My God to Thee," was sung by the choir. A few well-chosen words by the officiating clergyman, and the casket was borne to the old Dutch burying-ground.
Again the sun is setting behind Old Neversink. The laurels take on a rosier hue in the warm afterglow, and we recognize two figures, Hernando and Celeste, wending their way along the Berm toward The Laurels.
"It does seem," Celeste was saying, "that some evil genius keeps our family separated. It's too bad. Just as Jack has decided to come back to Nootwyck to live, Eletheer makes up her mind to locate in California. If she shouldn't like the West and should return home to practice, Cornelia and George would most likely move off somewhere."
"What a home in every sense of the word is George and Cornelia's!"
"Yes," Celeste laughed, "they are as happy as two kittens. The Van Tines are a good old family and mother is satisfied with the match. By the way, Cornelia tells me
