The Doctor waited three days and every hour was heaven to them both; they learned so much together. Our dear old seer died just the hour he said he would. Persus got his money, dagger and clothes. Then a little later he heard footsteps in the hall and at the same time felt himself sinking into a trance. He found the old fisherman by the seashore Persus went home with him. Many weary days he spent with the good old seaman recovering from the sickness of the dungeon. Then he went back to the noble Prince of Mandavee and proved his innocence. The good prince of Mandavee took his tribe up the hills of Araville. Persus recaptured his father’s rich mineral possession and gave the prince half of all he had. The Doctor became a famous author, and died a priest in the very temple where he was married. Many hundred years have passed and still his books are read all over the world. The story of Persus has taught the world that many innocent souls have been cast into prison for the sake of their money, then shamefully abused. It is a terrible, cowardly crime to abuse a person deprived of their liberty. If we wrong or abuse others, God will punish us severely later. How beautiful it is to treat humanity lovingly and tenderly at all times. Prince Cresto, with his wife and daughter, met the remainder of his own tribe that escaped from Lytton Springs. The Black King had killed most of Prince Cresto’s men. After experiencing great difficulties we managed to get to Mandavee, then hired a big ship and set out to sea. That night the ship sailed slowly—sailed away from all that was dear to them. They left sunny old India with broken hearts. Their lives would never be safe there after they discovered the gold mine. Big fish eat up the little ones on the hills of India; one king robs the other. There is no such thing as the equality of man there. After a long voyage they rested a few months at the Philippines. They formed classes and taught their religion. Most of the natives believed the same as they did. Later they bought the old ship from the cold-hearted Jew. One man owned as much of the boat as the other did; they were all one family and shared alike. Poor Princess Mara and Sita had charge of the casket, and all the valuable jewels, only half of the jewels had been sold. They left the Jew and his crew on the island and set sail again. The old ship seemed like home then for it was their very own. In a few weeks they came to a narrow neck of land,—that which joins the two Americas,—which was pierced by a narrow strait of water. The two massive rocks that towered above them on either side as they passed through made them feel how infinite God was and how finite man. Scarcely had they passed through safely when a sound deafened them; a noise like a peal of thunder rent the air. The ship trembled like an aspen leaf from prow to stern. They looked back. The mighty rocks had clashed together and filled the strait of water with rocks and gravel.