They drew apart a little, when Delancy came bustling in from his conversation over the telephone; but they scarcely had ears for his jubilant announcement of victory. "Johnson thinks it's great!" the old gentleman cried, triumphantly. "He's coming right up here in his machine, with a lawyer, to draw the papers.... And I've 'phoned for our attorney to get here as fast as he can. My boy, we've got 'em! Hooray!" Hamilton responded with a perfunctory enthusiasm, but his eyes never left his wife's face. As for Cicily, she sat silent, her eyes veiled, reveling in the glad riot of her thoughts. Through her brain went echoing the words spoken by her Aunt Emma, which had served in a measure to guide her course of action, and she smiled in perfect content as she mused on their meaning in her life. She had sought "to make other people happy." She had striven valiantly in behalf of the workers in the factory; she had struggled for her husband. Well, she had succeeded for them--surely, she had made other people happy; and out of her labors for those others she had won the supreme happiness for herself. But it was after Delancy had left them that Hamilton reached into the inner pocket of his waistcoat, and plucked forth a little packet of tissue paper, which he unrolled with a touch that was half-caressing. Of a sudden, Cicily, watching, uttered a cry of delight. "You cared--so much?" she questioned, with shy eagerness, as she put out her left hand. The husband slipped the wedding-ring to its place. "I cared so much," he said softly; "and infinitely more!" The amber eyes of the wife were veiled with tears, as she lifted them to his. "Oh, thank God, it is back again!" she whispered. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's Making People Happy, by Thompson Buchanan