The young lawyer leaned close to her.
“I promised I would, didn’t I?” said he.
Two weeks later on a gloriously sunshiny morning, within the dim interior of “the little church around the corner” before the minister stood a pair of lovers, old in years but possessing the priceless gift of hearts that will always be young.
The slender, blue-veined hand of the little Old Maid of the Mountains trembled in the grip of James Barton but her voice was sweet and resolute as she answered clearly, “I do.”
Back in the pew where four Outdoor Girls and four stalwart lads were gathered, there sounded a muffled little sob. It was Amy who was crying and Will quite openly and shamelessly held her hand.
Then gently, as though unconsciously, Allen’s arm stole about the Little Captain, drawing her close to him. And because of the warmth about her heart—perhaps because of other reasons too, who knows?—Betty did not draw away.
THE END
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