"I 'm for New Orleans," said Grog, with a rough shake, as though throwing a weight from his shoulders.

"Will you have a travelling-companion, father?" asked Lizzy, in a low voice.

"Who is it to be, girl?"

"Lizzy,--your own Lizzy!"

"That will I, girl," cried he, as he threw his arms about her, and kissed her in sincere affection.

"Good-bye, sir," said she, holding out her hand to Beecher. "Our compact was a hollow one from the first. It would be but a miserable deception to maintain it."

"I knew luck was going to turn with me!" muttered Beecher, as he watched her leaving the terrace, "but I 'd never have believed any one if he 'd told me that I 'd have booked an estate and scratched my marriage all on the same evening!"

THE END.