CHAPTER XVII.
The Final Reckoning.
About four o'clock we reached the ferry, just behind a fagged-out team and a light buggy that had in it two figures--one of whom, at least, looked familiar to me.
"Frosty, by all that's holy!" I exclaimed when we came close enough to recognize a man.

"I clean forgot, but I was sent to Kenmore this morning to find that very fellow." "Don't you know the other ?" Beryl laughed teasingly.

"I was at their wedding this morning, and wished them God-speed.

I never dreamed I should be God-speeded myself, directly! I drove Edith, over to Kenmore quite early in the car, and--" "Edith!" "Certainly, Edith.

Whom else?
Did you think she would be left behind, pining at your infidelity?
Didn't you know they are old, old sweethearts who had quarreled and parted quite like a story?
She used to read your letters so eagerly to see if you made any remark about him; you did, quite often, you know.