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I wish I had somebody to decide for me." The pocket book lay open in his hand, with Louise's small letter in view.
His eye fell upon that, and it decided him.
"It shall go for taxes," he said, "and never tempt me or mine any more!" He opened the window and stood there tearing the tax bill to bits and watching the breeze waft them away, till all were gone.
"The spell is broken, the life-long curse is ended!" he said.

"Let us go." The baggage wagon had arrived; five minutes later the two friends were mounted upon their luggage in it, and rattling off toward the station, the Colonel endeavoring to sing "Homeward Bound," a song whose words he knew, but whose tune, as he rendered it, was a trial to auditors..