"Dead! dead! Oh, Philip! Oh, my father! my father!" And the poor girl threw herself, with passionate sobbings, among the cushions of the sofa. This was a revelation. Here, in Pauline Alexes, the girl he had fondly loved for nearly three years, Philip found the long-sought heiress of Kurston Chace!

Because he judged from experience, that at this hour lovely Pauline Alexes, governess to his sister's daughters, was at home and alone. He was not wrong; she came into the parlor by one door as he entered it by the other.

Of course, he had to bear many unkind suspicions even his friends believed him to have been cognizant all the time of the identity of Pauline Alexes with Athel Kurston and he was complimented on his cleverness in securing the property, with the daughter, instead of the widow, for an incumbrance. But those may laugh who win, and these things scarcely touched the happiness of Philip and Athel.