Two weeks from that day there was a double wedding in the fine old drawing room of Marwick Mansion. From the wedding feast which followed cablegrams went to our friends in Woodvale, also one to Mr. James Bishop, farmer near Woodvale, informing him that sometime next season all of us, including the "hired man," would be with him for dinner and another dance in the new red barn. We have been cruising in the Mediterranean, and now are anchored in the beautiful Bay of Naples. Mr. Harding has been pacing the deck and gazing at the smoke-wreathed crest of Vesuvius. [Illustration: "I believe I can carry it"] "Jack," he has just remarked, "that is quite a bunker, but with a little more practice I believe I can carry it." End of Project Gutenberg's John Henry Smith, by Frederick Upham Adams