All eyes were turned to see who they could be, when he went to Mrs. Spaulding and extending his arm they went before the minister and were united. Only one person there had an idea who the second couple could be, and that was John Hilton. He recognized Paul Burton, senior, but did not mention it, as he did not wish his sister to know his thoughts. Happy were all the friends on that New Year’s day. The next morning the newly married couples went over to their home, where Paul Burton, junior, called his servants together and told them they had a new mistress, and he wished them to obey her and also his father’s wife. They all seemed delighted. Paul, senior, stayed until spring, then he took his wife over to England to live there on the estate left him by his father. * * * * * Some ten years later we enter the home of Paul Burton, Jr. Two little curly-headed boys are playing on the floor, and the mother, a frail, sickly little being, was sitting in the arm chair where Paul’s mother used to sit. Traces of tears were on her pale cheeks, when a familiar voice said, “Cousin Nettie, why have you been weeping?” “Oh, Warren, I suppose our house is to be sold if we can not raise the balance of the mortgage. The mortgagee is a cold stern man, and will not give Paul one day’s time on it, or part of it even. There is only five hundred back. I don’t see how we can get it in five days. Oh, if I could only sell my manuscripts and raise that amount, what a happy surprise I could give my noble husband,” said Nettie, lowering her head on her hands and weeping violently. “Nettie, let me see the manuscripts and perhaps I can dispose of them for you,” said her cousin. She went to a secret drawer and brought him the writings. He read them through and told her he was going to the city and he would see what he could get for them, promising her he would be back in four days’ time to pay the mortgage. She made him promise not to let Paul know anything about it. “I have written them unknown to him, and when I could not do anything else,” she explained. Warren took the papers, and the same evening started for the city. After Warren had gone Paul came home. He had been out to see if he could raise the money. He was down hearted. He sat down by Nettie’s side as he said. “In four days, we’re homeless if I cannot raise the money. If I only had time to get it from over the water—but I cannot get it anywhere. Oh, Nettie, what will we do? I have worked hard to pay this old debt, but it is impossible for me to get that amount of any one, as I have sold everything we can spare and the mortgagee will not release it so I can give another mortgage on it to get the balance. Oh, dear, what shall we do?” “Trust in God. He will not see us suffer,” answered his trusting little wife, as she put her arms around his neck and kissed his fair brow. “God doeth all things well.”