Sweet Mace: A Sussex Legend of the Iron Times

Was it a dream, or was it honest truth? Did he breathe and live and hear? Was he blind, or was she leaning out towards him, with outstretched hands, as her dear voice whispered with all the passion of her old, old love, the one word – “Gil?”

“Mace!” he cried, and with a bound he sprang to her side, to clasp her to his breast, as her own soft, round arms drew his face closer – closer to hers, and their lips met in one long, loving kiss.

Miracle? Merely such a one as love might perform; and when – how much later no one knew – the founder and Master Peasegood came slowly up, they saw and heard enough to make the latter’s heart swell with joy as the father sank upon his knees in thankfulness for the blessing that had come at last.

The End