don't want any fuss, or people, or excitement. I will pack to-night
so that Larry and I may have the whole day free to-morrow," said
Isabelle, with a quiet authority that silenced them all.

For once Max let her have it her own way. She had always dreamed of
Isabelle's wedding as a big fashionable event. It was like her daughter
to do it this way. She actually went off for the entire day with her
lover, coming back only in time to dress.

There were no guests except Miss Watts and Martin Christiansen. Major
O'Dell, whose orders took him back on the ship with them, acted as best
man for Larry. Just as she was hurrying downstairs, Isabelle met Wally,
waiting for her. He slipped a box into her hand and said brokenly:

"Little secret between us, Isabelle. I know you're going to be happy
with this chap, but I'm frightened,--it's all such a gamble!"

She put her arms about him and kissed him tenderly. He felt that she had
grown into a woman over night.

"It's all right, dear. I'm not frightened. I'm sure!"

"Lord, but I'll miss you!"

"Dear old Wally--dear old Wally!" she said very close to tears.

It was a simple brief ceremony, this wedding. They were all a little
solemn with the thought of what this world in dissolution might hold for
these radiant young lovers. Larry O'Leary's face was something to
remember, when Isabelle plighted him her troth, and there was a sudden
womanly dignity in Isabelle's bearing that made the eyes smart.

But later, at the wedding supper, no one could resist the boyish
happiness of Larry. He swept them all into his joyousness, and when the
time came for their farewells, there were no tears, only good wishes and
high hopes.

In the motor car on the way to the hotel, Larry's arm held Isabelle
close.

"Wee wife," he said, softly; "wee wife."

There was no need of words, their happiness was folded round them like a
cloak. They dined in their sitting room, as merry as larks.

"Happy, darlin'?" he asked her.

"I suppose that's what you call it! I've got a whole new world, Larry.
That's your wedding gift to me!"

He kissed her hair and went into the other room for a second. When he
came back he held something behind him.

"Heart of me," said he, "I've a confession!"

"Larry!"

"It's only luck that you're here to-night."

"What?"

"There once was a leprechaun visited me in the night, and she left me
something to know her by. I've been lookin' for her ever since. I swore
I'd mar