The guests had arrived, and Marion was summoned to the drawing-room.  With jealous care he had dressed himself in a fireman’s costume made of rich materials, which wonderfully became him, that it might remind May what he had dared for her, and what had rendered them so dear unto each other.  He stood with folded arms, his eyes fixed upon May Edgerton, scarcely daring to glance at the stranger.  Suddenly he lifted his eves to the pale face of his rival, which was bowed towards the floor.

“Walter!” he cried.

“Marion!” was the startled response.

“Choose, May! choose between us!” exclaimed Marion, with glistening eyes and extended hand.

“With your leave, Mr. Cunningham,” she said joyfully, speaking to Walter, but placing her hand in that of Sherwood.

“Man proposes, God disposes.”  A weight was lifted from Cunningham’s heart.  While abroad, negligent of his promise to his parents, he had woed and won a lovely girl to whom he had been privately married a few weeks before setting sail for home, with the promise of a speedy return.  So desirous did he find his parents that May Edgerton should be his wife, that he did not dare confess his recreancy, but relied upon the hope that May’s affections were already engaged, and thus she would save him in part from the anger of his parents.  Why did not Mr. and Mrs. Sherwood frown and scold at May’s poor taste!  Why!  Because they loved their son Marion quite as well his half-brother, Walter Cunningham, and were easily reconciled to the change of suitors, especially when they learned Walter had already secured a most estimable wife.

Marion had heard that his brother was engaged conditionally to some “proud, beauty heiress” of New York, and was not at all displeased to have him renounce all claim to his promised bride, when he found to his astonishment that it was his own May Edgerton, whom Cunningham confessed it would have been no difficult thing to love.

“Only to think of May Edgerton marrying a fireman!” exclaimed Hal Delancey, in great glee, as the wedding, which passed off as all weddings should, without a cloud upon heart, face, or sky.

May blushed and whispered to Marion that if ever there was a benevolent, noble, trustworthy man upon the earth, it was a true-hearted fireman.

If my recital has enlarged one contracted soul, has persuaded one mind to throw aside false prejudices, has taught one child of luxury to look with sympathetic admiration on those who devote themselves so nobly to the public good, has encouraged one bold heart to labor with more exalted zeal in the cause of humanity, this “ower true tale” has not been written in vain.

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