Rex was loath to let Daisy leave him even for a moment. Eve was firm. "I shall take her to my room and convert her in no time at all into a veritable Cinderella." "She is the pretty young girl that carried me from the stone wall, and I have loved her so much ever since, even if I couldn't remember her name," cried Birdie, clapping her hands in the greatest glee. In the din of the excitement, Pluma Hurlhurst shook the dust of Whitestone Hall forever from her feet, muttering maledictions at the happy occupants. She had taken good care to secure all the valuables that she could lay her hands on, which were quite a fortune in themselves, securing her from want for life. She was never heard from more. * * * * * Eve Glenn took Daisy to her own room, and there the wonderful transformation began. She dressed Daisy in her own white satin dress, and twined deep crimson passion-roses in the golden curls, clapping her hands--at Daisy's wondrous beauty--kissing her, and petting her by turns. "There never was such a little fairy of a bride!" she cried, exultantly leading Daisy to the mirror. "True, you haven't any diamonds, and I haven't any to loan you; but who would miss such trifles, gazing at such a bewitching, blushing face and eyes bright as stars? Oh, won't every one envy Rex, though!" "Please don't, Eve," cried Daisy. "I'm so happy, and you are trying to make me vain." A few moments later there was a great hush in the vast parlors below, as Daisy entered the room, leaning tremblingly on Rex's arm, who looked as happy as a king, and Basil Hurlhurst, looking fully ten years younger than was his wont, walking proudly beside his long-lost daughter. The storm had died away, and the moon broke through the dark clouds, lighting the earth with a silvery radiance, as Rex and Daisy took their places before the altar, where the ceremony which made them man and wife was for the second time performed. Heaven's light never fell on two such supremely happy mortals as were Rex and his bonny blushing bride. Outside of Whitestone Hall a motley throng was gathering with the rapidity of lightning--the story had gone from lip to lip--the wonderful story of the long-lost heiress and the double romance. Cheer after cheer rent the air, and telegraph wires were busy with the startling revelations. The throng around the Hall pressed forward to catch a glimpse of the pretty little bride. Young girls laughed and cried for very joy. Mothers, fathers, and sweethearts fervently cried: "God bless her!" All night long the bells rang from the church belfries, bonfires were lighted on all the surrounding hills. A telegram was sent to a Baltimore marble firm countermanding a certain order.