She was his at last, this evasive, long-sought Anne, won after years of patient waiting.

It was to him she was coming in the sweet surrender of the bride.

Was he worthy of her?
Could he make her as happy as he hoped?
If he failed her--if he could not measure up to her standard of manhood--then, as she held out her hand, their eyes met and all doubt was swept away in a glad certainty.

They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that.

Their happiness was in each other's keeping and both were unafraid.
They were married in the sunshine of the old orchard, circled by the loving and kindly faces of long-familiar friends.