Bridgeton pioneer., 1884-01-17


was scarcely bearable. Sheso honored and
reverenced and loved him that she was
forced to deceive him. That Is not gud
morality, but 1t Is admirable feminine
logic.
The courtship went on, and Gorbay and
the county beyond the limits of Gorbay
discussed it, and the whole were content
with it. Tregarthen might have looked
higher in spite of those regimental escapades
of his, for the last scion of one of the oldest
houses in that part Of England, where
houses are SO amazingly old, might think
himself almost any mans equal. He was
was not millionaire, but he had enough.
and was unusually personable. Everybody
was persuaded that the match, from Miss
Farmers point of view, was all that could
be desired
Within nine months of their first speech
with each other the pair became man and
wife, and set up housekeeping in Gorbay
They had an exquisitely appointed house,
standing in the midst of some eight acres of
l-timbered ground and surrounded by
trim gardens While they lived here the
old mansion on Tregarthen Island was to
be restored to something Of its former gran
deur, and Mrs. Tregarthen insisted upon
having a hand in this. She insisted on
udVIux 50 IuuuSuUltd u uaIlu In IL GQaC She
placed the whole Of her own modest fortune
in her husbands hands and bade him make
that suffice.
name" she said, "and claim to have nv
share in its honors. If you refuse me this
only half divide them"
Tregarthen, after many afrectionate dis
putes, took the money.
"Whatever is mine Is yours" he said,
"and whatever is yours is mine 1t is like
the right hand giving to the left.n
Precisely" said his wife, well pleased,
and the architect was busy at once. By
the beginning Of July the builders were at
work, and the young couple had great joy
In crossing from Gorbay Head to Tregar-
then, and watching the Slow growth of the
old place to a new being. Tregarthen's
funds were snugly invested, and there were
ample means to keep the reglorified house
in a reasonable state. Meantime, in other
matters they were content TO retrench, and
Mrs. Tregarthen wrote industriously at
romance on a large scale, determined not
to cost her husband a penny in dresses, and
To win an anonymous fame, Of which he,
who alone should have the secret, should ba
as proud as she was of him
Visitors came thickly to Tregarthen that
summer, some, who had archaeological
tastes from afar, bent on seeing the house
once before it assumed it's new form 1t
was no matter Of surprise, therefore, when
couple of sturdy boatmen pulled over a
party Of ladies and gentlemen, with fat
and specialized savant at their head, and
the fat and spectacled one began to wander
about among the stones and the mortar,
delivering little lecture to his followers
as he went. The married pair were in the
habitable part Of the house, and at the mo-
ment when the boat grounded at the Sea-
gate Mrs. Tregarthen was receiving con-
fession from her husband. He was stand
ing at the window from which he had
watched her on her first visit to the island,
and was telling her, with no shamefaced-
ness, how he had kept her in sight after he
parted from her. 1t was not from any
standpoint but her own a deed to be re-
warded, bnt she kissed him for it with all
her heart, and they went gayly out together
for ramble on the cliffs. Before they
started, Tregarthen took look at the ap-
preaching party through the single-barreled
opera-glass.
We can 60 out with a clear conscience,
my DEAR" he said; "there is no one we
know among them"
They had not left the house long when an
architects clerk came racing after them,
and asked Tregarthen's presence. The ar
chltect himself was on the ground, and de-
sired his opinion on some question or an
other which could only be decided ON the
spot
"Walk on" said Tregartheu to his wife
g. shall overtake your
She answered with smile and nod, and
rambled slowly over the verdurous slopes,
and enjoyed the fresh breeze. In a
while she looked back and, seeing no sign
of her husband, she sat in the shelter Of an
overhanging bowlder, and, sinking down in
the soft moses, surrendered herself to
happy broodings upon her husband, her
home, his love and her own, and the cloud
less sky that overhung their sweet domestic
life. She was so deep sunk in reverie, and
the MOSES hereabout were so soft and thick
that wandering footstep near at hand
failed to reach her ear, and she was little
startled to find picturesque young man
barring his head before her with an almost
theatrical air of homage.
"Miss Churchill!" said the picturesque
young man, in accents of delighted surprise.
81 was assured the world was not robbed Of
you, but l am amazed to find you here;
amazed and charmed"
oue o1u uot TeCoSulZe nlIn, anu arose with
some Indignation at the familiarity of his
tone She was startled by his sudden COM
ing, too, and at the first flash she saw danger
in the presence of any man who had known
Miss Churchill.
81 am Mrs. Tregarthen, sir,n she said,
haughtily and coldly.
81 beg pardon" said the picturesque
young man, still standing hat in hand be-
fore her. ~ cannot be mistaken. had
the honor to meet you at The Mirror
My name is Marsh-Ronald Marsh. lowed
the pleasure to Mr.. Lorrimer.n
81 have no recollection of the circum-
stances" she said, even more coldly than
before.
Mr.. Ronald Marsh smiled with no touch
of embarrassment. Itwas little odd that
there were people in the world who did not
leap at the chance of talking to him, but
the fact was indisputable, and he was used
to it.
81 beg your pardon again." he said, with
graceful wave of his sombrero. cat least
may have the qualification of being assured
that L am not in error in assuming YOU to
be Miss Churchill"
Training tells in all things, and there was