art of Fate," the judge said earnestly, "as we all
are! Don't you see?"

"We'd better begin with Cousin Stan first," the mason shouted. "I'd like
to be his fate, you bet!"

"What would you do with the Honorable Stanley Clark?" the judge asked.

"Boot him clear out of the State of California--show him up for what he
is--a mean little cuss of a grafter; no friend of labor or anything else
but his own pocket."

"Good! But it will take money to do that these days, a good deal of
money! You will have to pay for publicity and court expenses and all the
rest of it."

"Hoorah! I'd like to soak him one with his share of Clark's Field!"

"Providence blesses as well as curses," warned the old judge. "And it's
chief work, I take it, is educational--to develop all that is possible
from within. Remember that, sir, when you are 'soaking' Cousin Stan."

"The educational can wait until we've done some correctin'!"

They all laughed. And presently they parted. As they stood in the little
front room waiting for Adelle's car to fetch her, the judge remarked
with a certain solemnity,--

"Now at last I believe the fate of Clark's Field is settled. In that
good old legal term, the title to the Field, so long restless and
unsettled, at last is 'quieted,' I think for good and all, humanly
speaking!"

"I think so," Adelle assented, with the same dreamy look in her gray
eyes that had moved the judge to take her hand that morning. "At least I
see quite clearly what I must do with my share of it."

"Come and see me again before you go away, as often as you can, both of
you!" the judge said as they left. "Remember that I am an old man, and
my best amusement is watching Providence working out its ways with us
all. And you two are part of Providence:--come and tell me what you
find!"

"We will!" they said.

After the door had swung to behind his visitors, the judge stood
thoughtfully beside the window watching the cousins depart. As the young
mason hopped into the car in response to Adelle's invitation, and
clumsily swung the door after him with a bang, the judge smiled
tenderly, murmuring to himself,--

"It's all education, and they'll educate each other!"

L

And here we must abandon Adelle Clark and Clark's Field, not that
another volume might not be written concerning her further adventures
with the old Field. But that would be an altogether different story. She
went back to see Judge Orcutt, not only at this time, but