The Cure of Santa Cruz presented an unexceptionable appearance in his ecclesiastical robes. There, too, was the man who claimed to be the rightful King of Spain, surrounded by men who represented some of the noblest families of the nation--an illustrious company, the like of which none of the principals in this ceremony had ever dreamed of as likely to be present at his wedding. The bridegrooms came, looking, it must be confessed, slightly seedy. Then came the brides, resplendent in their best attire, procured from the luggage which had been brought here at the time of their capture by O'Toole. There were no bride'smaids. But Mrs. Russell was present, leaning on the arm of her beloved husband, all in tears. And why? Was it from regrets for the lost crown of Spain? or was it merely from the tender sentiment which is usually called forth on such an occasion? or was it from the thought of that one whose fortunes she had followed for many eventful hours with a view to such a conclusion as this? No matter. Reader, let us draw a veil over the emotions of this afflicted lady. The marriages went on. The knots were all tied. Then came the wedding breakfast. Don Carlos was in his best mood. He jested, he laughed, he paid innumerable compliments to the ladies, and finally gave the whole party an invitation to visit him on some future day at his royal court in Madrid. Which invitation, it may be stated parenthetically, has not yet been accepted. After this little speech Don Carlos handed over to Harry the Spanish bonds. "I understand," said he, "that your lady will soon be of age, but, under any circumstances, according to Spanish law the husband is entitled to receive all the property of his wife. Take this, therefore, and you will thus relieve our aged friend yonder, the venerable Senor Russell, from all further responsibility as guardian." Harry took it, and could not help casting a triumphant glance at Russell, but that good man looked away. He afterward told his wife that he had lost all faith in Providence, and felt but little desire to live any longer in such an evil world. Since the bonds were lost to him it mattered not who gained them--whether Bourbon, bandit, or bridegroom. At length the hour of their departure came. The luggage was heaped up in a huge wagon. Another wagon was ready to take the ladies, and horses were prepared for the gentlemen. With these a troop of horsemen was sent as a guard. As they passed out through the gates Don Carlos stood and bade them all farewell. So they passed forth on their way to liberty, and home, and happiness; and so they moved along, until at length the Castle, with its hoary walls, its lofty towers, its weather-beaten turrets and battlements, was lost in the distance. THE END.