His integrity has never been sacrificed, even to the emergencies of trade.

The man is what the boy was; and we can best sum up the results of his life by saying that he has been true to himself, true to his friends, and true to his God.
Mrs.Bright is still living at the little white cottage, happy in herself and happy in her children.

Bobby--we mean Mr.Bright--has hardly missed going to Riverdale on a Saturday night since he left home, eight years before.

He has the same partiality for those famous apple pies, and his mother would as soon think of being without bread as being without apple pies when he comes home.
Of course Squire Lee and Annie were always glad to see him when he came to Riverdale; and for two years it had been common talk in Riverdale that our hero did not go home on Sunday evening when the clock struck nine.

But as this is a forbidden topic, we will ask the reader to go with us to Mr.Bayard's house in Chestnut Street.
What! Annie Lee here?
No; but as you are here, allow me to introduce Mrs.Robert Bright.
They were married a few months before, and Mr.Bayard insisted that the happy couple should make their home at his house.
But where is Ellen Bayard?
O, she is Mrs.Bigelow now, and her husband is at the head of a large book establishment in New York.
Bobby's dream had been realized, and he was the happiest man in the world--at least he thought so, which is just the same thing.