Come, please, and walk to the gate with me." A full moon shone serenely down on hill and dale, flooding the valley with its pure white light and bathing the pastures in its glory; at the foot of the bluff the waves of the river gleamed like myriads of stars all twinkling and dancing on a bed of snowy clouds.
Thus illumined the river wound down the valley, its brilliance growing fainter and fainter until at last, resembling the shimmering of a silver thread which joined the earth to heaven, it disappeared in the horizon.
"I must say goodbye," said Alfred, as they reached the gate.
"Friends must part.

I am sorry you must go, Mr.Clarke, and I trust you may return safe.

It seems only yesterday that you saved my brother's life, and I was so grateful and happy.

Now he is gone." "You should not think about it so much nor brood over it," answered the young man.

"Grieving will not bring him back nor do you any good.