While the man gaped in amazement, he laughed again and turned on his heel, going back to his wife. “I feel better! That fellow comforted me. He swore at his ill luck and I applied all the ‘swear words’ to Rosalind, and paid him a crown,” he said drolly. “Ah, my dear, you look brighter! Any luck?” “Oh, Charley, Charley!” “Oh, Berry, Berry!” “Don’t laugh at me, you dear old silly! I can hardly find words to tell you, but--but”--radiantly--“our luck has turned at last, Charley. You have won!” She flung herself, tumultuously, into his arms, regardless of Black Dobbins, gazing curiously from a distance, and joyfully fingering the generous crown, and Charley hugged her tight, crying: “Hurrah! hurrah! Five hundred thousand dollars for you and me, little lovey-dovey, and now you shall be a little queen! I shall deck you out in silks and laces and diamonds, and buy you an automobile, sure; and we shall be as happy as the day is long!” “We are happy as that now, and we could not be any happier if we had all your father’s millions. All we wish is his good will,” Berry answered seriously; then drawing back from his embrace, she added: “That old man is staring at us; perhaps thinking we have gone suddenly mad! Sit down and read your letter like a dignified, married man, now.” He obeyed, and found that all she had said was true. The suit was won. His father’s lawyers had given up and the case was definitely closed. Senator Bonair indeed had sailed for Europe some time previous, and perhaps his son had seen him somewhere before this. He hoped, fervently, that they might meet and make up their quarrel before the consummation of the senator’s reported engagement to the beautiful belle, Miss Montague. Otherwise it was certain, in the event of the marriage, that Charley would never get a dollar of his father’s money. “Dear old dad, it is not his money as much as his good will that I covet!” cried the young man, adding: “Ah, Berry, how glorious it would be to have you in Washington next winter, queening it over my father’s new house instead of hateful Rosalind. You are so lovely, so winning, I predict you would carry society by storm.” “There’s no danger of my ever having an opportunity to do so, but so long as I can queen it over your heart I do not care,” she answered lightly, though her heart beat high at his words of praise. She was only a woman, after all, and she longed to show Charley’s proud relations that she was worthy of his love, and that she had made a better man of him by her tenderness; but it could never be. They would never forget she was born in a lowly cot, wreathed in morning glories, instead of a lordly castle. She would not have cared so much only she would like to win their favor for Charley’s sake, because it would make him so happy.