"Last March. Your father was kilted in January." "And Kattie is still with her?" "Still with her, and going to make as fine a dancer as she is pretty a girl. You did well for her when you placed her in the Beteta's hands, my boy." "Poor little Kattie!" said Jim. "I'm glad she came to me that night." And here this chronicle may end. The more one ponders this strange and complex coil of life, with its broken hopes and unexplained mysteries, its short-cut strands and long-spun ropes, the more one draws to simple hope and trust in the Higher Powers. The knots and tangles twisted by man's ill doing defy at times all human efforts at their straightening. In face of such, the utmost that a man may do is to bear himself bravely, to do his duty to God and his neighbour, and leave the issue in the hands of a higher understanding than his own. PRINTED BY HAZELL, WATSON AND VINEY, LD., LONDON AND AYLESBURY. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Coil of Carne, by John Oxenham