Marian . But the play of the steamer ' s screw in the water had separated the boat from her by the waves it made , and poor Marian had sunk twice before our hero

could come up to the spot where she had been vainly struggling but a minute or two since . A moment more and he caught her , and then the boat got to them , and he placed her in . All was still now ; no more struggling ; it seemed to be all over . And as Harry takes her up tenderly in

his arms , climbs up the ladder into the ship , and pauses not a moment till he had laid her upon the couch in the ladies' cabin , he curses the . clay that brought such sorrow upon them all . " Quick ! where is the stewardess 1 Where is Johnson—he knows how to deal

with these cases ?" " Why the d 1 doesn't some one come 1 " shouts the Captain , hastily following down stairs to render what assistance he can . There she lies , as if she were only asleep , but a slight foam is oozing from the mouthand a piece of dank seaweed is

en-, twined in her hair . The stewardess , under the direction of Mr . Johnson , hastily undresses her , after closing the door and opening the little window wide to let in every breeze . They get hot water and flannelsapply the strongest remedies for

, full an hour , and yet no sign . Meanwhile the vessel is steaming slowly up to Antwerp ; Marian's father is sobbing like a child , and Harry is trying to comfort him with tears in his own eyes .