With heavy heart he homeward turned, yet No less loyal to his Zola. With sad Misgivings waited for the coming of The ship--long overdue--by stormy sea Kept back. Waiting, pondered gloomily; he Must go and bear the tidings that would solve The mystery of her name, but leave a Darker shadow than before. Still would she Refuse his name they would go away from Palomar. They at the rancho, left so Happily, what would he say to them? At Last with tattered sail and broken, came The ship. He hastening, learned that it would Lay at anchor there yet two days more in Mending. Hopeless, yet with strange desire to Linger there, again he visited the Hospital where Zola’s mother died; but As before, no voice could answer aught of Her; yet caught a thread of hope--an aged Priest in near-by parish _might_ remember. The father heard him,--listened eagerly; Then in his book of records found the date When Lola Vail and Cedric Vaughn were wed; And the christening of her daughter--their child. Left with him for Cedric, left by Lola, The treasure he had brought from Mexico, Lola’s diary, presents he had given, And a miniature of Cedric done by Her own hand; then to the house where they were Married and her resting place. Gilbert took The proof to Colonel Vail and together They rejoiced. He begged that he would bring his Grandchild there when they were wed, and Cedric Vaughn, that he might grasp the hand of that true Man. Now, to Gilbert’s happy heart attuned By hope’s fruition, Nature brought a new Glad song. The bird notes rang with sweeter Melody--sunshine brighter--bluer skies-- Even in the tumbling troughs of ocean’s Depth, he read the mirrored light of love and Joy. Thro’ long and dreary days beneath a Tropic sun,--in calm, or fog, or buffeted By winds adverse, the good ship sped ’til thro’ The mild Pacific’s purple haze, Point Loma came in view and then, across the Mesa, to the hacienda, _home again_. With mysterious air, and teasing told, Or partly told the story. Yes; he had Found a fairy queen and when again the Great round moon came o’er the mountain top, she, Riding on its silvery beams, would come in State,--would come with him--come to the rancho. They must “’bide-a-wee” and trusting him, wait Patiently. So he left them wondering. 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.