a pride, sir, as great even as yours. The daughter of
Metschnikoff McFiggin need crave a boon from no one."

With that she hauled from her bosom the daguerreotype of her
father and pressed it to her lips.

The earl started as if shot. "That name!" he cried, "that face!
that photograph! stop!"

There! There is no need to finish; my readers have long since
divined it. Gertrude was the heiress.

The lovers fell into one another's arms. The Earl's proud face
relaxed. "God bless you," he said. The Countess and the guests
came pouring out upon the lawn. The breaking day illuminated a
scene of gay congratulations.

Gertrude and Ronald were wed. Their happiness was complete.
Need we say more? Yes, only this. The Earl was killed in the
hunting-field a few days after. The Countess was struck by
lightning. The two children fell down a well. Thus the
happiness of Gertrude and Ronald was complete.



_V. -- A Hero in Homespun: or, The Life Struggle of Hezekiah Hayloft_


"CAN you give me a job?"