resting place; and then he looked for Jerrie, and felt an indefinable
thrill when he saw her on her father's arm, and began to realize that
she was Jerrie Tracy. But all that was over now; he had talked with her
face to face, and had found her the Jerrie he had always known, and he
was going to see her in her own home, at Tracy Park--the daughter of the
house, the heiress of Arthur Tracy, and of more than two millions, it
was said--for, despite Frank's extravagance, all of which Arthur had met
without a protest, his money had accumulated rapidly, so that he was a
much richer man now, than when he first came home from Europe.

Harold found the family at dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Tracy and Tom in the
dining-room, and Arthur and Jerrie in the Gretchen room, to which he was
taken at once.

'Come in--come in, my boy. You are just in time for dessert,' Arthur
said, rising with alacrity and going forward to meet him; while Jerrie,
too, arose and took his hand, and made him sit by her, and questioned
him on his journey, and helped him to the fairest peach and the finest
bunch of grapes, and, without seeming to do so, examined him from head
to foot, and thought how handsome and grand he was, and felt sure that
her father thought so too.

With a part of the first money Billy had paid him, or rather had told
him to draw in Tacoma, Harold had bought himself the clothes which he
needed sadly; and though it was only a business suit, and had travelled
thousands of miles, it fitted him well, and it was not at all a shabby
Harold sitting at Arthur's table, but a young man of whom anyone might
have been proud. And Jerrie was proud of him and of her father, too, as
they talked together; and Harold showed no sign of any inequality, even
if he felt it, which he did not.

'A fine young man, with the best of manners, and carries himself as he
were the lord high chancellor,' Arthur said, when, after dinner, Harold
left there to pay his respects to the other inmates of the family, whom
he found just leaving the dining-room.

Dolly bowed to him coldly at first, and was about to pass on, when, with
a burst of tears, she offered him her hand, and sobbed:

'Oh, Harold, why didn't you come before? Maude wanted to see you so
badly.'

This was a great deal for Dolly, and Tom stared at her in amazement,
while Harold explained that he had come as soon as he possibly could,
and tried to say something of Maude, but could not, for the tears which
choked