Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1883-11-15
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"Yes, marriedw
"But, Fred, it is impossiblen cr1ed
Guyon Martindale, with troubled coun-
tenance.
"It is not only possible" said his
younger brother, irritably. but it is true.
I was married to her in last February.
Of course, during our mothers lifetime I
preserved the secret religiously. She
wanted me tomarry Hilda Bonnair. How
could | tell her that had already we'd
ded penniless girl, without lineage OF
social standing? But my mother is dead
and feel that I shall not be long in fol-
lowing her."
''Do not be despondent, Fred. The
doctor says that"
"oh, hang the doctor, with his solemn
face and his six-syllabled phrasesln i'm
patiently interrupted MartindaIe. 81
tell you am dying, and | want you to 60
to Cedar Glove and bring Cora here"
"Of course, if it will relieve your
mind, " said Guyon Martindale, slowly.
"And lose no time, " added his brother.
MY poor little Coral 1 never should
have left her there by herself. I should
have risked everything for her sake, as
she risked everything for mine" /"
"What sort Of a girl is she, Fred7n
IA jewell" feverishly answered the
sick man, as he tossed to and fro on his
pillow. "A girl with a heart of gold,
and the beauty of Hebel Stop minute
I have the address here in my pocket
book. 1t is a farm house on the CatskilI
road-a weary journey; but you won't
mind it, for my sake, Guy. And be sure
that you break it to her gently. Poor
Cora-poor little thing 1t wifi be a
dreadful shock to her,"
So Captain Guyon Martindale left his
brother to the care of his trained
valet and the hired nurse who had been
brought from Philadelphia, and travelled
up into the Catskills in search of his
brothers unknown wife.
Erred was always creature of i'm
pulse" he told himself. "Led oy the
first pair of bright eyes that came in his
way. And either this woman was man
oeuvering schemer, or silly, simpering
doll. It's pity that such complica-
ton should develop itself just now"
Ceder Glove was a wild wooded gorge,
reached only by winding, circuitous
rad. The Carson farmhouse stood on
a plateau of land surrounded by pines
and birches. An old negress opened the
door to him.
Miss Cora She's done gone outen
de farm-yard, !" said Classy, carter de red
calf. 'Stonishing how often dat calf
gifts into de vegetable garding! If marse
wants to see Miss Cora, he'd better go to
de farm-yard."
And she closed the door in his face, as
if that were the end of the matter.
The voice Of sweet, girlish laughter at
the back Of the house served as a guide
to our bewildered hero and here in the
farm-yard he found the farmers daughter,
tying up a big-eyed young Alderney.
You're dreadful rogue, Sweetie!"
said she, shaking her pretty brown finger
at the resisting calf; "but you'll not
cheat me again-no, never againf'
Captain Martindale stood still and
looked at the 1.-THE, graceful figure, in its
worn calico gown, the blooming young
face half hidden by the -brimmed
'sun-bonnet, with thrill of mingled ad-
miration and disgust.
Yes, she was as beautiful as Peri
there could be no question about that.
But her coarse boots, her sunburned
handsl The idea Of Fred Martindale's
wife in single combat with red Alder
ney calf.
Captain Guyon's fastidious soul re-
yolted from all this. And in the same
moment, Cora Carson turned and saw
him.
He advanced toward her.