St. Landry democrat., 1886-05-08
BY THE GATE OF TIE SEA,
BY David Christie Murray,
AUTHOR OF "A MODEL FATHER, "a LIES
ATONEMENT," ETC.
CHAPTER II.-CoNr1NuEp.

In the front of the house arose
whisper - something was going
wrong. Aroused by this conject.
ure, the poet once more availed
himself of the freedom his intimacy
with the manager gave i'm, and
sauntered behind the scenes. The
ford Lorrimer was swearing like a
bedlamite. The Ducal usurper, the
banished Duke, Jaques, Celia, Phoebe
and Orlando stood about him, all in at
titudes OF more or less amazement
whats the matter, Lorrimerp"
asked the poet.
'.Matter!'' cried Lorrimer 1.-THE
jade's off at the last minute. and this is
all she leaves behind her.
The poet took from the managers
outstretched hand a note, and read
this:
sIR-Circumstances have arisen which
career upon the stage. / shall be happy to re-
pay you for all expenses you may have in
CURED in my behalf. Pray communicate. in
respect TO that matter. with my lawyers,
Messrs. Lowe q Carter, of Clements Inn.
yours very truly.
CLARA CHURCHILL
''She can't mean it!'' cried Lorrimer,
actually gasping. 1--WE spent three
hundred pounds in money, and three
thousand pounds in wit in advertising
her. She wants more salary. That's
what it is-she wants more salary. But,
bedad, since she's tried it on in this
way Che mastered his rage SO far as
to be able to embroider it. as it were,
with touch Of mock-heroics), IF that
her jesses were my dear heartstrings,
I'd whistle her off and let her down the
wind to prey at fortune.
Mr.. Ronald Marsh sighed audibly.
shakespeare crowds us all from the
field of popular quotation" he said,
inwardly. Had Lorrimer known it he
might have found passage far more
appropriate in my Epithalamium."
CHAPTER III.
When Tregarthen found that his zeal
for the restoration of the mess-room
manners had wrecked his military fort
unes he went home, and there buried
himself among his books. Many, many
years ago the Tregarthens, his forbears,
had built for themselves fortress for
dweiling-place, and the house had
wasted away. bit by bit, like the other
belongings of its owners, but had been |
modernized and added to every here
and there, until it had grown and fallen |
into one of the oldest and most hetero- |
geneous piles in England. A man must |
be curiously modelled indeed il his char
acter is in no way affected by the char |
ter of the house in which he is bred, and |
q good deal of the sentiment of the |
rambling, stately, yet half
ruined old house had found its way into
Tregarthen.
His ancestors, for reasons of their own,
had built their house upon m island. /
and this island faced the Cornish main
land on the one hand and the melan-
choly Atlantic on the other. The house
stood high and bare for winter storms to
rave at, and in the rougher months Of
the year it had constantly to be pro-
for siege Of stormy weather,
since for weeks at time it was danger
Dus, if not impossible, to approach the
island. The one harbor faced the main
land with two prodigious walls Of rock,
and narrow belt Of smooth sand be-
tween, which ran upward toward hardy
grasses. and was directly overlooked
by the mansion. Those vast walls of
rock and the narrow space between
hem were known to the local folk as
he Gate OF the Sea. So old house as
that of the Tregarthens could scarcely
all to have been shot at by the local ]
cards and soothsayers: shoot bolts