The tamarack walk was undisturbed in the lonely April nights--at least by all save Doctor Frank, who sometimes chose to haunt the place, but who never saw anything for his pains.
May came--with it came Mr.Stanford, looking sunburned, and fresh, and handsomer than ever.

As on the evening of his departure from the Hall, so on the eve of his departure from Ottawa, he had written to that confidential friend: "Dear Lauderdale .-- The month of probation has expired.

To-morrow I return to Danton Hall.

Whatever happens, I have done my best.
If fate is arbitrary, am I to blame?
Look for me in June, and be ready to pay your respects to Mrs.Stanford.".