There is an old saying which tells us that we cannot know people fully well until we have lived under the same roof with them. If the wife in this story had known it, she might never have entertained the friend who came to visit her, for it is this same friend, the chum of her girlhood days, who opens the first chapter of an intrigue which wrecks the happy home. But there is a Providence which presides over such matters and which in this case, sends a representative to earth, so to speak. This envoy is a little daughter of the couple through whom fate pulls her strings in such a way that before the picture is finished, her little arms are drawing her separated parents together into loving embrace.