The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1885-08-13

The day was bright and merry, Du6 MaGI
never thought Of the old proverb, Merry Is
the bride that tho sun shines on;' she was too
busy examining the prospect on every side OF
hcr. All at once, as the bridal procession
wound round the edge Of the lonely lake, she
uttered g cry Of delight. There, standing In
its old place by the lakeside, was the caravan.
Monk looked pale-there was something
yhosly in the temperance even Of this IN
animate object. He was q man Of strong
nerve, however, and ne speedily smiled at his
own fears.
As they approached tie spot they saw Tim
standing near the vehicle IN conversation
with two strange gentlemen little man
in black broadcloth the other tall, broad
shouldered fellow wearing light overcoat
and a wideawake hat. Directly the process
sion approached this group separated, and lts
three members walked severally to the road,
he with the wideawalie hat standing right IN
the centre Of the road quietly smoking O
cigar.
As the dogcart came up he held up his hand.
Unable toproceed dwithoutrunnlng hm down,
Monk pulled up angrily.
ssWEat is it3 Why do you block the road!'
be cried, Eercely.
"Excuse ME, governor, returned the other,
coolly. Mr.. Monk, OF MonkshurSt, Dc
ieve."
''That's my name"
"Sor2y to trouble you on such day, but
should like few words with you"
Il cannot stay-I am going to be married.
so heard" said the man, lifting his hat
and bowins with grin to Matt. Glad to
sec you, Mis- How do you do9 But the fact
is, Mr.. Monk, my business won't keep. Be
good enough to step this way"
Full of some unaccountable forebodlng, In
| sp;rod partly by the strangers suave, yet
determined, manner, partly by the reappear-
aace of the caravan, Monk aighted, and
followed the other across the grass to the
| close vicinity Of the house on wheels. The
| little cldcrly' man followed, and the man who
| had first spoken went through the ceremony
| Of introduction.
This is Mr. Monk, sir. Mr.. Monk, this
gentleman is Mr.. Lightwood, of the firm OF
lockwood g. Lightwood solicitors, Chester" "
And you-who tho devil are you?' de-
manded Monk. with his old savagcry.
Ny name is Marshall, Christian name
John, though my friends call me Jack" an
Swcrcd the other with airy impudence. John
Marshall, governor, of the detective force"
Monk now went rale indeed. But recover
| ing himself, he cried, Il know neither Of you.
warned you that was in haste. What do
you want: Out with it,
The little man HOW took up the converse
ton, slcaldnS il prin:, business-ike voice,
and occasionally referring to large note
book which he carried.
M. Monk, you are, am informed, the
sole male heir Of the late Colonel Monk, your
cousin by the fathers side, who was supposed
to have died il India in the year 1SG2.n
Yes, that's true. What them
''On tic report Of his DEATH his name being
included IN an official list Of officers killed and
"cunde1 i'll action, and it being understood
HAT Ec died without lawful issue, you laid
CAIN to the dC,ncsne of MonkShurst, il
Cheshire, and that of the same name in Angle
sea. our claim was recognized, and in 1SG:
you took po$s,S ;onn
, 'Well. Have You detained me TO hear only
what l already knew:
Pardon NE, I have not finished. I hav;
now tolnfocm You that You inherited under {
mlScCnccpt:on-tirst,E because Colonel MonI
: was married and had issue; secondly, because
he did not die in India, but reached the shore:
of En- land, where he perished in the ship
wreck OF the vessel Trinidad on Christina.
day, 1864"
Monk was livid. At this moment Jones
who Lad been watching the scene from {
: distance, came over, painting and perspirins
/ in M-conccalcd terror
'Lor', Mr.. Monk, what's the matters Lool
! ye now, We shall be late for the weddinc.n
: IS he spoke, Marshall, the detective clan
: pcd him playfully on the shoulder.
HOY dye do, William Jones? I bay,
: Often heard ofyou, and wished to know Won
d ! Fray stop where you are. I'll talk to uo1
q prcSCntlv.''