"We will lead the noble life together, please God, to the end!" "Hand in hand, and heart to heart," whispered the loving woman, whose happy eyes saw no cloud of the past now lowering upon her.
And, even in the flush of the new-born joy she was true to her solemn vow.
"No shame rests upon my father's name," she murmured, that night, in her prayers.

"The works that men do live after them, and in his name I will build up a monument of good works over the tomb where the secret of his life's temptation lies buried with him." The gleaming stars shone down tenderly upon the happy lover speeding homeward, for the bells of joy were ringing in his awakened heart.
"I must try and get these glad tidings to our wanderers abroad," mused Atwater.
And this, stripped of some merely personal happenings, with a gracious confirmation by Alice, was the budget of good news which greeted the Witherspoons on their arrival at Calcutta.
"Jack!" joyously cried Madame Francine, "I have only been waiting for this official confirmation for some months.

Alice writes me to hasten back so as to be the star guest of the coming wedding." "I have had a firm faith also," drily rejoined her husband, "that in due time Alice's field of philanthropy would enlarge itself to include our friend.

And so, it's all well that ends well! Here's for home, then, when you will!" [THE END.].