CHAPTER XXXI

That evening Mr. Gooch went home with the Ivys whom, as he was now

adrift, he purposed adopting. For a long time they sat over the fire

discussing the exciting events of the day.

“I could scarcely believe my eyes,” murmured Mrs. Ivy, “when at the

verdict,' Not Guilty,' I saw her fling her arms about his neck!”

“Why surprised?” snapped the attorney. “Aren't women born fatuous?”

“But the whole thing is so indelicate, so heartless! A young widow who

ought to be mourning beside her husband's grave, and a wild young man

who has just escaped the penitentiary. Hasn't suffering taught them

anything?”

Gerald, sitting on a hassock before the fire with hands clasped about

his knees, looked up with shining eyes:

“You don't understand, Mater! All this has been the price they've paid

for each other. A great love like theirs comes high. One must pay for

it with suffering. Jove, it was worth it! That one look they gave each

other, there at the end--“,

“But the dear, dear Doctor,” interrupted Mrs. Ivy, “laid away only seven

months ago!”

“Six months and three weeks,” corrected Mr. Gooch testily.

THE END

End of Project Gutenberg's A Romance of Billy-Goat Hill, by Alice Hegan Rice