ntion, and it would not
have been surprising to many had the streets of the little city suddenly
burst forth in gay decorations. As for wedding gifts, their name was
legion, and Grace laughingly declared herself to be hopelessly
embarrassed by the number of beautiful and costly offerings which poured
in upon her.

Perhaps she was most deeply touched, however, by the arrival of a
wonderful set of martin furs, sent her by Jean. The old hunter occupied
a front seat in the church, at Tom's and Grace's earnest request, his
rugged face glowing with proud happiness as he watched the two young
people united in marriage. The ceremony over, Tom's first act after
saluting his bride, embracing his aunt and newly acquired mother-in-law
and grasping the hand of Mr. Harlowe, was to beckon Jean to him. "You
come next, Jean. You gave me my happiness," were words which the old
hunter treasured to the end of his life.

"For once I hav' the honor to salut' Mam'selle Grace," smiled the old
man as he gripped Tom's hand. Then he kissed the radiant girl lightly on
both cheeks, after the fashion of his nation. To him she would always be
Mam'selle Grace.

Due to the flood of congratulations which constantly poured in upon the
newly-weds, it was some time before they left the church to enter a
waiting automobile which was to convey them to the Harlowes' home.

In order not to slight anyone, an elaborate reception had been arranged
to take place there after the performance of the ceremony. The reception
began shortly after the bridal pair reached the house, yet it was past
five o'clock when the numerous guests had departed with the exception of
a few of Grace's close friends, who stayed to see herself and Tom depart
on their honeymoon.

"At last the mystery of 'Where lies honeymoon land?' is about to be
solved," proclaimed Hippy, in a loud, jubilant voice. Occupying the
center of the spacious flower-decked living-room he beamed benevolently
on the company of young folks who had tarried at the Harlowes' to learn
that very thing. Gathered there were six of the Eight Originals, Miriam,
Everett Southard and Miss Southard, the Savellis and Miss Nevin, Mrs.
Gray, Mrs. Nesbit, old Jean, Kathleen West and Patience Eliot, Mabel
Ashe, Laura Atkins and the Semper Fidelis girls. Despite the goodly size
of the room it was a trifle more than well-filled by those who waited
till Grace and Tom should reappear to say good-bye before starting on
their trip. T