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The Wingham Times, 1896-01-31, Page 2IN 6- TOMS. JANUARY '3i, Iter►. '•� ,i11M !Mkt,ollNii}iI�� ttroteeteaaeea "A Wrea'ter;' .cont nate Akan, W!. .M. ""Mr, 71°" 6"1131171:4) neverY mucin ui- wrecking was. the mast natural occupa- tereeted in you, Matt!" tion in the world. Brinkley looked at The girl nodded her head vigorously; lien, tmaginiug that she must be prac- then, remembering the odious caress to ticime some wild joke;. He had certainly which Mr, Monk had subjected her, she heard. of wreckers, but he had always, began to rubber cheek again. believed that they were a species .o1 "Why is Mr• Monk ;so interested in humanity which. lead belonged to past you? 150 you kuaw?" centnries, and were nowt; as extinct es ce. lt'reps i' s.'cause he found nee when men: moth But the girl evidently "tuella;I. come ashore." wslrtat she said, and thought there 'rime " Oli, ho found you, did he? Then nothing eatraordinary in the statement: why doesn't he keep your "That sea clout look ugly, do it'" she "Ire ,1o, only I live along o' William continued, pointing at the ocean, "But MOM his ,.acro e. essecn an tee 'n%n;3",r T"GU'arte; Maw me weedier, r, ea uesa of a Eos-howa L well on the Kent. said. There was also, another cm i(aus.thing But Matt wuwa d. not com alys. which the •cuiugnt en noticed; .thatatlx ' one jerk. she' freed herself rcixna 1 word '"wreck!' seezuuec1 to aef like rlmaegie then, swift as lightning shee ran. batik , en the othine members of bile enes'sacross the bills,towards the seae household. .fi1 the first mltenticnot it the alp mantstarted from his sleep.c:anll Ill before h1m„ C'�• TBB' a headland,. g out to sea Thatnight'the Towne a � h- it be grime: tin' in wi' then whl(t au(. the out thorn all moved h pi -Addington,. lex tt f Abdar"'°l n Souletmines he: wvas� wancleraug: was stormy s11O1 es,, watohiug lie now sat• starer g ) seam alatOwS ecaTa eineeni♦.It•, evidently i4r"iag g be 'was: staiamdi iia )' m rl,af the wiggle.,e uomnoot ``E•A., ",thele van had curious theazns, and through - Matt 'kea tido,, William—drrftan' jai wi' the tide." s. ° y Tones." g g. it its; there's rocks out there, where the "• Surat up, old ruan„" said 1'v illittan, the ; rreeks, of nighty argosies;. agau: he Again Brinkley began whistling light- ships slilit ort; thenrthey go all to pieces, 1 giving his, father a nudge; then -turning was i>J mysterious caverns., unclor eatb ly, and. working away vigorously with and the thiugs comp ashore, h tliiz again to. Bsinlirey, lm� said:''''El'''them the ground„ seax'cliing f+ar:anil. finding hip brash. Presently the conversation I a , 1 „ id nixed d- i "� And what becomes of all the igs, Wes true„ master?" burled. tr eas i e • still again lie' was begirt gain. Matt?"i,li? Oh, es; perfectly truce. said staalainng:m the decks + stornn-tesse „Matt, what things dict you conic "Some of 'era's stole, and some of I Bri irkio�:, being in a, lively helmet.,dna vessels,. while the bre.alters theaulered ashore int" 'em's took by the coast guards. "Tey determined to g ve his hast a treat. claire at hand and the Dale-fia'es binned "Ion have" do say," she added, mysteriously, aously, "as The' expression *the eyes, of William on lonely headlands, Bret at all times "You clever heard whether any- there's lots o' things—gold and silver— Jones even greedy. 1 i places Matt, was; coin thing was failed with you which might hid among thein sand hills, Before the, �, P'raps," ho said, ' ` more greedy. seen sono aenion� lead to your finding. your relations t Roast guards tong all the fold. was them �vreeks ' Ana, cul ously snol>Igli;, Myth in his "No; no more has William Jones" evreckers, like William Sones, and they "Dear rue, gas," answered Brinldey, dreamwas very different teethe Matt of E3 says maybe they'll find me some day used to get what ccino ashore, and they t cleterrnincd to give rhes reins to his im- tivalcin * reality ta11Hn and bi i„hto;—in e y 3 3 used to hide it in the sand bilis. and reward him, but Mr, MOM?: says 1 determine "I've Neon any numberosi of fact, asbeautiiul atria vision carr be; so • they were all drowned,. and I ain't got eIndeed, Then, if that is the case,teem Huge ships larohion ap likes . that his spirit was es full cut a strange no friends 'eept him and William J nes,' why don't they take the treasures up and I matel�aboxcs incl every foul on board • sensation of love and pity, and the " Well, since he found you, I sur p havee turn it into money?" (Iron lied; then afterwards — touch of the warrn:little hand:. disturbed hes ought to know; and since you "'yirlly 2 ,Cause tllift sand hillsm is ,Ali, yes, mister," said William his epirit with. my ster`ious• a+u.cy, So vivid no solations, Matt, and no. claim Roe illus changing and shifting about they I Jcnes; eagerly as the other paused; diel, this foolish dream become at last anybody in the world, it wets very l are ; though the know eve�ll enol h the ofMr. Monk to keep you instead of send- things is there, there's no findin of'enr !" I „ alter"--- that he found himself seated e a sunny "• Well, afterward, my friend, I've rock by the sea by Mart's. side; and he ing y ou to the workhouse as hes might "I .always tlmaalbllt William Jones was I seen treasures come ashore that ,Auld was talking to her like a lover, with iris have done." pear?' „ bed l2att; bice macro you and me, and a .dozen arm around heal waist,, and. she turned On• this point Matt weaned rather sleep ""tip hes is, be says ! rep ' m hes others such, rich for life." to him with her groat eyes• fixed on his, tical. "cause though he be illus foraging, , I "Dear, dear! and what beeomee of it, and kissed hhu over and over again so `"Well," continued Brinkley, as he don't find much . new on account o mister—tell lie that's", passionately that lie awoke! went on lightly touching his weork. "per- those coastguard chaps." '" What became of it?" repeated Brink- It was blowing hart., and the rain. haps I have done my; equestrian friend a After they had rested themselves they 1 ley, whose imagination ;bas beginning was pelting a; ainst theroaf of the Cara- wrongbelies . Perhaps his ;perha bre exterior went a little further up the cliff, then 1 y , it was a nee riot - his real nature ; perhaps hems good to give way;why, pl P van. Ho tried to €'a to sleep again„ p p they followed a narrow winding path ! ed, of course, by tine populatfpa." but the face of Matt. (as ho had sten it and kind, generous to the poor, willing which brought thorn to the shorn below. `And didn't you 'take your share, in his dream) kept him for a long time, to help the helpless—like you, for in• Here Nlatt, who seemed to be pretty :,=e11 inisterr" awake. stance, „ k grounded in the history of the place, : 'T?" repeated Brml.ley, who Was get- Now young man," be said to hila- „ Is it him? exclaitnecl Matt; "Monk, t}•ng muddied, "Well, no—firstly, be- self, " this is Mastic. In the first place{. of Monkshurst! Why, he don't give coasted hien out the wonders of the coast. She showed him, the caves,'which , cause I didn't wish to—I have a super- Blatt is a child, not a young woman.; in ,edit,' to nobody, 1ti fear,"tradition said had been formerly used as stitious horror of wearing dead inch's the second place, she is a vulgar little "And yet, according to your own wreckers' haunts and treas.lre-stores, things; and secondly, because 1 could thing, not a young lady; in the third showing, he has helped to support You but which Were now washed by the sea, not have done so had I wished, The place, you ought to be ashamed of awe - whatever these years—you, -who have no claire and covered with slimy weeds; then the people are clannish; they wanted it all self for thinking of sentiment at 111 in whatever upon him brought him to the promontory where for themselves and would have killed snob a tonne: tion. Is your brain raft This was an Olin they toldher s e ers an mer g • M VG:tVrLy ( a'°' J ``'':" ! atosagacity to 'understand. in ner hetpthaat new got no'fiiend-^1•laven't t tom you that development meant. before '' Certainly you have, Mr. Monk," re- CHAPTER V/: , turned William. Jones, meekly; " but • look ye no,, I think "---- I ALSO CONCLUDES WIT A KISS. " 'You've no right to think,"thunder- When Matt awoke the nest morning. ed Moult; " you're not paid for think- the first thing she did was to look around fug; you're paid for keeping the girl, for her Sunday clothes,e Bch placedon ie - and whet more do you want?" Matt,"ing to rest she had caret on, and in he continued, in a softer tone, come to side her bed, g ane " . their place lay the habiliments she was But Matt didn't hear—or at any rate, accustomed to wear on her erratic pile did. not heed; for she made 'no move. gHerges face every grew cloudy; she minted all meat, Then Monk, gazing intently , .ler, gave vent to the same remark as round the chamber, but, finding nothing William Jones had done a few hours be- that she e sought, she best was she colompelled to array Toro. "' Where have you been to -day," he "William Jones," she said, when she • ;;aid, "to have on that frock?" sat with that we ct dna whohermit's break - Again Matt hung her head and was fast of dry bra Y " ;lent. Monk repeated. the question; my Sunday cloth fill' cued a bit, ulnen he and, seeing that he was determined to Willa g have an answer, she threw up her head said: • defiantly and said, with a tone of pride " They're put where you won't find • in her voice: I 'em. Look ye now, Matt, you'd best be "I put it on to be took!" • after dein sommat useful than rennin' "To be took?"repeated. Monk. about after paintthis er chap. nd waIdown "Yes," returned Matt; to have my on the shore likeness took. There be a painter chap heaps o' wood—you'd best get some of it eee here that lives in a cart; he's took it." afe night!" e snort, but said nothing. It was cul-ipus to note the changes inMattg, 'Mr. Monk's face, At first he tried to A few mrnutes.later liner benigni.lp©ote- appear amiable; then his face gradually tor left the cottage, and darkeneduid into a look of angry suspicion. disappeared Matt issued forth; but in - Mari Hover once withdrew her eyes from stead of beating the shore for firewood, him—his very presence seemed to rouse as she had been told to do, she ran across all that was bad in her, and she glared the fields to the painter. at him through her tangled locks in She fouud. him already established at much the same manner as a shaggy ter- his work. The fact was ho had been might gaze at a bull which for some time strolling about with his iter puppy it w=olid fain attack, but feared on ac- hands in his pockets, and scanning tho count of its supeiior strength. prospect on every side fen a sight other. "Matt," said. Mr. Monk again, "come Having got tired of this characteristic here." occupation, he at length sat down and This time she obeyed; she rose slowly began to put a few touches to the por- from her seat and went reluctantly to trait. Seeing that he was unconscious his side. - of her approach, Matt crept up quietly "Matt, look me in the face," he said. behind. him and took a peep at the pie - "Do you know who this painter is?" tire. • Matt sho►k her head. Her black eyes dilated with pleasare. "How many times have you seen "" Oh, ain't it beautiful!" she exeIar-n- him?" ed R, ""And what has he said to you?" ��. - "A lot o' things." "Tell me one thing." "`He asked. me who my mother was, tier sound; so ho continued: P 1 a have come yo•,,., n Mr,litMonk's face once more grewgood. I1 i• i"'_ " o ", :" So you have come atlast,"said 'Brinkley quietly, going on with his painting. She made no movement and. no far - Tl ` he to which Matt 3 h herself hadbeen f•ound y • t ferin� ttrangor ening, youngster? or are you laboring lead no solution. She said no more, but This spot Brinkley examined curiously, • tI suppose mister, there be no coast- under the malign ,influence of William Brinkley, while he continued painting, 'guard. p then he looked. at the girl. '' rel chis there?" said William Jones. Jones? The kiss you gave to his unso- lently rmn.nated thus "I suppose you,,had clothes on when ""uh., dear, no! No coast -guards." ' sl phistaeated daughter of the desert was 1t strikes this puzzle wculcl be e • ashore didn't you Matt? ""Ah.1" sighed the old roan, coming out paternal, or say amidable; it was a very I the key, buta 1 in half - Per cps, since the ;'a . cave, dentlydislikes my coming into tom- ' His cave! Whore is that?" asked easy to put a light on the headland, and waking state, he felt like a bo/in love. o of on wr m .er In • ey / a S rl Ccs me worth unraveling., if could„ only finch yo"Why, of course I had. William Stites ` of his trance. ' "It won't so long ago eco kiss, bht it;'has no right to make the ltay, unary, is the young person has got 'ern r 'when there warn t no coastguard chaps you dream of stuff and nonsense," h if knew how to use her? "Has he? Where here neither. Then times w as better for But the infll.,erneo of the dream was Perhaps, tunable Monk evi- •" lits I expect honest men. On a dark night 'twits over him and in drathalf s eels g, t' h 1 But it would 1 1,1 becoming very much nntelest- sometimes w e got a prize or two that He found himself calculating t e a munlOa •1 , - g - 1 t 1 the etise before her, since way didn't we • Wil ram dear? but his own friend. Let hint see l it was He threw down. . w lain one thequestion remained How old 'was stretched li n ! i g his parent a very forcible dig in the she on that interesting • occasion? As 'Look here, Matt, I'm tired of wenn. Matt's information on the snbjegt was rebs. `"You don't .:now what you're far as -he could make out from her ap- onshining ea those sand titins and t6 vague that it seemed useless to instk talkin' about, you don't. The olcl'un is pearance she couldt not be more than. on the far-off sea ia'too tempting. I atte a wroth, so, after a regretfalropotlook bit gowalk and on, if you arehe rocks Brinkley proposed that a queer in his head, master," he ex- sixteen. For aC daiirsel of that age her in the for a Y t jai led ; "and he's allus a-deeamin', he lass was decidedly h recocious. in rite n.00cl, shall be my guide." they should saunter back along the P She evidently was in the mood, for shore. is. There ain't no prizes here,the Lord • At last he ttun�led off again and Sh ,knows; it's a'most as Much as e can da dreamed that Matt was a young lady of she was on her feet in, an instant. " 1 '= By the w•ay," said he " I Jones." you.- to git a; bit o' bread.' Matt knows that; beautiful attire and captivating man . ""All right, master, she said, •"I'll to introduce ane to Wiliam ,don't eo, Matt?"nos, to whom he was "engaged,". and go."T " To William a as t• l'' •' ' But whatever Mattknew she evident- her speech, strange to say, -was quite "Very ' well. Tim, 'bring forth some ""Yes. Strange as tlxe faneymay seer, meant to keep to herself, for she gave poetical and refined; and they walked t of none." er laps: tow you rcfrc ;hmcnt. We will refresh the inner to you, 1 should like for once in my life • no reply. Presently, after a little more together, hand in hand, to a country andItoldhimI1eon got black be enough to step rennet that 1 Mee man and girl before w o start."to stand face to face .with a real 11TH • general conversation; Brinkley rose to church on a green hillside, sand were continuo my wort. am on •• Tim disappeared into the Caravan, wrecker. •go, Ile offered a twoishilling piece to just going to enter v enwhohahonlda as n g „ a " kin anti ruin„ and refresh my memory twrtha sight o y cru F�esently ho tea eared bearing a small The made their evay bac.. along the '`So he said, "poking g p . I 1 lip a small flask of Y William Jones; and, somewhat to his pear lt'ion the threshold but Mr. Moph, art until they reached William t that worthy "accepted. it of Monkshtust 1 But they passed him • He's aheain'tscoundrelly vagabond!" g1 This he Il for Brinkley to take a glance M tt'' 1d Brinkley. But the pa_sou stood "`No, he ain't," rare*.t abluntly. •" •h t' locked un—my nremo:••� I ` ' tl � stopl•wliiLh his mss- gat the gaainC clwellint;, then they cross-' �� t •'ce Matt was besaclo hiin. robes, an p. r use ers o ay if she is the key, rho is quite iiucon- Dunne," returned Matt; perhaps it's now„-- r fifteen years singe, in her own figs rative scions of it herself." somewhere here about. I've seen Wil- ""You shut up'" roared William, giv' expression, she " come ashore," ,'nd i 1 is brash rose and 1' 3 s come about hero I have but , 1 ineolf and. said: 1 ever could track hire! king questions. I thought as inac�. face, att! tai , on vitt ryas co oma omen , ,, r' „ Well, youean't,"saidM'xtt; `they're luaudv, a large jug of milk, some bis Jones's cottage. Here they paused, =ratefully. " by and stood before the altar, where aborad, ` t " 1 if tt locked np' chits and a couple of asses.principally g peed -by, a , ' sa` t d in Iris white "" " Mr. Monk, tak- Eh—what's s ulacecl on .e c, mp r . in a trice d whentheparson ask- Matt, my c o Beld` 'n no notice of her intelritption, "I or your face`!" to had just vacated; and which, when ed the threshold. What sort o� a place ",I'm going to show you the evay," elle ed aloud whether any one saw Mg g 11 not 1 table. d t t it was utterly hupossi-r want you to promise me something.' �, smile andsofmnllit out with h' into any just ,. She saw him sin I 1 out two lasso bre for Brinkley to tell; it was so dark h7. t ask - "What is it?" ateg t h • • _ h flask til' Ha`*ilig crossed. >, 1 when they the pair should j� "`Not to go near thatpainter again!" guessed.i. _ mutinous. � '• '• g ` y ld therefore, he paused, but cabin; "tile open many the swine o It w*as cle n Matt could suppreei-. natin rise as a seat, s•Hrvoc as a a e. he had. go into, e.;plained as she even w1 n nn banter. u e Brinkley poured glasses , the afireason oy impediment that t +" that hes was laughin a er, then looking at Matt, he held the . as i he co ticl see no ing. 'Whew' said Brinkley ev yh uld be bed ur holy ma ri grew black and o M illi stepped forward, Matt shook her head. and her face on high, the threshold, went were fairly clear. of the 1 "Shan't promise," she said, "cause I She would have slunk off, but his voice ""Brandy, Hiatt?" Matt fearlessly forward, struck a air is better than .that den; but then with a seine toplielian smile, and 1She shock her head, light, and ignited the rush light on thecried, " Yes,. I do!" • On which the shall go. My likeness ain't took yet-- stopped her. „ g g William Jones is very Boor, isn t he, young man awoke again in agitation, to - he takes a time, he does. I'm going to " Come here, Matt, he said. "Don't «v ery well, -child; I think you are . table. Matt?" put them things on to -morrow and be be silly, child.; tell me what's the mat- wise. Here, take the milk and drink "Gilliam Jones, she said, hero be ""He says he is." find that it was broad daylight ana a has' believe t?" Fane, fresh sninmer horning. took again." ter, and—why, what become o confusion to your enemies! the pamper. ' -""But don't you e leve r milk d drank light f th flicl-ering rush 1 ' I don't it Wlmom shol.id he find welting for him locked For "a moment the light in his eyes your resplendent raihent—your gorge- Matt tool: the gla,�s of an By the rg o e r g "" P'raps I do, and r raps on ; d dlanae~olts then he smi•a<I and ons 3 1t c ,,] hastened. t di Brinkley 0 looked tbont him d t?" • when he had dressed himself and step- ped from the house o patted her cheer. at which caress s shrunk away. up." g'avdr5nmo orders to Tint, and they start- of the queer tittle room; then his eye They went on for awhile in silence; herself 1 Yes, there "" particular ceu i1ntS whom, from been furtive. and. quaintly attired as ever, quite un - up:" Sunda • clothes?" to $ ' o light n w > t s ru wheels but Mtttt -dangerous, he '` Didn't I tell you?—they're lute a rime was,as .wild "`What's the matter;" he asked. �' Indeed? no it 'cause edl o.x. As thea Iniad no fell upon rho o p +then 11latt, 'who had Y "Nothing„,"said Matt. '"I don't like Yes, William Jones done object in view, they choose the pleasant Matt's description he recognized as watchinc3 his face all the while, spoke like the ethereal individual s of his to be pulled about, that's all." he told him. He don t want me to come route, and clearly the pleasantest lay William Jones and the gi izzly author of again : dreams ; but for all that her Smile was ""You mean you don't lila me?"here and be took."across the . sand -hills. Not because the his being. "You ain't angry, are you, master?" like sunshine and: her eyes as roguish "`Don't know. That's telling." " Oh! `Cell you what it as, Math, v, e sand -hills were pleasant in themselves The Old man, who, Brinkley perforce she asked. and friendly as ever. "" t you've no cause to hate me, will have our own way in spite of them they were not, especially on a hot clay admitted, certai.ly bore some resew- "".I angry—what for?" Conscious of his dream he bluslit d, And ye goo, -1 friend to you For the present this picture shall be put when the stuff was scorching the roads Malice to the Ii embrandtish head which ""'Cal.se I said that just now." while greeting Iter with a friendly nod. Matt, for I ye been a g shall,because I like you, aside. If in a day o1" so you can again and making rile sea .ilio amill-pond— Matt had recognized, sat dozing fitfully • „Dear me, no ; whd !ever you might •a d; adding to hiihbself, " This weon't do —and always Matt.Do you understand, I lore yell?" dun your Sunday 1raiment, and sit to me but because by crossing the sand bilis by pro hearth, while his son was busily say, Matt, wouldn't oi�end me."s, anxious did he seem toimpress this again in them—if not, I dare say I shall olio came on time other side upon a foot employed in mending an old lantern.the if he expected to please her by this he at all, my gentleman; if the young per - So anof Brinkley son continued to appear daily, the Cara w ,,while tin ey don t matter o you, oe ncl dispose of the other. Therm he At a glance he noted some of the details ""Not the least in the world:' upon her that he put lois arm around her be able to finish the dress from memory. path whu11 lead by various windings, Upon the entrance 1 d and was itaken. d ^ van will line to moo nn "' waist, drew her towards him, and kised That portrait I shall give to you. In the f th Il' Jones, stssnmmna a most ob , Matt had evidently her on the cheek, a ceremony he had meantime, as I want one for myself, I gradually drum until she gamed Y ever performed before. But Matt will paint you as you are. Do elm ap- seemed -by no means to appreciate the prove !' honor; as his lips touched. her cheeks she Matt nodded her head vigorously. shivered, and when he released her she " Very well," said Brinkley. ` Theu began rubbing at the place as if to wipe we will get on." 'bhe touch. away. He removed from his easel and care - If Mr. Monk notion' this action on the fully covered the portrait upon t�lrich part of the girl, he deemed it prudent to he has been working. Then he put up take no notice of it. He said a few more a fresh cardboard, and sat down, mvit- pleasant things to Matt, and again pat- ing Matt to do the same. Ad her cheek affecticteately; then he left With the disappearance of the Sunday the cottage, taking William Janes with clothes the girl's stiffness seemed to hila, Ten minutee later William Jones have disappeared also, and she became returned alone. again a veritable child of nathre. She " Where is he?" asked Matt. looked like a shaggy young pony fresh ""Meaiin" Mr. Monk, Matt—he be from a race on the mountain side, as she gone!" said William Jones. threw herself on the ground in an atti- " Gone for good?" demanded Matt, to to which was all picturesqueness and impatiently. beauty. Than, with. her laluinp, sun - "NO, he ain't. Matt; he'll be down btllnnt hand, she began to carelessly pull here to -mmol -ow, he will; and you'd best up the grass, while her black eyes be at limner' searched alternately the prospect and Matt said nothing tams time; she only the painter's face, turned away sullenly and shrugged her Presently she spoke: Shoulders. "Ho says you're a pryin' scoundrel," "" Matt," said Wm. Jones, presently. sire said.. ""'Well?" Brinkley looked up' and smiled.. "Mr. Monk seeins uncommon fond of "Who is he, hratt'e" you, he do." `S,Ir. Monk," she replied, and gave a, Hiatt reflected for a moment, then she jerk with her head in the direction of Dlolrlislulrst. replied: "Oh, indeed." said. Brinkley. "It is I wvon+Zer what ho's fond o' me for, my amiable equestrian friend, is 1t? I'm William Jones." sure I'm much obliged to him. And " Well, 1 ammo; 'cause he is, 1 sap- evhen, may 1 ask, did lie bore you with now," returned William Jones, haying his opiition of me? no more logiettl answer at his coin- "Lest night, 'when he come to see mend. William Jones, He said 1 wasn't to be e At work?" be true," + No, I am t, t s true, . ''. " said Matt: "ire dont took no more, cause yott• wits a scoundrel t!:iv eUT HIS AIM notrNn ;!Izela ,rap !xlsszali • gut yet -ire only a child—a very runt 'fain t that," p „ Yes, trllitg the fields or i'ishing. By ' Brinkley looked sit his host for min ause,I m me, William Jones. king and prying. the way,1 forget to ask you, is he a tete or so in silent wonder, for the little • Wait On 'ing Mamai R1i11d, I admit --bat to talk of holy in Tose me c d 1 should rat p° ' f.?" t time, an Brinkley began vigorously •whistle, and wear fisheama man wwas teetsfeemed, Instead of toe- mulsive way, Matt returned the kiss rimon'y in such a connection is exettse,' 111 nt a sunt, „ p r, , y; a my fIankilose - ;pre, ester4us, People like to kilo, rr;.:it that summit s, I an �W a, while a touching re- "No, he' ain't,' said Matt. "H'e's a Mg' about him with the starlit es res- a curl then to her amazement, she o ld," his work. Then e looked up and re ' vreckei', he 1st"t e'h" •,thrill on' tall TIM his face had gave one strange look into his ey s cam a mere, me,is ,".•••. " William Jon elooked at her, eoneci- memo&ttte.p,rl cluias4"r ."c ureas";"sxciahiie'dli#rinklemr, ',.7r,,arw,l e-i,�te„t e nnri itt.+:” rher.mead. t that the t. - a new development to the top of breezy cliffs. • lantern was quickly 'thrown aside, _ She ran a little ahead of him, an con-ile11t1 something on her `To the sand -hills, therefore, the Williamtl tinned to precede wended their way. Havingg gained sequiotts manner, hastened to give a the last sandh111 and caught a glimpse mind. After looking at Brri.liley thougilt- theui, they followed a route which Matt welcome to the stranger. Brinkley was of the Caravan.' Then she paused. fullyforsome minutes, she exclaimed. ' thknewto full well,nand which soon brought amused,He seat, then he lit up his epted William Jones's "You don't want me to go any fur- abruptly! am Jones don't north- Duri the narrow footpath singularlyg brons 1- rifer pipe, and,while smoking lazily, he they, do you?" er, it more ones Williamlike youoes's h- ent and walk she was e , root p , No. ehat," Hirt+ workkley seemed to be busily put a few questions to his host. But if . "" All right—Good-by." ""Dear me," said the young mail, "I'm try ing to out some abstruse prob- he expected to gain information of any She gave a baalul, lake a youngdeer, very sorry for that., leu. which had taken possession of his kind expected was soon undeceived. William and prepared to start for a swift run "" He says - Wi ram Jones says . brain sones was no fool. Combined with ex— back, but the young man called her. 1 d 11 the dun ' • come hero rying and spying, 'When they had followed the footpath cessive avarice, he possesse a "" Matt Como here!' for some distance and had. gained. the Hing of the fox, and the momenthesaw She came up to him. He put his arum D0 you?" green sward on.the top of the cliffs, the thiit the stranger was pumping .aim he about up t shoulders, bent over' hes up - lightly, dear Matt," replied the young yorung man threw tt to if upon the was on his guard. s curiosityturned face, anal kissed her. In her im• man lightly, "I cpme here as a lntmble grass and invited Matt to do the same. Presently, however, his , artist, seeking subjects for my surpass - It was very pleasant there, soothing gained the clay, Categorically, in his , both to the eye and to the mind. The turn, he began to question Brinkley j cliff was covered—somewhat sparsely, about his doings. _ it is true --with. stunted: grass; and just " I suppose now, master; sant he below, on their right, lay the ocean, "you travel about a deal in that cart o' calm as any mil! gond, but sighing soft• your','?" ly as the water hissed the reeks and Brinkley explained that the " cart" in flowed back again with rhythmic throbs. question Nadi been in. his possession only On their left lay the sand hills, glitter- a few months, ing like dusty gold in the sun -rays, " But I traveled a good deal 'before I while just before and below them was got it," he explained. year „„ ”" This time last the village. lan " Do you see that hotise standing all " InIwas Irelanind, masIreted.r? by itself, close to shore?" said Matt, "Yes, on the "west coast; do you know pointing to the cottage where she lived. it?" " That belongs to William liana Jones. And, William Jones shook his head, look ye none there be William Jones on " There be plenty wreck there, ain't the rocks1 there;"'said ho sudclerily�.. Looking down, Brinkley beheld. afig- "tiVreck " relI)oatcd 13rinkley, erful ire moving along the rocks, just where ""Yes, 1:'ve hearer tell o woad the water touched the edge. storms and big ships breaking up. Look "Very lazy. ttf William Jones," he ye now, they do tell wonderful tales; said. " Why isn't he at work?" and 1 wonder sometimes if all they say •x,. ing genius to work upon. If it is pry- ing and spying to attempt to penetrate into the beauties of nature—both scenic, animal, and human -I fear I must plead guilty; but otherwise—" ; • She interrupted him with an impati- ' ent exclamation; accompanied by a hitch of her pretty shoulders. Don't talk like that; for then I Y know vou:re chaffing. Talk serious, and I'll tela: you something." All right. I'll be serious es a parson. Gro ahead!" " Mr. Monk, of Monkshurst, wants to marry me. He said so to William Jones." The information was delivered with assumed carelessness; but after it teas given Matt watched the effect of it uni- on the hearer with precocious interest. Brinkley opened bis eyes in very natural amazement. " Colne, come, Matt; you're joking:" I , ,,