Her kisses she knew to be a panacea for all ills John could be heir to, and she thought they would heal even the wound her father had given, and stop the frightful outpouring of John's life-blood.

The poor girl, oblivious of all save her wounded lover, murmured piteously:-- "John, John, speak to me; 'tis Dorothy." She placed her lips near his ear and whispered: "'Tis Dorothy, John.

Speak to her." But she received no response.

Then came a wild light to her eyes and she cried aloud: "John, 'tis Dorothy.

Open your eyes.