It was Stuart, her lover! Her hands, clasped together, were clasped against her throbbing heart, her lips murmured his name silently; but still she stood motionless; and Stuart’s eye went from the unknown woman in the hood and cloak to the child. “He’s all right now, Mrs. David; there is no fever. You will have him as jolly as ever in a day or two.” “Oh, thank you, sir! And you yourself, sir--you ain’t got no harm?” “Not a bit,” laughed Stuart, cheerily. “Sea water does not hurt me; I am used to it. I have been in a gale or two at sea, you know. It is rough weather, though, to-day, Mrs. David.” “That it is, sir. Here’s her ladyship, sir, quite done up by the wind. She’s honored me with resting a while.” Stuart stared. How blind he had been! How could he have overlooked that slender figure? His heart burned within his breast, he could hardly restrain his joy. And Margery? In a moment her doubts, her sad misgivings vanished; she knew that her love lived again in all its strength and sweetness. It had been clouded, not overcome. She moved from the window and put out her hand. “I know this gentleman, Mrs. David,” she said, steadily, though her limbs were trembling. “He is my cousin.” “Your ladyship’s cousin?” exclaimed the woman, in surprise. “Oh, sir, that brings you closer to my heart! I’ve told my lady all about it.” “How brave you were!” murmured Margery, as she drew her hand from Stuart’s firm clasp. “Brave! I did nothing. But, come, cousin--you ought to be going. Shall I see you home? Will you let me?” “If you please.” Margery bent and kissed the child softly, then put out her hand to Mrs. David. “I will come to-morrow and see how he is. Don’t forget to send to-night.” “I will not, thank you again and again, my lady!” Margery smiled, and walked to the door. The small, homely room seemed suddenly illumined by a strange, mysterious light, golden and strong as the sun. Stuart drew the door after them, then put out his hand without a word, and Margery placed her own in his. He led her from the cottage to a sheltered spot, and then stood looking down at her with eyes that shone like stars in the passion of his love. “Margery,” he said, quietly, “I have come to you. Have you no word of hope for me?” She stood silent for an instant, then raised her lovelit eyes to his. “One word,” she whispered--“stay!” “My darling, my own, my own forever, it has come at last!” THE END. No. 111 of the NEW BERTHA CLAY LIBRARY, entitled “The Sins of the Father,” is a romance charmingly told, that contains many unusual features, and is intensely interesting from beginning to end. POPULAR COPYRIGHTS New Eagle Series PRICE, FIFTEEN CENTS Carefully Selected Love Stories _Note the Authors!_