Mrs.Ranger was her new daughter's thenceforth.
And Madelene went away, if possible happier than when she and Arthur had straightened it all out between themselves the night before.

Had she not lifted that fine old woman up from the grave upon which she was wearily lying, waiting for death?
Had she not made her happy by giving her something to live for?
Something to live for! "She looked years younger immediately," thought Madelene.

"That's the secret of happiness--something to live for, something real and useful." "I never thought you'd find anybody good enough for you," said Mrs.
Ranger to her son that evening.

"But you have.

She's got a heart and a head both--and most of the women nowadays ain't got much of either." And it was that night as Ellen was saying her prayers, that she asked God to forgive her the sin of secret protest she had let live deep in a dark corner of her heart--reproach of Hiram for having cut off their son.