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"Good-bye," she whispered, and
raised her lips to his. For a mo
ment they clung to each other
with all the strength and passion
of two who know that thence
forward their lives must be sun
dered forever. Then she was
gone and he was alone in the star
light and with his sorrow.
Lord Alwyn spent three days
in New York. He called on his
detective agency, but they had
learned nothing. Then he took
the train for Colorado.
It had changed hardly at all
during ten years, that wild, moun
tainous country. When he step
ped out at the depot he found the
same little station and the same
station master, though the man
did not recognize in him the boy
whom he had speeded heartily on
his way home a decade previous
ly. Lord Alwyn hired a rig and
drove the ten miles to old Aaron's
ranch. The road was still de
serted, still bordered by barren
plains whereon no crops grew.
It was not until he reached the
ranch that he came upon signs of
cultivation. Then his heart leap
ed. The little house still stood
in its location, and smoke was is
suing from the chimney.
But it could not be she! No
doubt the place was leased. That
accounted for the cultivated
fields for the girl would never
have come back to manage the
farm alone. Alwyn drew rein at
the door, hitched his horse to the
old post, and knocked. A woman
opened it. It was Eva, dressed
as a rancher's daughter, a rake
over her shoulder, her hands
dusty with hap, but Eva matured:
no, it was not Eva. It was
Lord Alwyn staggered against
the door and his hands, groping
feebly, found hers and held them.
"Do you know me now, dear
est?" she whispered. "Have you
found her again, this Eva, this
"Alice!" he said, chokingly, "it
is you?" You are Eva?"
She placed her arms round his
neck and drew his head down to
"'You couldn't have known,
dearest," she whispered. "It was
cruel of me to try you so long.
Hew could you have recognized
the ignorant farmer's girl in Alice
Pasquale, the singer, the Italian
nobleman's adopted daughter?
But I have waited for you so
long, my dear!
"When I left you that day it
was with the resolve to claim you
when I had become worthy of
your love. I suffered in New York
three years until I had acquired
an education at night; then a wo
man engaged me as her compap
ion to go abroad. She believed
in my powers as a singer, she had
me taught by the best masters ;
then Count Pasquale adopted
me and you know he rest. And
every year I have come back as
Alice Pasquale. I bought the
ranch again. I come here during
haying time because I knew
some day you would come back."
"Never to leave you, dear," he
answered. "This is our honey
moon at last."
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.