CONCLUSION.

To Palomar he flew—told all that he Had learned—laid the proof before them—described The house where Cedric lived—told of the battle on The dock—how Morales died—the bags of Gold from Mexico. Thus aided, Cedric Woke as from a dream, remembered all; then Placing Zola’s hand in his, withdrew to Be alone with sacred memories. Hand In hand the lovers blissful roved among The crags and overhanging boughs where she Had watched unseen, for him. Led him thro’ the Brake, in forest solitudes, where lemon Lilies nestling grow, and clinging vines And nodding ceanothus plumes bedrape The foliage in Nature’s millinery. With love and kisses roamed until the day When proudly and triumphant, Gilbert led Them thro’ the avenues of spreading palms and Vine-clad arches of the hacienda. His mother welcomed her with tears of joy, “Her daughter”—then met the fathers—met in Glad surprise—for Cedric Vaughn and Homer Lee stood face to face; again renewed the Old time bonds of love and friendship made the Stronger. Then came another presence on The scene. Radiant in the ripened bloom Of womanhood—as beautiful as in The happy days of old—came Dora Lee To welcome Cedric Vaughn and Lola’s child. On the Gilbert rancho (named for him), in the Dreamy quiet of a summer eve, while Softly chimed the distant mission bells, At the hacienda, sweet Zola Vaughn And Gilbert Lee were wed. And when the Autumn came, and vine, and bough and field gave Forth their richest fruitage, and falling leaves Betokened ripeness—the sure reward Of patient waiting—two faithful souls were Joined as one. Again rang forth the silvery Chime of wedding bells—old mission bells—that Echoed from the gilded cross above its Hoary walls, a benediction sweet as Incense from its altars. Long, long ago Back to the happy scenes of youth they sailed, And left the hidden cabin to decay.