“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.