speak of it. "Neither life nor ocean can be always calm," she said, "but
oh! I love that great water, for it brought you to me."

"I pray that it may never separate us," answered Ralph.

"Why do you say that, husband?" she asked. "Nothing can separate us now,
for even if you journey far away to seek your own people, as sometimes I
think you should, I shall accompany you. Nothing can separate us except
death, and death shall bind us more closely each to each for ever and
for ever."

"I do not know why I said it, Sweet," he answered uneasily, and just
then a little cloud floated over the face of the moon, darkening the
world, and a cold wind blew down the kloof, causing its trees to rustle
and chilling the pair, so that they clung closer to each other for
comfort.

The cloud and the wind passed away, leaving the night as beautiful as
before, and they sat on for a while to watch it, listening to the music
of the waterfall that splashed into the deep sea pool below, and to the
soft surge of the waves as they lapped gently against the narrow beach.

At length Ralph spoke in a low voice. "Sweet, it is time to sleep," he
said, and kissed her.

"It is time," she whispered back, "but, husband, first let us kneel
together here and pray to the Almighty to bless our married life and
make us happy."

"That is a good thought," he answered, for in those days young men who