With a sweet unrest in her full heart, the young maiden on her couch, set herself to count up the gathered treasures of the wonderful day. How was it? Did her riding skirt really get under her feet? Would he have caught her in his arms if she had not fallen? She thought he would. And so she mused; and at last in slumber dreamed sweet maiden's dreams of love and heaven. And Bart found himself in a marvellous forest, wandering with Julia, wondrous in her fresh and tender beauty, on through endless glades, amid the gush of bird-songs, and the fragrance of flowers. And there in the dream land whence I called them, I leave them. Why should I awake them again? For them can another day so bright and happy ever dawn? I who love them, could have kept them for a bright brief space longer. I could have heard the sparkling voice of Bart, and the answering laugh of Julia--and then I should listen and not hear--look anxiously around and not see! I part in real sorrow with these bright children of my fancy, sweet awakeners of old time memories, placed amid far off scenes, to win from others, tenderness and love if they may. And may they be remembered as forever lingering in perennial youth and love, in the land of dreams. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bart Ridgeley, by A. G. Riddle