“And—and this is Anne—I mean my—my wife—Mrs. Rand. We were married yesterday. And—and now we’re going away for a month—we’re going to disappear. I wanted to tell you so you’d know where I was. And I wanted you both to meet Anne.” He paused an instant, looked down into Anne’s adoring eyes, that stared up into his face just as they always used to, and went on with a rush: “You think I’ve put over something big with this company, don’t you, Mr. Wentworth? You’ve said so, anyway. Well, I never would have been able to do it only for Anne; she made me want to do it. She deserves all the credit. “You’ll have to thank her, Mr. Wentworth.” And since all his life Jimmy believed that to be so, it probably was. (The End.) [Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the July 10, 1920 issue of The Argosy magazine]