The Springdale news., 1890-01-24
WHAI DID HE Skf? LIGHT 1T LAST. BY SYEyANtS COBB, JR,
 CHAPTER ".
CHATTER ".
SHE PORGAVE HIM.

wits strange eagernes in her man 1 Ter as she arose il was with Mr. 1 Seymour, she had been told, that Bert Gerald had gone 10 Europe two years before. What was he to teil of Bert?
 She advanced. led bv her host.
 Miss Everleth, Mr. Seymour" She stood betore tall, strange man, and gazed up into handsome, manly face, slightly bronzed by exposure. and ornamented bv glos- sy dark flowing whlslers and mus ] tache. Tbe chin was shaven, and there WAS dIn.ple in It's center. She bad put oat her hand and then drawn 1t pack, starting at the same i time with an emotion that WIS al- most 0ver1oweriug; and as she gag. ed inlo the face before her, and met it's earnest, absorbing look, the color .orsook her cheeks, and her right hand was pressed upon her bosom. Surely, she could not be mistaken. l. was too real for T dream, and there could not be TWO faces wearing that well-remcmbcr- ed aud long treasured look.
 The new conner saw and under stood, and gaining possession of the gIrl's hand, which he held in both his own, ho said, with smile --a snlle that warmei her heart, and brought back the color to her i cheeks.
 Miss EverIeth, If there has been n seeming deception l trust you will paruon me. am IS truly Bert Gerald as 1 am Albert Sey. mouf. Bert, my intimate friends always called me, and Gerald Is my middle uamc-the family name of my mother. Will sou grant ne pardon, first, and listen to expla- nation afterward27
 He was pardoned, ard something in the grateful, tender look with which he thanked her made her very happy.
 Until late in the evening the con Yersation flowed free ly, the bdrden thereof being borne by Seymour, who told of his ex!erlence and his adventures abroad. He had been a keou and critical observer, stor- ing hIs mind with rare treasures, which he dealt out to his hearers Ill iangua ge ehaste, puro aud fact hating.
 That night, when Julia retired lo her chamber, her thoughts were iu Il whirl. and et there were gleams ot an inguIte joy when might Tn time be hers.
 In tho smoEirg-room the host and his newly arrived guest sat uP later.
 Tell me the truth, Bert said the doctor, pursUln. Il subject aI- ready introd uced, and speaking seriously. Have you come back with the same feeling In your heart that you confessed to me before yoa went away
 Jack" returned Seymour, not lmpuls ively, butwlth the strength Of deep solemnIty, Il have cherish ed her image as sacred treasure Tn my heart, and 1 have loved her more and more. 1 feel now that II l cannot win her the best pal of my lie must hencetorth be q blank. l know that my art If l am true to myself, will give me means; and | know l can do more than to hvc.'
 My dear, Bert, do not dlspalr. If Julia Everleth does not love you, if she has not loved you, anu you alone, from the first, then l an blind. '
 Jack.
 Il belIcye it Is true, my boy. wouldn't have told you this had not felt sure that you were the one man to make that true loyal woman happy
 Jack, bless you-bless. You don, t know what heaven you have i opened to me.
 On the next oay, while McElroy was absen. visiting patients, and while Barbara was busy about her household duties, Albert Seymour found Julia alone III the drawing room, engaged Tn copying, with l crayon, sketch from an art four.