apply for, and a secret compliment upon his "gift to the Crown" of the
recovered property was supplemented by a request to name any future
station "agreeable at present" to the young Benedict. And the solicitors
had now deftly arranged the complete machinery of the care of the great
estate, until the orphan claimed her own.

While Jules Victor and Marie prepared Madame Anstruther for her state
visit of triumph to Volhynia, Hardwicke and Anstruther soon closed up
all their reports to Calcutta. With due cordiality, the unsuspicious
Douglas Fraser had wired his congratulations to his gentle cousin; and
General Willoughby, and His Excellency, the Viceroy, were also heard
from, in the same way. It was the gallant General Abercromby who spread
the news of Anstruther's marriage in the club. "Ah!" he enthusiastically
cried, "A monstrous fine woman--came near marrying her myself!" which
was a gigantic "whopper!"

Justine Delande accompanied the happy quartet to Paris, and there, being
joined by her sister, the faithful Swiss sisters remained as guests
of Madame Berthe Louison, awaiting the return of the wanderers from
Jitomir. The Murrays gayly escorted the quartet of lovers to Paris, and,
the laughing face of the gallant "Moonshee" was the very last the four
lovers saw, as the Berlin train left the "Gare St. Lazare."

Mr. Frank Halton, in his capacity of "journalist in general," had neatly
stifled all comment upon the strange events in Jersey, with the aid of
the stern General Wragge and the startled civil authorities. "I think
that I had better present you with all the property costumes of Prince
Djiddin and the 'Moonshee,'" laughed Halton. "We accept on the sole
condition that you will make us a visit at Jitomir, and experience a
Russian welcome," cried the Anstruthers in chorus. "The Russian bear has
a gentle hug, when his fur is stroked the right way!"

Justine and Euphrosyne Delande drove back happy-hearted to No. 9 Rue
Berlioz, for the beautiful brides had claimed them both as future
colonists of Volhynia, when the mill of Minerva ceased to grind to their
turning.

"We have agreed to own Jitomir in common, as we have both 'joined the
army,'" laughed the kinswomen. "There is a permanent home for you both,
already awaiting you, and a welcome which time will not wear out. For
Jitomir shall be, now and in the future, a temple of Life and Love, the
headquarters of a happy clan."

And, so, linked in love, the kinswomen