Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-11-28

of WOnEshurSt."
should like to bring it you myself. 1t con-
sists, as you are aware, of Colonel Monks
dying message, written on the fiy-leaf of his
prayer book and of the marriage certificate
of his wife, both these having been placed
upon his child's person, concealed by the I'M
s,.3pec1 ing and iiliterate Jones, and found by
me after a lapse of many years.
Monk did not speak; his tongue was frozen
He stood aShast, opening and shutting his
clenched hands spaslnodically. and shaking
like leaf Treasured to some extent by the
sound of the voice, Enthusiastically apper-
tanning to a person of flesh and blood,
William Jones gradually uplifted his face
and looked in CHASTITY wonder at the speaker.
"You will be anxious to ascertain" pro-
ceeded Brnklcy, with his old air of lightness
"by what accident or special Providence l
arose from the grave in which you politely
entOmbed me9 The explanation is very SIM
pie. My young friend here, Matt, the found
ling, or as l should rather call her, Miss Monk,
of Monkshurst, came to my assistance
attended to my injuries, which were
not SO serious as you imagined, and
enabled me, before daybreak, to gain the
kindly SKI of 1.y caravan. Tim and
certain rural doctor did the rest. Lam sorry
to disappoint you, Mr.. Monk, but felt bound
to keep my promise-to interfere seriously
with your little arrangements, if you per-
sstently refused to do justice to this young
lady"
As he spoke Monk uttered savage oath
and rushed toward the road; but Marshall
was after him in moment, and sprang upon
him There was quick struggle. Suddenly
Monk drew knife, opened it, and brandished
it in the air. SO that it would have gone ill
with his assailant if the herculean Tim, COM
ing to the rescue, had not pinioned him from
behind. In another moment the knife was
lying on the grass, and Monk was neatly
handcuffed by the detective.
snow, governor, you'd better take it quiet
ly" said Marshall, while Monk struggled
and CRASHED his teeth in impotent rage
You're smart one, you are, bnt the games
up at lastn
Monk recovered himself and laughed
fercely.
LET me gol OF what do you accuse mel
1t was murder just now, but since the muir
dered person is alive (d-n himD should like
to know on what charge you arrest meY"
"Oh, there's no difficulty about that" said
Brink.ey, looking at him superciliously. an
the first place, you have by fraud and per-
jury possessed yourself Of what never legally
belonged to you; in the second place, YOU
attempted murder, at any rate But, upon
my life, don't think you are worth prose-
cutting. l think, MIR. Marshall, you might
let him gon
ITS letting a mad dog loose, SIR" 70
piled Marshall. Hell hurt somebody
What do you say, Miss Monk p said Brink
ley. This Misunderstanding person is your
fathers cousin. Shall release your bride
groom in order that you may go with him 30
the altar of Hymen and complete the cere-
mony"
Il hate himl' cried Matt; 81 should like to
drown him in the sea-"
Biinkley laughed
Your sent ments are natural, but up
christian. And the gentle Jones, now, who
Is looking at You so atfectionately. what
would you do with him? Drown him in the
sea, toof
mo, no, Matt" interposed William Jones'
ablectly; speak up for me, Matt. l ha'
been father 20 You al these years"
Ma0t seemed perpiexed what to say. Sc
Brinkley again took up the conversation.
"On reflection, we will refer William Jones
to his friends the 'coastguard chaps |
think he viii be punished enough by the dis
tribution of his little property in the cave.
En-, Mr.. Jonesl'
Jones only wrling his hands and walled,
thinking Of his precious treasure
u., And SO, Matt" continued Brinkley,
there viii be no wedding after all. I'm
afraid you're awfully disappointedF'
Matt replied by taking his hand again. lift
ing it to her lips, and kissing it fondly. The
young man turned his head away, for his
eyes had suddenly grown full Of grateful
tears.
CONCLUSION
My tale is told. The adventure of the
Caravan has ended. Little more remains to
be said.
Monk of Mnnx shu,St ,,-a.