----"Never, dear Madge, never! it is yours—all yours!"
She looks up in your face; she sees your look of triumph; she catches sight of Frank bursting in at the old hall-door all radiant with joy.
----"Frank!—Clarence!"—the tears forbid any more.
"God bless you, Madge! God bless you!"
And thus in peace and in joy Manhood passes on into the third season of our life—even as golden Autumn sinks slowly into the tomb of Winter.