It was the best beloved voice of her childhood, and with it came the sweet memories of her brother and playmate.

With a cry of joy she fell on her knees beside him and threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh, Isaac, brother, brother!" she cried, as she kissed him again and again.

"Can it really be you?
Oh, it is too good to be true! Thank God! I have prayed and prayed that you would be restored to us." Then she began to cry and laugh at the same time in that strange way in which a woman relieves a heart too full of joy.

"Yes, Betty.

It is all that is left of me," he said, running his hand caressingly over the dark head that lay on his breast.
"Betty, you must not excite him," said Colonel Zane.
"So you have not forgotten me ?" whispered Isaac.
"No, indeed, Isaac.