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During these joyful, hopeful expectations he alking up and down the roo with rapture, and Ethel closed theand joined hinified their joy, they wondered at it, they were sure no one before the to live here, Ethel; going to have our home here! Upon my honor, I cannot speak the joy I feel, but"--and he went i it-"'There is not a spot in this wide-peopled earth So dear to the heart as the Land of our Birth; 'Tis the home of our childhood, the beautiful spot Which Me of God ever hallow the sod, And its valleys and hills by our children be trod!

"'May Colu lift her white crest o'er the wave, The birthplace of science and the home of the brave In her cities hters in virtue and beauty excel May the blessing of God ever hallow the sod, And its valleys and hills by our children be trod'"

With the patrioticin his throat he turned to Ethel, and looked at her as a lover can, and she answered the look; and thus leaning toward each other in visible beauty and affection their new life began Between s, not of the past with all its love and loveliness, but of the high things calling to thereat ends both for public and private good And as they thus communed Tyrrel took his wife's hand and slowly turned on her finger the plain gold wedding ring behind its barrier of guarding gems

"Ethel," he said tenderly, "what enchantold! What romances I used to weave around it, and, dearest, it has turned every Romance into Reality"

"And, Tyrrel, it will also turn all our Realities into Ro in our life will ever beco"

"And we shall always love as we love now?"

"We shall love far better, far stronger, far more tenderly"

"Even to the end of our lives, Ethel?"

"Yes, to the very end"