Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-11-14

"Nen, I'll Try TO keep my couns
but the i6ea ID very funny. Really, now,
don't you sec it in tEat Light ycurselfT
Certainty Matt did not, to judge from TIE
expression Of her face She turned her bad
away; and Brinkley saw, to his SURPRISE tnas
. tear was rolling down her cheek
sCome, Matt, he said, kindly; You mustn't
take this SO seriously. Tell me Al aoous
it-there's good girl"
~ wiIl-n you won't laugh"
II won't then-there."
well, wien was lying in my bed this
morning heard " lliam Jones a-talking 70
some one. He thought WIS asleep, but
got up and listened, and heard Mr.. Monks
voice: and he said, says be, She's over ak
teen years old, and III marry herr and VII
liam Jones said, Lord, Mr.. Monk; what can
YOU be a-thinking about Matt amt old
enough; and what's more she amt fit to be
the wife Of q fine gentleman Then Mr..
Monk he stamped with his foot, like he does
when he's in passion, and he said, says he,
NV N. na,'s made up, William Jones, and I'm
going to marry her before the years out; and
fdon't care how SOON Then heard them
moving about, and crept back to bed and
pretended to be fast asleep"
The young mans astonishment increased.
There could be no doubt Of tho veracity and
sincerity of the speaker; and the story she
told was certainly puzzing. Brinkley made
up his mind, without much reflection, that If
Mr.. Monk wanted to 60 through the marriage
Ceremony with that child he had some
special and mysterious reason for SO doing
unless-which was scarcely possible-he was
Of sentimental disposition, and, in the man.
ner Of many men advanced toward middle
age, was enamored of MATHS youth and mex
perience.
Tell me, Matt, said Brinkley, after pom
dering the matter for some minutes; tell
me how long have you known this Mr..
Mon,f'
Ever since came ashore, was the reply.
"Humph! Is he well to dos-richF'
Matt nodded alphabetically.
"All Aberglyn belongs to him, she said;
land the woods up there, and the farms, and
the horses up at the big house, and-every-
thing"
"And though he Is such a great person, he
u very friendly with William Jonesf'
''Oh, yesn answered Matt; land think
William Jones is afraid of him-sometimes
but he gives William Jones money for keep
ing me-"
''Oh, indeedl He gives him money, does hei
That's rather kind CT him, you know"
At this Matt shock her head with great de-
cision, but said nothing. Greatly puzzled,
tho young man looked at her and unused. 1t
was clear that there was a mystery some
where, and he was getting interested. Pres
emily he invited Matt to sit down on tho steps
of the caravan, and he placed himself at her
side. He was too absorbed in speculation to
notice how the girl colored and frightened as
they sat there together.
you have often told me that you came
ashore" he said, after long pause. 81
should like to know something of how it hap
pened l don't exactly know what this
coming ashore mans. Can you explains"
Il don't reE.ember," she replied; ''but
know there was a ship, and it went to pieces,
and cometo shore in boat, or summat."
II see-and William Jones found your
"Mr. Monk, he found me, and gave me to
William Jones to keep"
81 begin to understand. OF course, you
were very little-a baby, in fact"
civilian Jones says could Just talk some
words, and that when he took me home called
him Papa"
what was the name Of the shipa Have
you ever heardF'
NO" said Matt.
"Did you come ashore all alone7 It il
scarcely possible"
81 come ashore by myself. ALI the rest
was drownded"
WAS there no clew to who you werea Did
nothing come ash,re besides to show them
who you were, or where you came froms'
Matt shook her head again. Once more
the young man was lost in meditation. Doubt
less it was owing to his abstraction of mind
that he quietly placed his arm round MATHS
waist, and kept it there. At first Matt went
very red; then she glanced up at his face, and
saw that his eyes were fixed thoughtfully on
the distant sandhills. Seeing he still kept
silence. she moved a little closer to him, and
said, very quietly:
II didn't tell William Jones that you
kissed mep'