rning,
but this wire Barry showed to no one.

The bride's bouquet was from the manse garden, a shower of white roses,
no purer and no sweeter than the bride herself. At the church door, the
party stood shrinking from the moment of parting. At length Paula took
matters in hand.

"As usual," she said, "the heavy work falls to me. Dear Mrs.
Robertson"--to the minister's wife--"goodbye. I shall always love you
and your dear little church."

She put her arms around the minister's wife and kissed her.

"Oh, we're going to see them off," said that lady. "Lead the way,
Captain Dunbar, please," she added, with a bright smile, giving him a
little push.

"Come, Phyllis," said Barry offering his wife his arm, and they started
off down the street toward the lake.

"Will you permit me?" said the minister, offering his arm to Paula, who
in mystified silence took it without a word.

"May I have the pleasure?" said Mr. Howland, offering his arm to Mrs.
Robertson.

"Come, Captain Fraser," she said gaily, offering him the other arm.

"Just what is happening to me, I don't pretend to know," said Paula,
"but whatever it is, America is in this thing to the finish."

Barry stopped at the boathouse landing. There, tied to the dock, floated
the Canadian canoe, laden with tent and camp outfit, and with extra
baskets provided from the manse.

"Oh, Barry, how wonderful! How perfectly wonderful!" cried Paula in an
ecstasy of delight.

In that farewell there were tears and smiles, but more smiles than
tears. The last to touch their hands was Paula. She managed to draw them
apart from the others, with her eyes glistening with unaccustomed tears.
"You deserve each other. Phyllis," she whispered, alternately shaking
and kissing her, "there was a day when I would have fought you for him,
until Neil came. Barry, you dear boy, you may kiss me goodbye, and oh,
may you both live forever."

"Goodbye, dear Paula," cried Phyllis. "You have been so lovely to me
from the very first. I shall never, never forget you."

"Goodbye, Paula," said Barry, "dearest of all dear friends."

She stooped to steady the canoe, while Phyllis stepped to her place in
the bow.

"Goodbye to all of you. God love you and keep you all," said Barry.

He took his paddle and stepped into the canoe, Paula still stooping over
it to keep it steady.

"Dear, dear Barry," she whispered, and for the first time her tears
fell. "Goodbye! Goodbye!"

Together the little comp