And immediately afterwards the barrel of a gun was thrust forth and a shot fired at the enthusiast.

But though Solomon Eagle never altered his position, he was wholly uninjured--the ball striking a bystander, who fell to the ground mortally wounded.
"You have shot your own son, Mr.Westwood," cried one of the spectators, rushing up to the fallen man.

"Who will henceforth doubt that Solomon Eagle is under the care of a special providence ?" "Not I," replied another spectator.

"I shall never disregard his words in future." Setting down his brazier, the enthusiast bent over the dead man--for dead he was--and noted the placid smile upon his features.

By this time the unfortunate father had joined the group, and, on seeing the body of his son, wrung his hands in a pitiable manner, and gave utterance to the wildest expression of despair.