CHAPTER XXII

IN THE WAY OF HAPPINESS

Captain Wigmore was buried in Samson's Mill Settlement, in a little

graveyard on a spruce-sheltered slope behind the English church. A very

young parson drove thirty miles to bury him; and as a Baptist minister

had driven twenty miles for the same purpose a joint service was held.

"The old joker is safe buried, anyhow; an' I'm glad to know it," was

Timothy Fletcher's comment at the side of the grave.

"I'll never dig him up, you may be sure," said Mr. Banks.

Mr. Banks returned to New York a few days after the funeral, but not

before he had learned the date set by Nell Harley for her wedding. He

promised to be on hand to give the groom away. Timothy Fletcher bought

three big dogs for companions and continued to occupy the late captain's

house as caretaker. The dogs always slept in the same room with him and

he burned night lights by the score.

The Crown took charge of the late captain's properties and discovered

half a dozen heirs in the persons of Brazilian ladies who had considered

themselves widows for years past. The Crown had its troubles. The

Brazilian government stepped in generously to share these troubles.

Lawyers set to work in several languages and divers systems of

bookkeeping. What they made of it I don't know; but the wives were all

discredited and proven null and void--and Dr. Nash's bill remains unpaid

to this day.

Nell Harley and Reginald Rayton were married in June. Mr. Banks attended

in a frock coat and silk hat that surpassed everything present in

novelty and glory except the head-gear and coat of the groom. It was a

wonderful wedding; and to top it, the young couple set out immediately

for England to visit Reginald's people.

"That's what I call style, from first to last," said Mr. Samson. "Them's

the kind of folk I like to associate with, so long's they don't set in

to a game of cards."

Dick Goodine married Maggie Leblanc in July.

Poker is never played now in Samson's Mill Settlement. Timothy Fletcher

still lives in the house that nobody seems to own and that somehow has

been overlooked by the Crown, the Brazilian Government and the lawyers

in both languages. He works now and again for the Raytons or the

Harleys. Reginald has bought more land and built a new house and several

cottages. His farm is the largest, the best and the best-worked in the

country. Mr. Banks visits the Raytons every October, for the shooting,

and every June for the fishing.

Davy Marsh is guiding over on the Tobique now. He never comes home to

the settlement. I have heard that he is the most expensive guide on that

river--but not the best, by a long shot.

Dr. Nash is still a bachelor. He dines twice a week with the Raytons, as

a regular thing, and oftener when Mr. Banks is there. He is not a bad

sort, when you really know him well, and he knows you; but of course he

will always be something of an ass.

THE END.

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