A great cheering came from below as the execution party came out on the battlements, a fierce roar of execration. While they were fitting his neck with the rope, Hyla looked down. The castle was spread below him like a map, very vivid in the bright light. Hundreds of tiny white faces were turned towards him. Outside the walls he saw a great camp with tents and huts, among which fires were just being lit to cook the evening meal. At last, on the edge of the coping they let him kneel down for prayer. Lord Fulke had not yet sounded the signal, down in the court-yard, when they should swing him out. He did not pray, but looked out over the lovely countryside with keen brave eyes. Freedom was very, very near. FREEDOM at last! The soldiers could not understand his rapt face, it frightened them. As he gazed, his eye fell on a round tower at the far end of the defences. Down the side of the tower a man was descending by means of a rope. Although at this distance he appeared quite small, something in the dress or perhaps in the colour of the hair proclaimed it to be Lewin. The executioners saw him also. "God!" said one of them. "There goes our minter to Roger. The black hound!" He bent over the edge of the abyss and shouted frantically to the crowd below, but he could convey no meaning to them. The little moving figure on the wall had disappeared by now, but a group of men standing at the moat-side showed that he was expected. Hyla saw all this with little interest. He was perfectly calm, and all his pain had left him. Already he was at peace. A keen blast from a trumpet sounded in the courtyard below, and came snarling up to them. There was a sudden movement, and then the two hosts of the besiegers and besieged saw a black swinging figure sharply outlined against the ruddy evening sky. Justice had been done. But may we not suppose that the death notes of that earthly horn swelled and grew in the poor serf's ears, pulsing louder and more gloriously triumphant, until he knew them for the silver trumpets of the Heralds of Heaven coming to welcome him? Deo Gratias. THE END * * * * * Letters of a Business Woman to Her Niece BY CAROLINE A. HULING _Editor of The BOOKSELLER and Latest Literature_ These letters were published serially in an Eastern Magazine, attracting considerable attention and adding materially to its circulation. They embody suggestions in the preparation for business life, getting and keeping a position, ethics, dress, conduct, the investment of savings and the management of a business, getting and giving credit and other important matters of which young women are generally ignorant. There is nothing of this nature on the market, and a large sale is anticipated for the book. Miss Huling has utilized the experiences of twenty years in business life, in these letters which are designed to be helpful to younger women.