Bridgeton pioneer., 1884-01-17
md moving 10 the edge Of thec4iff, helooked

In fine summer weatherft was q common
thing for people to row across from the
mainland and picnic on the island Tre-
garthens forbears had permitted this, and
Tregarthen himself had never felt an obiec-
ton to it until now. 1t may be allowed
that, at the same moment at which he found
himself interrupted, his studies were not of
the most exigent sort, yet his first thought
was that the presence of these intr,.ders
and their like would be inimical to study
Then he regretted the loss of his dream.
and blamed the intruders for breaking il,
though the dream itself had awakened him
His half slumber had lasted Cor 80
short a space of time that the pipe
he held between his finger and thumb
still sent up streak of faint blue
smoke. He stuck it between his lips
again, and had turned to ramble home
ward when the voice of his dream spoke in
mis- waking ear and stayed his footsteps
''That is Miss Churchill, the actress, n he
Eaid to himself. "There is not another
yoice like that In the world, / should
fancy. should know it among a thou
sand"
Since the night on which he had earned
his own ruin by rebuking Colonel Pollard
for his story Of the actress he had scarcely
thought about her, but he felt a curious
pleasure and interest now in tho belief that
she was near In spite OF his short-sighted-
ness he had very definite idea Of what
she was like. IL seemed to him that he
could summon her face before his minds
eye quite clearly, and, as he saw It, It was
worthy OF her figure and her voice. He
confessed to himself that he would ltka
TO see her nearer at hand, and to know
how far her mind corresponded to
his own impressions OF her genius as an
actress IL could not be difficult to devise
Q means OF seeing her, or even Of speaking
to her, seeing that she was actually tres
passer upon his ground He thought, how
ever, OF a score OF devices, none Of which
commanded themselves to him, and - hs
Thought he stroled toward the spot where
tho gradual rise OF the sands and the more
preclPltous fall OF the ciif brought the two
upon level This spot was about mid
way between high-water line and the gates Of
the old mansion, and he reached it almost
at the same moment with the visitors to
the island. he heard tho sweet voice talk
Ing again, and was more than ever per-
suaded that it belonged TO Miss Churchill
He polished his eye glass In readiness to
observe, and before he himself was seen he
had secured good look at every person In
the little party. The lady with the sweet
voice was tall and graceful, but her
laoe was not the face OF his memory.
Compared with that memory the face
was plain, though few people would have
expressed so unfavorable a Judgment had
they bnt looked at 1t by itself. The eyes,
of no particular color, were large, intelli-
gent and sympathetic; the lips were beau
tlfully alike in form and expression; the
brow was broad and white. The skin was
pallid, and the hair, like the eyes, Was Of
no particular color. Perhaps the want Of
definite coloring was the chief fault of the
face; but, be that as it may, II was
thrown back, for whatever beauty or
charm it claimed, upon expression There
was no chance Of finding out all these
things at look, and Tregarthen was only
conscious Of q disappointment. The face
was not the one he remembered, nor any
thing like It; and there might be two voices
alike In the world after all.
He was little embarrassed for q
moment, even though he stood on his
own ground and the newcomers were
strangers and intruders, for the lady
looked at him when once she had felt
bis glance, and regarded him with q
candid and unaffected gaze,
much more like that Of child than a
woman Before Tregarthen's sense Of en-
barrassment became overwhelming, one Of
The ady's male companions stepped for
ward with a somewhat overwrought
flourish Of pofiteness.
II believe have the pleasure Of address
ng Mr. Tregarthengs Tregarthen bowed.
md the stranger hourished his hat
% his head, and fourished his
out of his pocket. stI
lave not the honor Of being personally
nown to you, sir, but my father was your
'espected fathers solicitor-Mr. Penruth.
# Gorbay. have dared to trespass in
rider to oblige these ladies and pentlemea
With sight of Tregarthen Castle.n
''I remember your father sir, ,nssaid Treear-
hen, a little confusedly. "and YOU are cutie
Welcome here" 1t was strange, he thonght.
hat in so little a while his absence from
he common haunts of men should
ave cost him SO much in sooosr-$ai,e
IF your friends would care to see
he interior Of the house shall be happy TO
.dmit them. Pray introduce me-
Mr.. Penruth was obviously deliebte1
md was honored by Tregarthen's affabflity.
The last representative of the great local
amily was not rich. as the times 90 but be