Where shall I find somebody who can give me a place ?" I saw my way to saying the right word at the right moment.
"I have got a place to offer you," I replied.
She suspected nothing, so far.
"That's lucky, sir," was all she said.

"Is it in a telegraph-office or in a dry-goods store ?" I astonished my little American friend by taking her then and there in my arms, and giving her my first kiss.
"The office is by my fireside," I said; "the salary is anything in reason you like to ask me for; and the place, Naomi, if you have no objection to it, is the place of my wife." I have no more to say, except that years have passed since I spoke those words and that I am as fond of Naomi as ever.
Some months after our marriage, Mrs.Lefrank wrote to a friend at Narrabee for news of what was going on at the farm.

The answer informed us that Ambrose and Silas had emigrated to New Zealand, and that Miss Meadowcroft was alone at Morwick Farm.

John Jago had refused to marry her.

John Jago had disappeared again, nobody knew where.
NOTE IN CONCLUSION .-- The first idea of this little story was suggested to the author by a printed account of a trial which actually took place, early in the present century, in the United States.