She lay sleeping on the pile of comfortables, in her little white frock, with the spray of roses in her hand and a slight tinge of color in her cheek, like the flush on a half-open rosebud. The comb had fallen from her hair, and the beautiful curls lay tumbled out upon the pillow in lovely confusion. The boy gazed with awe, and then turned his head reverently away. But Rags went whining about her feet again. Dan signed to the dog to be still, and, bending over with sudden anxiety, watched to see if she were breathing naturally. Gently as a child she slept, and the roses trembled with her soft breathing. His heart leaped with joy. "Rags, stay here and guard her!" he commanded. "Sit right there!" He pointed to a spot in the garden walk. "Now be still." Rags whined softly. He was trembling with excitement. "Be still!" The little dog thumped his tail in acquiescence, but looked wistfully after his master as he turned away, and then at the sleeping goddess. Dan hastened back to the house. The horses were cropping their breakfast from the lawn at the edge of the gravel driveway. Charles was coming down the steps, his face white and drawn. "Dan, I cannot find her, and there is cholera here. Mrs. Van Rensselaer is lying desperately ill upstairs! There is another woman caring for her and she says Dawn has gone." He buried his face in his hands and stood still. Dan thought he was going to fall. "Don’t!" said Dan. "I’ve found her. Come!" He eagerly drew Charles along the garden walk. "Oh, do you mean it? Are you sure, Dan?" "Sure," said the boy. "Rags found her. She’s asleep. Walk softly." "Is there anything the matter with her, Dan?" said Charles apprehensively, yet waited not to hear the answer, for at that instant he reached the arbor, almost stumbling over Rags, who jumped upon him with delight and wagged and wriggled himself joyously—albeit silently. But Charles stood still and gazed at his beloved. His hungry eyes drank in her loveliness, his anxious heart searched keenly for any sign of illness. He felt himself growing weak with fear and joy. Dan stood silent behind him, his own face lighting with the other’s joy and solemn rejoicing that they had found her. Not so Rags. He thought the time had come for the princess to awaken and he laid a cold, audacious nose in the open palm of Dawn’s pink hand. She at once opened her eyes. "Dawn! My darling!" murmured Charles, and dropped upon his knees beside her. Rags was beside himself with joy now. He had brought the teacher to life. But Dan grasped him by the collar and drew him away. He and Rags might rejoice, but it was not for them to intrude at such a time as this. Charles gathered his young wife into his arms, laying his face gently against hers, and over her stole a thrill of deep, solemn joy. He had come after her! He wanted her! She was loved! In spite of the way she had married him, she was beloved!