pay his debts. For what you
have done I can only ask God to bless you, ma'am, and as to thanking you
I can't even----"

"Then pray don't try," said the widow. "Now run away, Admiral, and make
your peace with Mrs. Denver. I am sure if I were she it would be a long
time before I should forgive you. As for me, I am going to America when
Charles goes. You'll take me so far, won't you, Ida? There is a college
being built in Denver which is to equip the woman of the future for the
struggle of life, and especially for her battle against man. Some months
ago the committee offered me a responsible situation upon the staff, and
I have decided now to accept it, for Charles's marriage removes the
last tie which binds me to England. You will write to me sometimes,
my friends, and you will address your letters to Professor Westmacott,
Emancipation College, Denver. From there I shall watch how the glorious
struggle goes in conservative old England, and if I am needed you will
find me here again fighting in the forefront of the fray. Good-bye--but
not you, girls; I have still a word I wish to say to you.

"Give me your hand, Ida, and yours, Clara," said she when they were
alone. "Oh, you naughty little pusses, aren't you ashamed to look me in
the face? Did you think--did you really think that I was so very blind,
and could not see your little plot? You did it very well, I must say
that, and really I think that I like you better as you are. But you had
all your pains for nothing, you little conspirators, for I give you my
word that I had quite made up my mind not to have him."

And so within a few weeks our little ladies from their observatory saw
a mighty bustle in the Wilderness, when two-horse carriages came, and
coachmen with favors, to bear away the twos who were destined to come
back one. And they themselves in their crackling silk dresses went
across, as invited, to the big double wedding breakfast which was held
in the house of Doctor Walker. Then there was health-drinking, and
laughter, and changing of dresses, and rice-throwing when the carriages
drove up again, and two more couples started on that journey which ends
only with life itself.

Charles Westmacott is now a flourishing ranchman in the western part
of Texas, where he and his sweet little wife are the two most popular
persons in all that county. Of their aunt they see little, but from time
to time they see notices in the papers that there is a focus of light
in D