CHAPTER XI.
MARRIAGE AGAIN.
Crucified the hopes that cheered me, All that to the earth endeared me; Love of wealth and fame and power, Love,--all have been crucified.
C.E.
DARKNESS before day.

Jane left, but Jack was now to come again.

After Mary's death he visited home, leaving a wife behind.

An orphan whose home was with a relative, gentle, loving, the true mate of kind, generous Jack.

His mother was a stranger to her, of course, and had perfect right to interrogate: "Is she good looking, Jack ?" asked his mother.
"Looks well to me," was the laconic reply.
"Was her FATHER rich ?" "Not worth a copper, as I know of; I never asked him," answered Jack.
"Hadn't she any property?
What did you marry her for," asked his mother.
"Oh, she's WORTH A MILLION dollars, mother, though not a cent of it is in money." "Jack! what do you want to bring such a poor being into the family, for?
You'd better stay here, at home, and let your wife go.