The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-01-13

man on horseback, gallOplng swiftly.
He brushed close to the girls, but in
moment was past A long red beard,
shaken by the breeze, was about all they
had time to distinguish of his features.
But Barbara's heart beat more quickly.
The breif glance she had of the man
reminded her of Victor.
1t was Victor. He checked his horse
for he had recognized Barbara, but the
party had already vanished around the
turn in the road aud she was lost from
sight
Victor was on his way to De Veres 10
call on Barbara, and he debated whether
or not he should tnrn back. He decided
not to return. If Barbara had not al
ready recognized him, she would when
lie should overtake or meet her, and she
| would infer on what errand he had
started.
1t was not strange that such simple
thing should cause quite struggle in
his mind, for Victor, the brave, noble,
great-hearted Victor, knew that he loved
this woman.
Who can fathom or explain the i'm
pulses of love Love is diffident Love
stumbles where reason walks erect
Love takes fright at nothing
But when, an hour later, Barbara re-
turned from her ride, she found Victor
waiting for her in the parlor at DE
Vere's.
Nothing loverlike occurred in the
pleasant hour that followed. They were
friends Victor felt that be had no
right to presume on aught else.
GAS it now is am sure of her friend
ship" he thought. 81 cannot afford to
peril that, yet, for the bare possibility of
her love. Perhaps some day i may
speak, but now 1 must keep silent, for I
am nothing but a wanderer, defrauded
out of my name even, as it were" 4,
When Barbara went to her room after
Victor's departure, she found Victoria
there. Twilight was gathering, and the
young girl sat in the shadows.
Barbara knelt by her side.
"Pet," she murmured softly, draw
ing Victorias head toward her.
To her surprise, damp face touched
hers.
"Whatl my darling is weeping"
Barbara cried.
A faint sob was the answer.
Victoria, what ails you 7" asked
Barbara kindly.
Dear Barbara, L am very happy"
murmured Victoria, with another sob.
Wherefore, pet ?"
Victoria was silent.
"Tell me, Victoria ?''
He-he-loves " = Victoria COM
menced hesitatingly.
"Go on darling"
" He loves mel''
"M Mr.. Sherwood Y''
eyes"
:" He has told you SO ?''
Yes"
And, darling, you love him ?"
with all my heart !"
Victoria spoke more freely now that
her secret was out.
He asked me to be his wife, and 1
have promised.
Barbara rose to her feet, and took the
fair golden head in her arms. She bent
over Victoria, and kissed her tenderly.
"Heaven bless you, sweetl' Barbara
whispered.
The twilight thickened into darkness.
The two girls sat still, the heart of one
running over with happiness, the other
happy for her friends sake, yet with a
touch of pain at her heart in wondering
what the future would bring forth for
her.
There was no need of forged will.
The master of The Cedars had discover
ed one that was genuine, with Herbert
Cashel's true signature affixed and at
tested by the proper witnesses. 1t be-
queathed to his nephew, Oscar Cashel,
son of the devisors only brother, John
Cashel, and his heirs, to have and hold
forever, all of the great Cashel estate,
personal and real property, tenements,
hereditaments, and so forth.
1t was no wonder that the master of
The Cedars rejoiced with wild triumph,
for this will would settle forever the
great suit of Cashel versus Cashel. He
had feared defeat, but now he would gain
an overwhelming victory over Wylie
and his client This will assured him
the possession of The Cedars and all the
property of the late Herbert Cashell