And so amidst the joy bells of the old church and the songs of the
nightingales, and the pleasant laughter of the little children, EDWIN
and ANGELINA were married. As they passed under the oaken porch the Duke
gave them his blessing. Need it be said they lived happily--like a
prince and a princess in fairy tale--for ever after?
Captain MONTMORENCY GUILT, kicked out of his club and warned off the
Turf at Newmarket, left England with his ill-gotten gains for Cairo.
Arrived in Egypt, he disappeared into the Soudan. Those of the Arabs who
came from the desert declare that there is a white ruler in Khartoum.
Whether it be he, who knows? Still, the stories of cruelty brought back
by the swarthy traders are not unsuggestive of the man who brought poor
PAULINE to her grave and broke the Bank at Monte Carlo.
EDWARD WATTS _did_ marry MARY BEETLES, and they are now doing well at
Little Pannington. The village all-sorts shop has grown into a "Stores,"
and those who are in the know say that at a near date it will be
converted into a "Company, Limited." Be this as it may, EDWARD and MARY
drive to chapel in their own gig.
And what became of PAUL PETERSON? Overwhelmed with the secret sorrow
that could never be shared by another, he went his way to the wilds of
Australia. And there, under the starlight influence of the Southern
Cross, and amidst the glorious glaciers of the Boomerang Mountains, he
tries to forget the terrible and half-forgiven details of the "Deed in
Drab."