The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1885-05-30
CONCLUSION,


My tale is told. The adventure of thu
Caravan has ended. Little more remains K
be said.
Monk, of Monkshurst, was not brought te
trial for his iniquities, but he was sorely
enough punished by the loss of his ill-gotteI
Estates. Before the claim Of the founding
was fully proved he left England, never tC
return. Whether he is alive or dead can.
| not tell.
William Jones, too, escaped legal punish
ment n so,G.or retriOution came upon him
in the seizure and dispersal OF tho boards in
the great cave. So sorely did he take his
loss to heart that he crept to his bed and had
an attack Of brain fever When he reap
pcarcd on the scene of his old plum lelings his
intellect was weakened, and he showed cur.
ious evidences of imbec!lity. But the ruling
passion remained strong within lin. | saw
him only last summer, rambling ON tho sea
| shore, talking incohercntly to himself, and
watching the sea in search of wreclage as of
old.
And MATTE
Well, her title to Monkshurst and tho prop
erty was fully proved. For long time she
did not realize her good fortune, but grad
ually the pleasant truth dawned upon her In
a sunrise of nice dresses, jewelry and plenty
Of money. Chancery stepped in like a
severe foster parent, and sent her to school
There she remained for several years; but
Charles Brinkley, who had first taken in
hand the vindication of her claims, and who
never ceased to be interested in her, saw her
from time to time, and took particular note
Of hor Improvement in her grammer and the
gentle art Of speech.
Matt, he said, when they met last Christ
mas i'll London, and when he saw before him,
instead of towsy girl, as bright and buxom
young lady as ever wore purple raiment
and fine linen, "Matt, you are 'growed up at
laStm
Matt bushed and hung her head with
touch Of her old manner.
YES, am grown up, as you say. Iwon.
der what William Jones would think if he
saw me now"
And if he noticed those pretty boots, Matt,
and heard you play the piano and prattle
little in French. Upon my word, it's trans
formationl You always were a nice girl,
though"
''Do yourcally think so" asked Matt shyly.
IBID you ARRAYS think soi"
Certainly
IHN'H NlltLl iolu va YOU
and you told mo it wouldn't dor"
1t was Brinkley's turn to blush now. 1t
was clear that Matt, despite other changes,
still retained her indomtable frankness.
Even then" he replied, laughing. But
soy you were prococious youngster. You
proposed to me, you know"
81 know did, said Matt, land it wasn't
leap-year them
She added still more slyly:
"But its leap year Ho'c''
Their eyes met. Both blushcd more and
more.
Matt, don'tl 1t won't do, you knowl
Yes, | say so still You're rich woman, and |
Tm cnly a poor devil Of a painter. You must
marry some great swell"
But Matt replied
81 shall never marry any one but you"
"You won't. Do you mean it,"
"Of course dOn
He caught her in his arms
"My darling Matt--yes, shall call You by |
that dear name to the end of the chapter.
You love me, tEen, l can't believe it!'
II have loved YOU" she answered, laugh
ing, sever since first came-'to be- tookpn
And she rested her head on his shoulder,
just a5 she had done in the old days, when
she was an unsophisticated child of nature
$50 there's TO be u wedding after ALL" he
aid, kissing her. Matt, I've an idear'
"Yesp
"When we marry, suppose we arrange 10
spend the honeymoon ina CARAVAN
THE END.