Everard Dawn could not die now. Life had grown too sweet again. Events proved that the physician’s fear of internal injuries was unfounded. He began to convalesce slowly but surely under his wife’s love and care, looking forward to happy years together in the golden future. Rachel Dane was buried at Charlottesville, and as she had no known relatives anywhere, Mrs. Flint was the chief mourner at the funeral, and she took care to have a neat stone raised above the grave. In a few days the party at the hotel separated, Everard Dawn’s wife and son remaining with him to aid in the tedious convalescence, and Madame Ray returning to Florida with her daughter, taking the ailing Mrs. Flint as their guest. “I am real down sorry to lose you as a niece, Cinthy,” sighed the old lady, who was greatly softened now by the hurrying events. “Do not grieve over that, dear aunt, for I will restore the kinship in the spring, and in the meantime you have gained me as a nephew!” laughed Arthur, who was handsome as a picture in his new happiness. “That is true; and I am real down proud of my new nephew, and his mother, too!” cried the old lady. Arthur’s mother had taken the first opportunity to make her peace with Cinthia. “Dearest, I was cruel to you once, but I am a changed woman now, and I love you dearly since I know that you never belonged to that woman I hated so. Can you forgive me--if not for my own sake, because you will be Arthur’s wife!” Cinthia, understanding everything now, gladly accorded forgiveness and sympathy that soon ripened into love. In the spring, when Mr. Dawn was well and strong again, his son was married to Cinthia at her mother’s home--Lodge Delight. It was a grand wedding, and Cinthia the fairest bride ever seen. They remained with Madame Ray until Love’s Retreat was rebuilt, then made their home with his parents, while Mrs. Flint remained ever afterward with Cinthia’s mother, who would not permit her return to Virginia. “We are two lonely old widows. Let us be company for each other,” she said, with pensive cheerfulness. One thing that transpired touched Cinthia very much, and showed her the tenderness of Arthur’s love. Madame Ray said to Mr. Dawn, while he still lay on his bed of suffering: “That fortune Cinthia has been enjoying as your daughter, Mr. Dawn, must be restored to you now, as she never had any legal right to it.” Mr. Dawn looked embarrassed for a moment, then frankly explained: “On the day that Arthur found out that Cinthia was supposedly his sister, he insisted on making over to her use enough of his private fortune to insure her the luxuries of life in lieu of happiness.” “And it will now form part of her marriage settlement,” added Arthur. Tears sprung to Cinthia’s eyes as she murmured: “Oh, how noble and generous you have been all these years while I thought you so weak and cowardly, and tried in vain to hate you! But all the while----”