(Pete brings banjo; takes stage, C., and sings something pathetic.)
Roger. Those songs brought the tears to our eyes when we thought of you all at home.
Dor. But no more tears now. No more trouble: only sunshine. Just think of it, Roger. Pinky is to be married, you his best man, and I maid of honor.
Roger. I like that. Why not reverse things?
Dor. Oh, no; my last chance for that dignity. Wouldn't miss it for worlds. Besides, I promised for us both; didn't I, Pinky?
Potts. Indeed you did. No backsliding, old man.
Roger. As this little maid has signed the compact, I will help her keep it. (Arm about Dor.)
Ruth. Is your heart lighter, Gordon?
Col. Yes, Ruth; and already the color is coming to your cheeks. That, with Roger's forgiveness, makes me happy again. Ah! we all have suffered much, and have gained the happiness which I trust the future will bring. (Music.) Ruth, the household enemy is routed at last. There are bright days before us, but ever and anon will cross our paths memories of these dark days: the treachery of a friend; the bravery of our brother (takes Roger's hand), who could forget and forgive, and, at the risk of his own life, come to your husband's rescue “After Taps.” (Tableau.)
CURTAIN.