"Yes, my child. Only think of it! I saved the daughter from the streets

of New York, and my son saved the mother from her prison at the

madhouse! And now, my dear Cap, I must bid you good night and go to

bed, for I intend to rise to-morrow morning long before daylight, to

ride to Tip Top to meet the Staunton stage," said the old man, kissing

Capitola.

Just as he was about to leave the room he was arrested by a loud

ringing and knocking at the door.

Wool was heard running along the front hall to answer the summons.

"Cap, I shouldn't wonder much if that was our party. I wish it may be,

for I should like to welcome them before I leave home to fetch my

wife," said Old Hurricane, in a voice of agitation.

And while they were still eagerly listening, the door was thrown open

by Wool, who announced: "Marse Herbert, which I mean to say, Major Herbert Greyson;" and

Herbert entered and was grasped by the two hands of Old Hurricane, who

exclaimed: "Ah, Herbert, my lad! I have got your letters. It is all right,

Herbert, or going to be so. You shall marry Cap when you like. And I am

going to-morrow morning to throw myself at the feet of my wife."

"No need of your going so far, dear sir, no need. Let me speak to my

own dear girl a moment, and then I shall have something to say to you,"

said Herbert, leaving the old man in suspense, and going to salute

Capitola, who returned his fervent embrace by an honest, downright

frank kiss, that made no secret of itself.

"Capitola! My uncle has told you all?"

"Every single bit! So don't lose time by telling it all over again! Is

my mother with you?"

"Yes! and I will bring her in, in one moment; but first I must bring in

some one else," said Herbert, kissing the hand of Capitola and turning

to Old Hurricane, to whom he said: "You need not travel far to find Marah. We took Staunton in our way

and brought her and Clara along--Traverse!" he said going to the

door--"bring in your mother."

And the next instant Traverse entered with the wife of Major Warfield

upon his arm.

Old Hurricane started forward to meet her, exclaiming in a broken

voice: "Marah, my dear Marah, God may forgive me, but can you--can you ever do

so?" And he would have sunk at her feet, but that she prevented, by

meeting him and silently placing both her hands in his. And so quietly

Marah's forgiveness was expressed, and the reconciliation sealed.




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