And so it went on, until, one day, to his inexpressible relief, Grind read in the morning papers an account of the sudden and violent death of his enemy.

His sleep was sounder on the night that followed than it had been for a long, long time.
Of Edward Claire, and his happy family--not happy merely from an improved external condition, for the foundation of their happiness was laid in a deeper ground--we have not much to relate.
When Claire brought to Fanny the title-deeds of the property which he had recovered from Jasper, she pushed them back upon him, saying, as she did so-- "Keep them, father--keep them.

All is yours." "No, my dear child," replied Claire, seriously, yet with tenderness and emotion, "all is not mine.

All is yours.

This property, through a wise Providence, has come into your possession.