Had Clayton missed the snares of the deadly thug who coveted the money which was so criminally exposed, for the golden bribe of the Worthington fortune, Ferris would have sacrificed the only man who stood between him and the millionaire's favor, between him and, perhaps, this orphaned girl's hand.
"And, as sure as the sinner errs, so sure is that old proverb, 'THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH!' "I will simply forward any further Amoy enclosures to Miss Worthington for her own action.

The drama is done, the curtain has fallen, and the lights are turned out forever!" Mr.and Mrs.John Witherspoon were enjoying the delights of a Continental run a year later, when that bright-eyed young matron, Madame Francine, read to her delighted husband the account given by Miss Worthington of the opening of the "Free Hospital and Orphans' Home," to which the young heiress had dedicated the estate of the unfortunate Ferris, as well as a large sum set aside by herself.
The Witherspoons were in the far niente, floating on the Grand Canal in beautiful Venice, while the young beauty selected Alice's letter from a sheaf handed to them by the porter of the Hotel Danieli, who pursued them in a gondola.
The married lovers were now on their way to the Nile and the eternal glow of its cloudless skies.
Witherspoon listened with a mock gravity, until he suddenly interrupted, "What does she say of Atwater ?" "Nothing," answered the merry matron.

"It's all about the grand opening of the Home." "Then, IT'S ALL RIGHT!" calmly answered Jack, lighting a cigar and leaning back under the parti-colored awning.

"When a woman says nothing about a man, it's surely all right.

I can wait, wait patiently, till her philanthropic fever abates.