Connecticut western news., 1881-03-16
KATE'S LOVERS.
A Story of Brave and Manly Deed.

A Story of a Brave and Manly Deed.
 The good people of Trepont are very primitive race, knowing little of the world beyond their own little fish ing village. Few strangers ever deem it worth their while to visit the place, for it is out of the beaten track of tour- ists. Occasionally some enterprising pedestrian, knapsack on back, will pause for an hour to look at the caves, and then pass on to Trelythen. Occasion ally roaming artist, wandering in search of the picturesque, stumbles over the place, and sketches whatever choice "bits" he may discover, and then goes his way.
 This is the rule, and, so far as I am aware, has only had one exception that of Frank Leggett, artist and cynic. Tired of the shams and frivolities of London life, he had closed his studio, strapped his knapsack to his broad back, and gone forth in quest of some place where Mammon and Fashion were unknown. In course of time he lighted on Trepont, and at once determined to make it his abode for at least a couple of days.
 A small inn, bearing the sign of the 'Trepont Arms,'' caught his eye as he walked through the village street, ob- serving and observed. In answer to his inquiry, he found he could be enter tained, if he did not mind homely ways and simple fare. Not that good Dame Thellys was accustomed to apologize for homely ways or the resources of her house, but the unmistakable air of su- perior breeding, in spite of Frank s dusty exterior, evoked it ia spite of herself. Frank speedily treasured the old lady on this point, and was at once at home in the quaint little inn.
 From the window of the room, where in he took his meals, he could see the little bay. with its tiny fleet of fishing boats, or perchance some passing vesse far out on the broad Atlantic. Bu
 Frank rarely looked seaward when Kate Thellys was in attendance. Her sof brown eyes looked so full of tender naive innocence, and her quiet, grace ful bearing was so charming, that Franl
 taxed all his powers of ingenuity il
 order to keep her within vlew as long as possible.
 What pleasure it was to show her hi
 portfolio, with its many clever and prom
 ising sketches, and then to receive he
 thanks for the little volume of poetry h.
 lent her. Once he met her on the cliffs
 and he begged to have the pleasure o
 showing her splendid view of the set
 ting sun from particular standpoint
 It was very pleasant to her to hear tn
 young artist describe the sunsets he ha,
 seen in other lands. How great and nc
 ble he seemed to her, how ignorant sh
 seerued herself. Gradually it came to
 tacit understanding between the tw
 that they should meet on the cliffs tw
 or three times week, and then wal
 along the less trequented paths, she lis
 tening, he talking or reciting poetry. C
 course these occasional walks were nc
 ticed and, as usual, misconstrued by tn
 villagers. Mrs. Thellys looked grave but said nothing. She had every conf dence in her only child, and she kne what village gossip was worth.
 Far different were the feelings of Ne
 King, the young lighthouse keepe1
 Kate was his promised wife, and | . loved her with a strong, vehement lov,
 that was almost fierce in its intensit, ' At first he refused to believe sing word of the scandal that reached him l. mysterious whispers. With grim si h nifcance he told his informant to thar e her stars that she was woman. If r. man had spoken one word of the san 1t sort he'd have broken his head. r. But the words had been uttered, al |. they ranked in his soul all through tn o long silent night as he kept watch ( y the Falcon reef. He would get away f. IS few hours the next day and talk IS Kate on the subject, so he determine le in his mind.
 le It was long way to Trepont, but N le cared little for the distance, except the barrier that kept him from his l. -e loved one. Never did the journey see k so long as on this particular afternoo '' but at last he stood on the cliff benea
 which nestled the village. He was tur ing down bye-path when he sudden 1 1, caught glimpse of Kate's well-knov y form. She was sitting on lit 70 mound, an open volume in her lap, h - eyes fixed on little skiff just then e is tering the bay. She gave sudden sts
 as he greeted her, and the book fell u
 needed to the ground. Poor Ned h h. very little tact, but plenty of straigl D. forward thoroughness, so he rushed s, 1ae0l50s res.
 C. "Kate, is it true that this strana 'n chap from London walks out with you
 At once the demon of opposition re " in her breast, and she retorted with s, hauteur of manner quite new to her {: p, "Do you wish to insult me?" sii No, my darling, you know I don v but is it true p''