“But,” continued the judge, “I should have died, the doctor says, but for the timely emetic you gave me, madame.” “I am very glad I could pay some of the debt of gratitude I owe you, by saving your life,” she answered, in her simple, gentle way, and the old man, who was getting well again, and seemed to have years of life before him, looked at her quite tenderly. “You owe me no gratitude, for I have always been a bear to you,” he protested. “Oh, no, judge; you have always been very kind to me!” “Then, since you have such a good opinion of me, madame, suppose we get married, and make each other happy for the rest of our lives? When I die, I’ll give you a life interest in my property, and at your death, it will revert to our dear Violet.” Mrs. Shirley agreed to this offer as amiably as she always accepted the judge’s propositions; and she found, on marrying him, that her lot was very much bettered. He made quite an affectionate old husband, and dropped many of his bearish ways in honor of the timid, gentle lady who bore his name. In the golden spring-time, when the violets were blooming in the shady dells, Cecil Grant gathered to his tender heart the fair Violet of Golden Willows, to have and hold in perfect bliss forever, “until death do us part.” (THE END.) BERTHA CLAY LIBRARY ISSUED SEMI-MONTHLY The only complete line of Bertha M. Clay’s stories. Many of these titles are copyrighted and cannot be found in any other edition. ALL TITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT TO THE PUBLIC:--These books are sold by news dealers everywhere. If your dealer does not keep them, and will not get them for you, send direct to the publishers, in which case four cents must be added to the price per copy to cover postage.