CHAPTER LII.
'FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE.' 'Grandma, Jerrie has promised to be my wife!' Harold said to his grandmother that night when he took Jerrie in to her about ten o'clock, during which time they had walked to the Tramp House, and sitting down upon the chair which would hold but one, had talked the whole matter over, from the morning Harold first saw the sweet little face in the carpet-bag to the present moment when the same sweet face was pressed lovingly against his, and the same arms which had clung to him in the snow were around his neck in the darkness, as they went over with the old, old story, newest always and best to the last one who listens to it and believes that it is true.
'Father, I have promised to marry Harold,' Jerrie said to Arthur the next morning as she stood before him in the Gretchen room, with Harold's hand in hers, and a look in her face something like what Gretchen's had worn when Arthur first called her his wife.
'Lord bless you, I knew it was coming, but did not think it would be quite so soon.

You shock my nerves dreadfully,' Arthur exclaimed, springing up and walking two or three times across the room.

Then, confronting the young couple, he said, 'Going to marry Harold?
I knew you would all this time.

Well, he will do as well as any one to look after the business.

Frank is no good, and Colvin is too old.