banks of the swirling Arrow. “If I did not see the heather once a-year at the least, I think I should die,” said Sir Walter Scott; and Evelyn felt a like sentiment with regard to her old home and its surroundings. On this particular afternoon the girl’s spirits were higher than usual, and she ran with Floss amongst the bracken and under the ancient thorns with as light a step as the springing deer around her. She held her straw hat in her hand, and her wondrous hair streamed out on the wind behind her like a golden cloud. “Now, Floss,” cried the girl, “I am tired, and must sit down, and you must let no one come to disturb me; and you must be a good dog, and sit quietly beside me, and not hunt the good Queen’s deer.” So saying, Evelyn made her way through a mass of tall ferns, with the intention of throwing herself at length upon the soft and mossy turf; and then, on a sudden, a sight met her eyes which literally transfixed her to the ground, and caused her to gasp for breath. There, in the midst of a ring of lofty brakes, on the green grass, with his forage cap fallen off, and his beautiful bare head pillowed on a tiny knoll of moss, lay a young soldier asleep--and he the Image, the express and living Image of Evelyn’s long-lost, much-loved brother Wilfred. As the girl gazed, spellbound, and motionless as a statue of Parian marble, and almost as white, a sweet smile broke over and irradiated the lovely features of the young man as he stirred in his sleep. Floss evidently saw the same apparition which fixed the gaze of his young mistress, and he uttered a low, distrustful whine; but in a moment this was changed into a joyful bark, and, bounding forwards, the faithful dog threw himself upon the prostrate figure with every sign and demonstration of joy and affection. The young soldier awoke, and the first object which met his astonished eyes was the motionless figure of the girl, with her eyes fixed upon him with affrighted gaze. “Evelyn!” he cried, springing to his feet; and the voice was the voice of her long-drowned brother. “Wilfred!” she gasped; and then, all doubt vanishing, the brother and sister--for the lost one was indeed found--fell into each other’s arms. An hour passed, and the two, long parted, but joined at length in God’s good time, still sat side by side, basking in the sunshine of each other’s love.