Again there followed a pleasant evening, and on the following morning Desmond was out bright and early to take a walk over the farm.  He had gone but a short distance when he saw a figure in the grove near the house.  He advanced and met his old friend the wizard tramp.

“You are out early,” said Desmond.

“Yes, I thought I might meet you.”

“And you will now tell me how you have succeeded?”

“Yes, Desmond, I will tell you all now, and I owe all to you.  We are rich—­very rich.  We found the mine, Creedon and I, and we got capitalists interested and developed it.  You were our silent partner, and to-day you are worth a quarter of a million and I am worth as much more, or rather Amy is, for I have been working for my child.”

“I have suspected all along that Amy was your daughter.  Has she told you anything?”

“Yes, she has told me she is to become your wife.”

“What do you think of it?”

“It has been the one hope of my life that you would win her love and she yours.  It was for this reason I insisted upon your returning to the East, and the wisdom of my plans is fully confirmed.”

“You have a revelation to make to me.”

“I have made the revelation—­Amy is my own child.”

“And is that all you have to reveal?  I’ve known that all along.”

“That is my most important revelation, but I have another to make.  My father was the younger son of an English nobleman; he married a beautiful but poor girl, as the world counts riches, and his father drove him away, and he came here to America.  He never saw his brother again; his nephew, my cousin, inherited the estates and title, but strange to say, I was the nearest of kin.  Five years ago my cousin died; he left no estate, but the title which had been maintained in honor by my ancestors has descended to me, and when you marry Amy you will marry a lord’s daughter.”

Desmond meditated a moment, and then said: 

“I am satisfied to marry the daughter of plain Mr. Brooks.”

“Thank you, my son, but I shall clear the estate, and for a season at least dwell in the ancient halls of my ancestors.  I will remain to witness your marriage and shall then go home to England.  And now comes my last revelation:  you and Amy are distantly connected; my remote ancestors were yours also.  Your grandfather came down from the younger line a long time back, but blood as good as any one’s flows in your veins.”

“Yes, from my mother.”

“I admit it, from your mother.”

Our readers know what followed.  Amy and Desmond were married, and on the night of the wedding he remarked to his father-in-law: 

“This time I took no desperate chance.”

“Neither did Amy when she intrusted her future happiness to you,” came the bright and elegant answer.

The whilom wizard tramp did return to England, and it was in the ancestral halls that Desmond and Amy spent their delightful honeymoon.