Yes, one hundred thousand marks, for Sylvius Hogg absolutely refused to take back the money he had paid to secure possession of Ole Kamp's ticket.
It was a dowry he was only too glad to offer little Hulda on her wedding-day.
Perhaps it will be considered rather astonishing that Ticket No.

9672, which had attracted so much attention from the public, should have happened to be the one that drew the grand prize.
Yes, it was astonishing, we must admit; but it was not impossible, and at all events, such was the fact.
Sylvius Hogg, Joel, and Hulda left Christiania that same evening.
They returned to Dal by way of Bamble, as, of course, Siegfrid must be informed of her good fortune.

As they passed the little church of Hitterdal, Hulda recollected the gloomy thoughts that beset her two days before, but the sight of Ole, seated beside her, speedily recalled her to the blissful reality.
By Saint Olaf! how beautiful Hulda looked under her bridal crown when she left the little chapel at Dal, four days afterward, leaning on her husband's arm.

The brilliant festivities that followed were the talk of the whole Telemark for days and days afterward.

And how happy everybody was! Siegfrid, the pretty bride-maid, her father, Farmer Helmboe, Joel, her affianced husband, and even Dame Hansen, who was no longer haunted by a fear of Sandgoist.
Perhaps the reader will ask whether all these friends and guests--Messrs.