With the death of Mazenas, Howard Sherwood found himself free of the last of his enemies. With Estella safe in his charge, he returned to the city, where the happy girl was welcomed with open arms by her stricken father, whom, however, the attending physicians now pronounced out of danger. General Corona had learned a bitter lesson, but he took that lesson like a man, and in his future actions did all in his power to atone for the misery he had caused his only child and her noble lover. After taking the old stone house, the main body of the insurgent army moved onward. Not caring to leave Estella unprotected, and with her sick father to care for, Howard resigned the position he had so gallantly filled, and remained with the father and daughter. They returned to the old stone mansion owned by General Corona, and it was decided that they would remain until the residence on the plantation could be rebuilt. The kind treatment received by the old general at the rebel hospital, and the discovery that the insurgents had not intended to fire his cane-fields, produced a change of heart in the old man, and in less than a week after he was out of danger he was talking as vigorously for Cuban liberty as he had previously argued against it. "It must come," he said. "It may not come with this war, but it is bound to come some time, so I may as well be on the right side first as last. Cuba libre!" On his return to Santiago Howard hunted up Thomas Herringford and placed his suit against Nocolo, Mazenas & Co., in charge of the old lawyer for settlement. This, with all the evidence at hand, was an easy matter, and six weeks later the young war correspondent resigned his position with the press association, to take charge of an estate valued at several hundred thousand dollars. Closely following this important event came one of still greater importance. This was Howard's marriage to Estella, now always called, even by her stern old parent, the little Cuban rebel. Never was a more magnificent marriage seen in that vicinity. The house was a mass of flowers from first floor to dome; a splendid orchestra furnished delicious music, and hundreds of guests were there, from the highest public officials to the humble but ever-faithful Cara and Tomasso, who had been man and wife for nearly two months. The beautiful bride was attired in the finest of white satin and never did she look more entrancing, nor did Howard ever look more manly and handsome as when he came to claim her from her father. It was the crowning moment of their young lives. "The clouds for us have all dispersed, Estella, my darling," he exclaimed, when it was all over, and they were alone. "You are mine, all mine now, in very truth!" "Yes, Howard," she whispered, as she hid her head upon his bosom. "I am all yours, and I ask no more--my lover, my husband, my king!" [THE END.]