“Just as you say, Clem,” her father assented. “Why not Brother Osson, he'a?” he suggested with a pleasure in the joke, whatever it was, that the minister's relation to Clementina involved. “I guess he can put off his visit to Boston long enough.” “Well, I was thinking of him,” said Clementina. “Will you ask him?” “Yes. I'll get round to it, in the mohning.” “No--now; right away. I've been talking with Geo'ge about it; and the'e's no sense in putting it off. I ought to begin taking care of him at once.” “Well, I guess when I tell your motha how you're layin' hold, she won't think it's the same pusson,” said her father, proudly. “But it is; I haven't changed a bit.” “You ha'n't changed for the wohse, anyway.” “Didn't I always try to do what I had to?” “I guess you did, Clem.” “Well, then!” Mr. Orson, after a decent hesitation, consented to perform the ceremony. It took place in a parlor of the hotel, according to the law of New York, which facilitates marriage so greatly in all respects that it is strange any one in the State should remain single. He had then a luxury of choice between attaching himself to the bridal couple as far as Ohio on his journey home to Michigan, or to Claxon who was going to take the boat for Boston the next day on his way to Middlemount. He decided for Claxon, since he could then see Mrs. Lander's lawyer at once, and arrange with him for getting out of the vice-consul's hands the money which he was holding for an authoritative demand. He accepted without open reproach the handsome fee which the elder Hinkle gave him for his services, and even went so far as to say, “If your son should ever be blest with a return to health, he has got a helpmeet such as there are very few of.” He then admonished the young couple, in whatever trials life should have in store for them, to be resigned, and always to be prepared for the worst. When he came later to take leave of them, he was apparently not equal to the task of fitly acknowledging the return which Hinkle made him of all the money remaining to Clementina out of the sum last given her by Mrs. Lander, but he hid any disappointment he might have suffered, and with a brief, “Thank you,” put it in his pocket. Hinkle told Clementina of the apathetic behavior of Mr. Orson; he added with a laugh like his old self, “It's the best that he doesn't seem prepared for.” “Yes,” she assented. “He wasn't very chee'ful. But I presume that he meant well. It must be a trial for him to find out that Mrs. Landa wasn't rich, after all.”