A few days subsequently, Eveline, who was reading a newspaper, while her sister was engaged in some domestic office in the same room where she was sitting, suddenly exclaimed, while the paper fell from her hands, “Oh! what have I not escaped! Thank God! thank God! for every thing that has occurred! The evil has been good!” Then, covering her face, she sobbed for some time passionately. Eunice lifted the paper hastily, and almost the first thing that met her eyes, was an account of shameless and criminal infidelity on the part of Henry Pascal, toward a young and lovely bride, led by him to the altar not a year before. The whole affair had, as is often the case, led to judicial interference, and thus made its way into the newspapers. As soon as Eunice comprehended the cause of her sister’s agitation, she drew her arms tenderly about her, and said, “Yes, dear Evie, thank God for every thing!” And at the very moment, the father, in his store, dropped his paper, after reading the same paragraph, and exclaimed, “Thank God for every thing!” CHAPTER XXII. CONCLUSION. Only a few weeks more passed before the hearts of the patient lovers were blessed in a union, auspicious of the highest happiness the human mind is capable of enjoying. The marriage was celebrated by Mr. Carlton, in the presence of the family, and two or three particular friends, at the house of Mr. Townsend. On the next day, the bride, accompanied by her parents and sister, was taken to the new home which had been provided by her husband. In this new home, Eunice had been for only a few minutes, when her eyes rested upon the beautiful instrument, the present of her brother, which she had sold in order to relieve her father in a pressing difficulty. It stood in her own parlor, and she knew it at a glance. Eveline also recognized it in a moment, but not a word was said, though both their hearts swelled with a new and grateful emotion. When Eunice went up with Eveline to the chamber above, beautifully and tastefully furnished, they were still more surprised to find upon a handsome Chinese dressing-table, the watches, diamond pin, and bracelets, that had been sold, and, as the sisters supposed, parted with forever. “Why, Eunie!” exclaimed Eveline, whose eyes first fell upon the jewelry, “how is all this? The piano below and these here!” “You understand it all as well as I do,” said Eunice, in a trembling voice. “It was Rufus, then, who bought all these articles at so fair a price.” “So it appears.” “And did you know nothing of it until now?” “Nothing.” “Nothing? It seems like a piece of romance. How did he know that you had offered them for sale?” “I cannot tell, Evie. Heaven, I suppose, sent him word. From me he had no intimation of our design to part with them.” “The good are doubly blessed. You deserve all this, and more, Eunie,” said Eveline, with affectionate warmth.