"Good! But it will take money to do that these days, a good deal of money! You will have to pay for publicity and court expenses and all the rest of it." "Hoorah! I'd like to soak him one with his share of Clark's Field!" "Providence blesses as well as curses," warned the old judge. "And it's chief work, I take it, is educational--to develop all that is possible from within. Remember that, sir, when you are 'soaking' Cousin Stan." "The educational can wait until we've done some correctin'!" They all laughed. And presently they parted. As they stood in the little front room waiting for Adelle's car to fetch her, the judge remarked with a certain solemnity,-- "Now at last I believe the fate of Clark's Field is settled. In that good old legal term, the title to the Field, so long restless and unsettled, at last is 'quieted,' I think for good and all, humanly speaking!" "I think so," Adelle assented, with the same dreamy look in her gray eyes that had moved the judge to take her hand that morning. "At least I see quite clearly what I must do with my share of it." "Come and see me again before you go away, as often as you can, both of you!" the judge said as they left. "Remember that I am an old man, and my best amusement is watching Providence working out its ways with us all. And you two are part of Providence:--come and tell me what you find!" "We will!" they said. After the door had swung to behind his visitors, the judge stood thoughtfully beside the window watching the cousins depart. As the young mason hopped into the car in response to Adelle's invitation, and clumsily swung the door after him with a bang, the judge smiled tenderly, murmuring to himself,-- "It's all education, and they'll educate each other!" L