Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1882-03-30

pearl, with hinges OF tiny gold shells.
He presented il TO Gineyra with a low
obeisance, saving
Neptune, the monarch of the sea.
sends greeting TO his sister sovereign.
Undine, and begs an interview"
Gineyra bowed with stately grace, as
she answered in the same SPIRIT
His wish is granted. | await his
royal pleasure.
Then, as the page returned to his
master with her message, she pressed
upon the dainty spring which fastened
the box, and il flew open, disclosing
coil of tawny gold hair, lying beneath
card, upon which was written a date
and a name-that of Pierre Duval.
Like flash came back to her the scene
which had occurred so long ago, and
whose chief actor had disappeared again
so entirely out of her life. She turned
toward the approaching figure, too sur
prised and excited to continue to assume
part.
II pray you," she said, entreatingly,
''tO tell me all you know of the noble
youth to whom l owe such a debt of
gratitude. Where is he, that l may seek
him out and thank him?"
"COme with me- was the answer.
land you shall know"
Then Gerald led her to seat beneath
a giant oak. The next moment he re-
moved his mask, with its accompani-
ment of flowing hair and beard, and
stood before her with his ardent soul
looking from his eager eyes.
''Do you know me?" he cried, soft
ly.
Mr.. Castleton!" exclaimed Gineyra.
"And to think l did not recognize you!
But you have changed so much it is no
wonder. Would you like to see yourself
as you looked on that morning?''
She detached the massive pendant
from her chain and touched a spring.
1t flew open, and revealed to Gerald
miniature in ivory of himself, in his
early youth. For Il moment he looked
at it, then turned to Ginevra in surprise.
She anticipated his question.
''You wish to know how | came by it.
1 painted it from memory, and it has
been my daily prayer, as each morning
l have looked at the picture, that some
time might see and thank the original.
Now, the most fervent desire of nv life
is granted. Oh, sir, tell me how | can
best prove my gratitude? For through
you my poor mothers last moments
were made comfortable, and but for YOU
she would have been laid to rest in
pauper's graver'
MAY l tell your said Gerald, softly.
Ginevra raised her eyes questioningly;
but they dropped in sudden confusion
before his earnest gaze.
"By giving me yourself" he continu-
ed, with thrill of passion vibrating
through the deep, mellow tones of his
voice. Il do not ask you thoughtlessly,
Ginevra, for my heart is filed with your
sweet image. l love you. Will you be
my wife?"
Ginevra's face shone with happy light.
1t was but taking the reality in place of
the shadow. For her heart had been
filled with Gerald's image since the
never-to-be-forgotten morning when he
came into her young life like prince
in a fairy tale.
'It is evident you were made for each
other" said Blanche, when she had list
ened to Ginevra's story. I always
wondered that Gerald did not marry.
But see now-he was waiting for
YOU"
Eyes" laughed Gerald; 'for she has
always in part belonged to me'''
THAT is perfectly true" said Ginev-
ra.
What can you mean? demanded
Blanche.
why" responded Gerald, thatevery
hair on her head has always been my