ar has kept his promise.

When he closed the hotel Leary took Perky to his home further up the
lake, and as Mrs. Leary was perfectly capable of managing the
confectionery alone, the two old friends purchased a garage, where in
the abundant leisure of the long northern winters they discuss the
exploits of their lawless days and read the newspaper reports of the
performances of their successors in the predatory arts, deploring, of
course, the ineptitude of the new generation. The underground trail
ceased to exist with the passing of the Governor, and as you tour the
Green Mountain State you may pause at Bill Walker's farm and enjoy a
glass of buttermilk on his veranda without fear of a raid by the
constabulary.

Eliphalet Congdon is at peace with all the world, and wherever a chess
tournament is forward he may be observed, sometimes an interested
spectator, but not infrequently a participant and a shrewd and dangerous
adversary.

Sally Walker deserves and shall receive a final word. When Mrs. Graybill
left Huddleston, happy and wholly at ease as to her brother's future,
she took Sally with her, with every intention of adopting the girl and
carrying her abroad for a protracted stay. As Pete Barney was killed
late in the summer while attempting to escape from the Ohio
penitentiary, Sally was quite free to enter upon a new life, and from
all accounts she is realizing fully the expectations of her
benefactress.

In the loveliest of Colorado's valleys you may, if you exercise your
eyes intelligently, note three houses in the Spanish style, with roads
that link them together as though publishing the fact that the owners of
the surrounding ranches are bound by the closest and dearest ties. As an
adjunct of his residence Putney Congdon maintains a machine shop where
he finds ample time for experiment. The Archibald Bennetts are learning
all there is to know about fruit culture; and they are so happy that
they are in danger of forgetting the existence of cities. Farthest of
the three homes from the railroad, and where the hills begin, Philip and
Ruth Van Doren chose their abode. And you may see them any day that you
care to penetrate to their broad pastures, riding together, viewing with
contemplative eyes the distant peaks or the cattle that are the
Governor's delight, a link, he says, between the present and the olden
times when the world was young. And often at night, when they are not
with the Congdons or the Bennetts, th