Ellerby village sank back into quietude. Still the moonlight whisky is made up in the mountains, and still the revenue detectives are shot. The United States troops go up every summer, and—come back again! The wild, beautiful region is not yet conquered.
Wainwright reëntered society; society received him with gladness. A fresh supply of mothers smiled upon him, a fresh supply of daughters filed past him. He made his little compact remarks as before, and appeared unaltered; but he let the lime-light play about him rather more continuously now, and took fewer journeys. He will never swerve from Adelaide again. As they grow older, the chances are that some day he will say to her, "Why should we not be married, Adelaide?"
And she will answer, "Why not, indeed?"
This woman loved him; the other would never have given him more than gratitude. What would you have?
THE END.
BY Mrs. W. K. CLIFFORD
MRS. KEITH'S CRIME. A Novel. New Edition. With a Frontispiece from a Drawing by the Hon. J. Collier. Post 8vo, Cloth, $1 00.
An exceedingly graphic and readable story.—Rochester Herald.