He walked away down the road, shaken by a dumb fury.

He had been tricked! Who had tricked him?
Then he heard a miserable sob and turned.

Great God! Was any thing on earth so dear as that little woman standing there?
She was crying! Had he struck her?
He was a brute.

What had he done?
He ran to her, and taking her outstretched hands, kissed them passionately.
"They are mine--mine!" he whispered, and knew nothing beyond.
They walked together like two happy children down the shady lane toward the golden sunset.

The money was forgotten..