Yes, I mean Amy, my grand-daughter. Is she dead also? Walter Wallace believes that she lives, and that we shall see her, said Cora. At the sound of this name the Admiral fairly raved, and bringing his cane down on the table exclaimed: Curse Walter Wallace! Don’t mention his name again in my house! I was inquiring about my grand-daughter, Amy. What do you know about her. Nothing, father, but what Walter Wallace has—— Stop! cried the Admiral, raising his cane as if to strike Cora. I forbid the mention of that name in my house! But father, it is only through him that we can learn of Amy. Father, request him to come here and tell us what he knows about her. Request—ah—Do you think that I can make my voice heard across the Atlantic in one breath? and that he could step from there here the next? Father, said Cora, he is already here. It was he that plunged into the river and saved the life of Lord Wallace. He saved the life of Lord Wallace—ah—curse him! Curse the day he was born! The old man fell back heavily in his chair, his cane dropped to the floor, and his right hand sought the region of his heart. A return of his old complaint! exclaimed Cora excitedly. Admiral Powers is carried to his room, and the family physician is soon at his side. He seemed unconscious, yet intelligence beamed in his countenance. His eyes opened and gazed at the different objects in the room. His lips moved as if trying to talk. Raise me up, he said. He was raised up. Then by a mighty effort he clasped his hands, closed his eyes and said: Let me pray. That was a mental prayer, not heard on earth, but answered in heaven. For nearly an hour he lay in the same attitude, his lips faintly moving. Thus did Admiral Powers manfully fight his last battle. This battle was between himself, his nature, and his God. Doctor, said the Lieutenant, we await your directions. The doctor replied: I have no medicine that will cure this disorder. I can only direct that you prepare for the change that must soon take place. Your father has but a few days—perhaps hours to live. If he has any requests or bequests to make, now is his time to make them. Satisfaction smiled in his countenance. Intelligence beamed in his eyes. He spoke: