One can trace almost
every episode in life right back, and ultimately come--"
"To Kismet!" cried his wife, laughing merrily. "So before we begin
dinner tonight--which is a night of reunion--I am going to propose a
toast to Kismet!"
"Good!" said Seton, "we shall all drink it gladly. Eh, Irvin?"
"Gladly, indeed," agreed Monte Irvin. "You know, Seton," he continued,
"we have been wandering, Rita and I; and ever since your wife handed
her patient over to me as cured we have covered some territory. I
don't know if you or Chief Inspector Kerry has been responsible, but
the press accounts of the Kazmah affair have been scanty to baldness.
One stray bit of news reached us--in Colorado, I think."
"What was that, Mr. Irvin?" asked Margaret, leaning towards the
speaker.
"It was about Mollie Gretna. Someone wrote and told me that she had
eloped with a billiard marker--a married man with five children!"
Seton laughed heartily, and so did Margaret and Rita.
"Right!" cried Seton. "She did. When last heard of she was acting as
barmaid in a Portsmouth tavern!"
But Monte Irvin did not laugh.
"Poor, foolish girl!" he said gravely. "Her life might have been so
different--so useful and happy."
"I agree," replied Seton, "if she had had a husband like Kerry.
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