George started up. "Then you--you are a great heiress still?"
"No." She rose, holding out her hands, laughing. "My husband, I believe, is a rich man, and I shall have what he gives me."
But he did not hear her. He walked away down the road, shaken by a dumb fury. He had been tricked! Who had tricked him?
Then he heard a miserable sob and turned. Great God! Was any thing on earth so dear as that little woman standing there? She was crying! Had he struck her? He was a brute. What had he done?
He ran to her, and taking her outstretched hands, kissed them passionately.
"They are mine--mine!" he whispered, and knew nothing beyond.
They walked together like two happy children down the shady lane toward the golden sunset. The money was forgotten.
Frank's Campaign or The Farm and the Camp