the benefit of this generation and succeeding ones."

Octavius Buzzby grasped his hand.

"Mr. Van Ostend, I wish old Judge Champney was living to hear this! He'd
approve, Mr. Van Ostend, he'd approve of it all--and Mr. Louis too."

"Thank you, Mr. Buzzby, for these words; they do me good. And now," he
said, turning to Father Honore, "I want very much to see Mr. Googe--now
that this business is settled. I have wanted to see him many times
during these last six years, but I felt--I feared he might consider my
visiting him an intrusion--"

"Not at all--not at all; this simply shows me that you don't as yet know
the real Mr. Googe. He will be glad to see you at any time."

"I think I'd like to see him in the shed."

"No reason in the world why you shouldn't; he is one of the most
accessible men at all times and seasons."

"Supposing, then, you ride up with me in the automobile?"

"Certainly I will; shall we go up this forenoon?"

"Yes, I should like to go now. Mr. Buzzby, I shall be back this
afternoon for a talk with you. I want to make some definite arrangement
for Ann and Hannah."

"I'll be here."

The two walked together to the driveway, and shortly the mellow note of
the great Panhard's horn sounded, as the automobile rounded the curve of
The Bow and sped away to the north shore highway and the sheds.

* * * * *

Late that afternoon Aileen, with her baby daughter, Aurora, in her arms,
was standing on the porch watching for her husband's return. The usual
hour for his home-coming had long passed. She began to fear that the
threatened trouble in the sheds, on account of the attempted
introduction of the automatic bush hammer, might have come to a crisis.
At last, however, she saw him leave the car and cross the bridge over
the Rothel. His step was quick and firm. She waved her hand to him; a
swing of his cap answered her. Then little Aurora's tiny fist was
manipulated by her mother to produce a baby form of welcome.

Champney sprang up the steps two at a time, and for a moment the little
wife and baby Aurora disappeared in his arms.

"Oh, Champney, I'm so thankful you've come! I knew just by the way you
came over the bridge that things were going better at the sheds. You are
so late I began to get worried. Come, supper's waiting."

"Wait a minute, Aileen--Mother--" he called through the hall, "come here
a minute, please."

Aurora Googe came quickly at that ever welcome c