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145 . THE INDIAN ADVOCATE
A lovely medal of the Blessed Virgin! And, if I wear it, and say the words it has upon it, Holy Mary will save me .in every danger. I wish you had one as well!" George, however, had no faith in the medal, and was half amused at the fervor and conviction of his little friend. Rose rather resented the smile, which she felt implied doubt, and perhaps a gentle derision. "Well!" she continued, "I can show you in a newspaper a picture of a horrid black man killing an officer an officer like you, you know! And if only the officer had worn the me dal and called on Holy Mary, she would have saved him! Now, if we get you one from Father Pau!, will your wear it?" "Protestants don't wear medals, Rosy; and besides 1 don't suppose that Father Paul would throw one away on me." "Take mine, then. I can get another." "No," he said, laughing, "you don't give away what ' you have promised to keep." Rose sighed, for this argument seemed unanswerable and settled the matter. Shortly afterwards, George left to join his regiment, and remained abroad for six or seven years. He then married a good and charming English lady, sold his commission and settled in Australia. One day, when the morning's mail came in, as he and his wife were at breakfast in their pleasant Queensland home, George exclaimed, looking through the letters: "Here is a sign of life once more from my old friend Rosy. The child must be fourteen or fifteen by this time How time flies!" he moralized, as he opened and begun to read her des patch. Presently he laughed. '.'Do you remember, Mary, of my telling you about some miraculous medal a priest had given Rosy, and how she would have hung it round my neck, as a preservative in all dangers, present or to come? And now here she is, still harp ing on the same string!" After reading the letter to the end, he added more gravely.