The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-06-21

distant relative. Mir. John Jones acted in his tso-fold capacity with great deco rum Frank had laughingly told Mill cent of the strange arrangement he had made She ra'sed no objection. "whal does It matter, she sad. so long as we are really m2ined? ? So. when the clergyman asked ~ho gave this ~oman, etc. Mir. Jones stepped forxard and per formed the ofice When the ceremony vas over, and the happy pAir steppin. into the carnage, thinking, no 1oubs, his services entitled him ,o some reward, he kissed the bride On her forehead-a pro- ceeding ~hich rather ytaggered Frank, although. as Millicent did no, seem An- noyed, he said nothing.
 That old Jones is a strange fellow, !" he said, a Millicena and he were safely ensoonced in the brougham.
 "ies- How long have you known him!"
 -Only . week or two-quite chance aequain'anee.'
 -Chance accquaintances are no, to be depended upon" said Mrs. Frank Abbot sententiously.
 Then, as was but natural, they talked of other things, and dismissed Mir. John Jones from their happy minds
 Dui,ng the last week they had held many debates as to where they should spend the honeymoon. As yet they had only partially settled the important point By Milicent's express wish, the first week was to be spent at Clifton, Dear old Cliiton.' she said. We met there 6rss remember that, sir r Frank did no, particularly want to go to Clifton, but he yielded without a murmur. Whether l, should be Switzerland, Italy, France, Scotland, or Ireland af,erward, was to be decided al their leisure. So the broughzm drove to PAddington, and Mir. and Mrs. Frank Abbot took the train for the west
 They spent five happy days at Clifton although they knew the scenery by heart it looked more beautiful than ever under the present auspices Then Frank began to talk about going elsewhere; but Mil licent seemed in no hurry 10 make move :" l wonder, Frank she said one eve ming, you don't go over and have a lsoi at your old home"
 !" haven't the heart to go" sighed Frank, {" might have gone by myself but can't stand it with you. shall be thinking all the while how you would have graced it."
 @Who lives there nowf'
 "A MT. Tompkinson-a London mer- chant"
 "l should so like to see the place Frank. Do take me tomorrow."
 Frank, who, in truth, was longing tc have look at the old place, consented They decided to go the next day. We will have a carnage, and drive,' said Frank.
 "What extravagance said Millicent
 Never mind. shall only be mar ried once. When our honeymoon is ovel we will go in for strict ecsnomy."
 Millicent agreed to this. So carriage was hired the next morning, and the, started for Franks ancestral home.
 ltwAs lovely September morning the air was fresh ard exhilarating. A. soon as the dark dusty city was left be hind, Millicent's spirits rose to a mac pitch, which Frank, with all his newly married adoration, fancied was not quite in keeping with what was to him at ieas a scrt of solemn pilgrimage. She caugh hold of his hands and squeezed them she laughed and talked in fact. gener ally misconducted herself Frank had never seen her in such a mood before He was fain to believe that she was fore ing her merriment to show him how little she cared for the loss of the wealth shs would have shared. Nevertheless, a. each landmark came in sight, and at las he knew that he was passing through lands which one day should have beer his, he grew gloomy, moody, and miser able. Millicent saw what passed through his mind she sank into silence an oc casional pressure of the hand only re minding him that at least he had her.
 Presently he stopped the carriage You can get the best view of the dea old house from here,' he said.
 Let us get out," said his wife.
 They alighted, and for some minute stood looking at the long gray house Franks eyes were full of tears.
 Cant ve go over the house!" asked Millicent.
 By permission of MT. Tompkinson no doubt but he is stranger to me, st don't care to ask it.n
 But l want to see the inside SO much Frank you have described it to me s< often. Let us go up and ask if we can e over it"
 The idea of asking leave to go owe, Chevton Hall was more than Frank coui< bear. "l would much rather not," he said.
 "But 1 want to go, Frank" said Mill cent, pouting. No one will know us SO what does 1t matserF'
 Frank still shook his head and raiset objections. If there was one thing abov, another he hated, 1t vas asking favcr o strangers. Chewton Hall was not show place. It boasted no specimens of inter. esting architecture; t possessed no gal lery Of paintings. As likely as not, vheT they reached the door and preferred their request some funky of this fello~ Tompkinson's would order them off the grounds- In short, sorry as he was tc l E-