CHAPTER XXV.
AFTERWARDS.
The funeral was over, and there were two fresh graves--the only ones in the bit of prairie set apart for a graveyard.

I have written enough in this melancholy strain.

Why should I pause to describe in detail the solemn services held in the grove by the lake?
It is enough that the land-shark forgot his illegal traffic in claims; the money-lender ceased for one day to talk of mortgages and per cent and foreclosure; the fat gentleman left his corner-lots.

Plausaby's bland face was wet with tears of sincere grief, and Mr.Minorkey pressed his hand to his chest and coughed more despairingly than ever.

The grove in which the meeting was held commanded a view of the lake at the very place where the accident occurred.