valleys and hills by our children be trod.'"

With the patriotic music warbling in his throat he turned to Ethel,
and looked at her as a lover can, and she answered the look; and thus
leaning toward each other in visible beauty and affection their new life
began. Between smiles and kisses they sat speaking, not of the past with
all its love and loveliness, but of the high things calling to them
from the future, the work and duties of life set to great ends both
for public and private good. And as they thus communed Tyrrel took his
wife's hand and slowly turned on her finger the plain gold wedding ring
behind its barrier of guarding gems.

"Ethel," he said tenderly, "what enchantments are in this ring of gold!
What romances I used to weave around it, and, dearest, it has turned
every Romance into Reality."

"And, Tyrrel, it will also turn all our Realities into Romances. Nothing
in our life will ever become common. Love will glorify everything."

"And we shall always love as we love now?"

"We shall love far better, far stronger, far more tenderly."

"Even to the end of our lives, Ethel?"

"Yes, to the very end."

CHAPTER XIII

A PAUSE of blissful silence followed this assurance. It was broken by
a little exclamation from Ethel. "Oh, dear," she said, "how selfishly
thoughtless my happiness makes me! I have forgotten to tell you,
until this moment, that I have a letter from Dora. It was sent to
grandmother's care, and I got it this afternoon; also one from Lucy
Rawdon. The two together bring Dora's affairs, I should say, to a
pleasanter termination than we could have hoped for."

"Where is the Enchantress?"

"In Paris at present."

"I expected that answer."

"But listen, she is living the quietest of lives; the most devoted
daughter cannot excel her."

"Is she her own authority for that astonishing statement? Do you believe
it?"

"Yes, under the circumstances. Mr. Denning went to Paris for a critical
and painful operation, and Dora is giving all her love and time
toward making his convalescence as pleasant as it can be. In fact, her
description of their life in the pretty chateau they have rented outside
of Paris is quite idyllic. When her father is able to travel they are
going to Algiers for the winter, and will return to New York about next
May. Dora says she never intends to leave America again."

"Where is her husband? Keeping watch on the French chateau?"

"That is over. Mr. Denning per