“If he does I will find you another place as good, so don’t begin to worry yet. Let us look on the bright side as long as we can!” cried sanguine Charley. And from that moment he began to live up to his creed, never uttering a word of apprehension as to the outcome of his marriage. He had followed up his telegram to his father with a long explanatory letter in which he did full justice to the charms of his bride; but to neither one came any reply, although up at Bonair the sisters had received a speedy answer that read briefly: “I am horrified, but do not see anything that I can do. Will leave at once in special car for home.” So up at Bonair, as the days slipped away, they began to expect the master, but they kept it secret from Charley, whom they scornfully said was keeping up his dignity down yonder in his fool’s paradise. In fact, Charley did not go near them again. He had a sense of bitter outrage in the cavalier treatment they had accorded him, and kept away from Bonair trying to forget them in the new and delightful role of benedict. In the meantime, the news had got into the daily papers and created its due sensation. Reporters flocked to the keeper’s cottage, and Charley submitted to interviews for the sake of setting his bride right with the public. Meager details of the romance were given out and created considerable sensation; but the still delicate bride saw no one as yet, although the members of her company called in a body, headed by Mr. Weston, to offer congratulations. Charley entertained them cordially, excusing Berenice on the score of her weakness, and, saying he hoped she would soon get strong enough to go away with him on their honeymoon trip. He added genially, that she could never tread the boards again. She must content herself with entertaining her husband. He took pains to show great friendliness for Mr. Weston at whose secret pain he very easily guessed, and his cordiality won him a true friend whose worth was latterly to be well proved. So the days slipped away, and Berry would never forget that morning when she first sat up for the day in a pretty house gown of rosy pink cashmere, cascaded in lace, that Charley himself had gone shopping to buy for his darling. She glanced up as Charley entered, and at sight of his eager face, exclaimed: “What has happened, dearest, that you look so excited?” He clasped her to his heart, covering the sweet face with ardent kisses till she laughingly cried for mercy. Then he gave her the great bunch of pink roses he had brought, and explained: