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a moment his dull countenance was a study, as, 
with a nervous start, he caught a view of the 
young lady’s face; then with a wild cry of un- 
controllable joy he sprang forward and _ pros- 
trating himself at the young lady’s feet he 
poured out in a strange foreign tongue, his 
native speech, a hearty and joyous welcome. 
Anita tenderly responded to his vehement joy 
and bade him arise to his feet that she might 
look into his beaming face. Poor old Petro, he 
was almost beside himself with exuberant Joy. 
Well, my tale is nearly told. A short happy 
year soon passed at the hermitage, when at its 
close, Anita and I persuaded the old hermit to 
dispose of his island home, and consent to 
brighten the home nest that was in course of 
preparation for us, so cozily nestled among the 
wildest charms of Pennsylvania’s most pictur- 
esque country. Petro and Pluto also joined 
our happy household and as we now look back 
over the marvelous experiences of but a few 
short years we cannot but declare 
** There is a divinity that shapes our ends, 
Rough hew them how we will.” 
FINIS. 
