Of Tooney herself she could see nothing; but again the shrill scream came up from the river. Jenny ran on along the bank, calling, "Tooney! Tooney!" But no Tooney answered her, and the little white sun-bonnet went sailing down the stream till it was almost out of sight.

"Help! help! Tooney's drowning!" Jenny cried, wild with terror; when, to her joy, Bob Kipplety's voice answered, "No she ain't-don't you be skeared, Miss Jenny. I've got the wee one."

She looked to where the voice came from, and then she saw Bob's head appearing above the ladder, to which he was holding with one hand, while he kept Tooney above water with the other.

"Dont be skeared," he repeated, as Jenny came

near.

"I've got a good grip of the wee one, only the water's running so hard, I can't lift her out." “I'll lift her--oh, Mr. Kipplety, is she hurt?” exclaimed poor Jenny, when she saw how white her little sister's face was.

"She's not a hair the worse-only skeared, poor wee thing. Be canny now, and don't you fall in too," he added, as Jenny came running along the ladder.

But Jenny would not take time to go "cannily," or to crawl, as she had done in crossing the first time, and although she never looked where she was setting her feet, she seemed to step on the rounds by instinct, and reached Bob in safety.

It was rather difficult to keep her footing on the

ladder while she lifted Tooney upon it; but she managed it at last; and you may guess how thankful she was when she had her safe again in the meadow.

She was going to leave her lying on the bank, while she helped Bob out of the river, but he told her to run home with the child as fast as she could, and send one of the men to him. When Jenny hesitated about leaving him, he assured her that he would take no harm in the water, while Tooney would in her wet clothes, and that, besides, he could not get out without more assistance than Jenny could give him.

When Jenny heard that, she took Tooney in her arms, and ran as fast and as far as she could. She had to stop running when she came to the braes, and then she clambered up as well as she could, calling for help as she went.

Fortunately her father heard her, and came running to meet her.

"Oh, papa," Jenny panted, "Tooney fell in the river, but she is not much the worse, I hope; and Bob Kipplety fell in when getting her out, and he is there still, down by Groggan's meadow, holding on by the ladder!"

Mr. Hamlin only waited to assure himself that Tooney was recovering consciousness, and then hurried away to Bob's assistance, telling Jenny to send one of the men also as soon as she gave Tooney to her mother.

RS. HAMLIN was greatly frightened when she saw Jenny carry Tooney in all dripping with water; but Tooney was able to speak by this time, and assured her she was only a little bit wetted, and that it was not Sissy Jenny's fault, for she had told her not to go near the river, but that she wanted to reach the pretty flowers, and so had crept along the ladder as she had seen Jenny do. But when she got to the middle, she looked down and saw the water ever so deep, and the ladder like runned away from her, and she felt herself falling, and screamed like anything. After that she did not remember anything, but she supposed the Lord sent one of His angels to help her out, for Jenny was too far away to come.

"Bob Kipplety was the angel," Jenny told her mother, weeping now that the danger was over, as she helped her and Bridget to undress Tooney and wrap her in warm blankets.

She had sent Alick to help her father as soon as she came home; and leaving Tooney smiling in her blankets, and declaring that it was nice to feel drownded after it was over, Jenny ran again to the meadows.

She expected to have met the others coming back, and when she did not see them she concluded that Bob had felt weak after being so long in the water, and that they were helping him home. She thought how well it was that it was summer, and the river warm, so that the wetting would not do him much harm. If Jenny had known that the old man was so weak that the least exposure or exertion would be likely to exhaust his vital powers, she would have been more anxious; but she did not understand this, and so felt very little uneasiness, even when she saw a group gathered beside the river bank, and saw two men leave it and run through the fields towards the highway.

"They ought not to allow him to stay there so long; he will take cold standing talking in his wet clothes," she said to herself. But when she came nearer, she saw that Bob was not standing, but lying on the grass, while her father supported his head, and Alick and another man stood motionless beside him.

"It would never do to move him now, " she heard Alick say, as she came nearer still, and then she saw that Bob's face was of a strange, deathlike colour. Tooney had been pale enough, but this was something quite different, and although Jenny had never seen God's messenger before, she knew at once that this was Death. Yet she felt no fear; there was nothing to fear, for the old man looked more peaceful and happy than she had ever seen him. His eyes were open, and he knew her and smiled at her when she knelt down by his side.

"It's all true that you and Henry and Mr. Howard told me, Miss Jenny," he whispered; "I'm on the Rock at last. I saw it all as I held on to the ladder yonder. If I'd let go my grip, I'd have been carried away, for the water was too strong for me; but as long as I held on I was safe. It's the same with the Lord. I've got a grip at last, and, blessed be His holy name, He's got a tighter one of me, and that was His own promise you read to me the other day-They shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of My hand.'”

He lay, breathing very hard, for a little, and when he spoke again his mind was wandering slightly.

"There is the river," he said; "but I'm not afraid of it now, for He has been through it, and will carry me safe over to the green meadows I see yonder on the other side."