the artistic, she soon had the place comfortable, and Rupert was never more satisfied than when he came in where his wife's adept fingers had been at work to adorn. It was the dear old home to him with an added beauty, lacking only his mother's presence to make it perfect. Then they sent for Signe's family. It was hard for the father to make ends meet in his native land, and Rupert needed just such help as Hr. Dahl could give. In due time they arrived, and were installed in a cottage near Rupert's farm. In peace and prosperity, the days, months, and years went by; and Rupert Ames became a light to the surrounding world, and a teacher of righteousness to his brethren. * * * * * It was the sixth year after Rupert's return that the citizens of the Bench decided to enlarge the reservoir in Dry Hollow. Rupert was given the work to supervise, and he entered upon the task with his usual energy. That morning in September, when he gave his wife the usual departing kiss, the children--four of them, were hanging about his legs and clinging to his coat in great glee. "Now papa must go," said he, as he tried to shake them off. "A kiss, another kiss," "A tiss, some more tisses," they shouted. So he lifted them up, one by one, and kissed them again. Then his arm went around his wife's neck, and he drew her face to his. "Goodbye, sweetheart," said he, "take care of the children, and don't forget me," and he tried to hum a song as he walked to the gate. Signe stood watching him. The tune which floated back to her was, "O, my Father." Then a peculiar feeling came over her, and she sat down crying, while the children climbed over her with questions and comforting words. * * * * * Terrible news from Dry Hollow! A blast, prematurely exploded, had seriously injured some of the workmen, and Rupert Ames had been killed--hurled down the ravine and nearly buried under falling rock. Break the news gently to his wife and children. Do not let them see that bruised, bleeding form. Spare them all you can. Yes; it was all done--all that lay in human power was done; and hundreds of people to whom Rupert Ames had opened up new light, and in the providence of God, had given them a tangible hope of the future, gathered around his body and mingled their tears with those of his