These brought the information that Betty had been decoyed back to the house that day, by a false message purporting to be from Granniss, asking her to return after the rest left the house, and call him up on the telephone. This Betty tried to do, using her camera as an excuse. But she never reached the telephone. Once in the house, she was grasped and the assailants, there were two, attempted to chloroform her. But chloroforming is not such a speedy matter as many believe and she was still struggling against the fumes when her father appeared. North held Betty while the other man, who was Joe Mills, fought Frederick Varian, and, in the struggle, shot him. This angered North so, that he lost his head. He almost killed Mills in his rage and fury, and seizing Betty, made for the secret passage. On the way, her string of beads broke, the pillow which they used to help make her unconscious was dropped on the kitchen floor, and then she was carried down the well, through the tunnel and cave and away in a swift motor boat. But in a half conscious state, all these things were like a dream to her. “A dream which must not be recalled,” said Granniss, with an air of authority that sat well upon him. “My blessing,” Minna said, fondling the girl. “Never mind about anything, now that I have you back. I miss your father more than words can say, but with you restored, I can know happiness again. Let us both try to forget.” Later, a council was held as to whether to tell Minna the true story of Betty’s birth. The two young people had to be told, and Doctor Varian was appealed to for a decision regarding Minna. “I don’t know,” he said, uncertainly. “You see it explains the pearls,——” “I’ll tell you,” Granniss said. “Don’t let’s tell Mother Varian now. Betty and I will be married very soon, and after that we can see about it. Or, if she has to know at the time of the wedding, we’ll tell her then. But let her rejoice in her new found child as her own child as long as she can. Surely she deserves it.” “And _you_ don’t care?” Betty asked, looking at him, wistfully. “My darling! I don’t care whether you’re the daughter of a princess or pauperess,—you’ll soon be my wife, and Granniss is all the name you’ll ever want or need!” “Bless your sweet hearts,” said Zizi, her black eyes showing a tender gleam for the girl she had so long known of, and only now known. “And bless your sweetheart, when you choose one!” Betty said, her happy heart so full of joy that her old gayety already began to return. THE END Transcriber’s Notes --Copyright notice provided as in the original—this e-text is public domain in the country of publication. --Provided an original cover image, for free and unrestricted use with this Distributed Proofreaders-Canada eBook. --Silently corrected obvious typographical errors; left non-standard spellings and dialect unchanged.