“Come one week from to-day and I will tell you 266 the whole story. I can’t to-day,” she said, looking at Crisp.
Scott returned to his office, where he found a letter from Paul. He read the contents with seeming satisfaction.
“Bless the boy,” he said, “he is true to the last. I wish every heart in the world was as honest as that of my boy Paul. He is coming back. How I shall enjoy his presence once more. He must have changed by this time. But he is Paul still and always will be; nothing can change him. If he ever comes back, I shall never let him go again,” and this he wrote to Paul, “that he never need think of leaving him again; that his salary should be raised to any sum which he might name.”
When Scott reached his home he found Guy and June in the family parlor, engaged in a very earnest conversation.
“You are just the one to settle this argument of ours,” Guy said.
“What is it?” Scott asked.
“It is in regard to having a home of our own. Please tell us what you think of it,” said Guy.
“If you leave it to me,” said Scott, “it will take very little time to come to a conclusion. Certainly it is your right to act your own pleasure in the matter, and perhaps every person enjoys himself best in his own home, but unless you really object, it is my desire that you and June remain with us for the present, at least, for I do not see how we can live without her.”
Guy would not be selfish enough, he said, to take her 267 away, and so it was decided that June should still remain at home.
Spring came and brought the wedding, which was an elaborate affair, because June’s friends, both real and pretended, were numerous, and it was quite natural that Mr. Horton, of the publishing house of Horton & Co., should be married in grand style. The wedding gifts were costly and numerous, and among them all the one that June prized most was a beautifully bound book of poems by “Auralia,” and on the fly-leaf was written, in a bold, beautiful hand, the words, “From Paul.” There were no elaborate wishes for her of a cloudless life in the uncertain future, but June knew that Paul wished in his heart it might be so.