Mr. Landon was pleased when he heard that beautiful Floy was St. George’s chosen bride, and he was confident that he could find her again. But he did not judge it expedient to keep his promise to Floy any longer--the promise to shield Otho Maury. So he said to the anxious lover: “You have a dangerous rival.” “You mean Otho Maury?” “Yes.” “Floy hates the villain.” “Yes, and he knows it. That makes him all the more dangerous, because he is determined on revenge for her scorn;” and the detective related the story of that night when he found Floy at Suicide Place. “That man will bear watching,” he said. “Then watch him for me, and if he harms one hair of my darling’s head, his life shall pay the forfeit!” cried the angry lover. It hurt him bitterly that he was not strong enough yet to join Landon in the search for his darling; but still, he had every confidence in the detective’s ability, so he prepared to wait with what patience he could for tidings. Meanwhile, his heart was filled with a great, glad joy at the news that she was living. She was living, his beautiful darling, and she loved him still! He knew it in his heart that she loved him still. Such love as theirs could not change or falter from its allegiance. Their hearts had met in a love that could not change or die. It was only a little misunderstanding that had come between them--a little misunderstanding brought about by pride--that could easily be explained away once they met again. “And I shall scold her just a little for doubting my faith,” he resolved, thinking that Floy’s belief in him should have been absolute even through absence and estrangement. “And yet I know, past all doubting, truly-- A knowledge greater than grief can dim-- I know as he loved, he will love me duly; Yea, better--e’en better than I love him. “And as I walk by the vast calm river, The awful river so dread to see, I say, ‘Thy breath and thy depth forever Are bridged by his thoughts that cross to me.’” Meanwhile, the very thought that Floy was alive was like the very elixir of life to him. It did him more good than all the doctors in the world, with their pills and potions, could have accomplished. “I shall get well now; I feel stronger already!” he exclaimed, gladly. Several days passed without news from the detective, but he would not permit himself to be cast down. “She will soon be found, my little love, my blue-eyed darling! I will be patient; I will wait; for when I find her again, we shall be parted no more, save by death itself!” he exclaimed. They had talked it all over, and agreed that when Floy was found, St. George should persuade her to marry him at once. She was friendless, homeless, and the sooner she became one of the family, the better. There would be a nine-days’ wonder over the marriage, of course. But no matter; they were prepared to risk it, in their eagerness to make up to the young lover for all the pangs he had suffered.