Amid a shower of roses and cheers Michael and Starr rode into the sweet June afternoon, alone together at last. And when they had gone beyond the little town, and were on a stretch of quiet woodsy road, Michael stopped the car and took his bride into his arms. “Dear,” he said as he tenderly kissed her, “I’ve just been realizing what might have happened if Buck hadn’t seen you in time and taken the shot himself that I might have you, my life, my dear, precious wife!” Then Starr looked up with her eyes all dewy with tears and said, “Michael, we must try to save a lot of others for his sake.” And Michael smiled and pressed his lips to hers again, with deep, sweet understanding. Then, when they were riding along again Michael told her of what Sam had asked, and how another wedding was to follow theirs. “Oh, Michael!” said Starr, all eagerness at once, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner! I would have liked to stay and see them married. Couldn’t we turn around now and get there in time if you put on high speed?” “We’ll try,” said Michael reversing the car; and in an instant more it was shooting back to Old Orchard, arriving on the scene just as Sam and Lizzie were shyly taking their place, hand in hand, under the roses, in as near imitation of Michael and Starr as their unaccustomedness could compass. It was Jim who discovered the car coming up the orchard lane. “For de lub o’ Mike!” he exclaimed aloud. “Ef here don’t come Mikky hisse’f, and _her_! Hold up dar, Mister preacher. Don’t tie de knot till dey gits here!” And a cheer arose loud and long and echoed through the trees and over the river to the sea. Three cheers for the love of Michael! Sam and Lizzie bloomed forth with smiles, and the ceremony went forward with, alacrity now that the real audience was present. An hour later, having done their part to make the wedding festivities as joyous as their own had been, Michael and Starr started out again into the waning day, a light on their faces and joy in their hearts. Starr, her heart very full, laid her hand upon Michael’s and said with shining eyes: “Michael, do you know, I found a name for you. Listen: ‘And at that time shall Michael stand up, the great prince which standeth for the children of thy people: and at that time thy people shall be delivered, every one that shall be found written in the book.’ Michael, you are _my prince_!” And Michael as he stooped and kissed her, murmured, “My Starr.”