So they sailed on up the river, side by side, hand clasped in hand, and thought only of the supreme happiness of the moment. It was one of those beautiful fall evenings, calm and still, and bright with an almost intoxicating brilliancy; the heavens, the river, with its gliding banks on either side, all lighted with a radiance that was absolutely dazzling; and Star wondered if ever in all her life before she had seen the world so wondrously beautiful. “Monday or Tuesday you are coming to Yonkers?” Star murmured, in reply to this remark of her lover’s. “I thought you were to be away from New York next week?” “And so I am; I am coming to Yonkers to see you,” he answered, smiling. “My darling, do you not know that all the world is changed for me now?” It certainly was for her, she thought, with a tender little smile, and then she said: “Have you a card and a pencil? I must tell you where to find me, you know.” “True. How stupid of me not to have thought of it,” he returned, as he searched his pockets to find what she wanted. “I thought it better to write it than to tell you,” she said, archly, “fearing you might forget.” “I own that I am not in a condition to remember anything to-night, save that you love me and that I have won you,” he whispered, putting pencil and card into her hand. She wrote the street and number of the house where she lived, and gave it back to him, and he put it away without even looking at it. And thus the moments sped swiftly on until they landed, and that delightful homeward sail was over and had become one of those events to be remembered and treasured when, in the dark future, they should look back upon it and wonder if as bright a gleam of happiness had ever really existed in their lives. Mr. Sherbrooke accompanied Mr. Rosevelt and Star to the station where they had to take the train for Yonkers, and found comfortable seats for them. “I shall see you again very soon,” he said to the old gentleman, as he took his hand at parting. “I trust so. We shall be glad to see you at any time; and many thanks for this day’s pleasure,” Mr. Rosevelt replied, heartily. “The obligation is all on my side,” Archie said, with a meaning glance at Star, which made the color come again and her heart to bound like a roe in her bosom. The bell warned him that he must go, and with a lingering, loving pressure of her hand, he reluctantly bade them a final good-night and went away. The young girl had no idea of the lapse of time after that, until she heard Mr. Rosevelt heave a long-drawn sigh. She started, realizing then that they were almost home, and that she had not spoken one word since her lover left them. “Uncle Jacob, are you very tired?” she asked, anxiously, and with a feeling of selfreproach. “No, dear; only thinking how beautiful the world is under some conditions, how dreary under others,” he returned, watching her intently.