Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-06-10

The day was bright and merry, but Matt
lever thought of the old proverb, 'sMerry is
;he bride that the sun shines on;n she was too
busy examining the prospect on every side of
Ter. All at once, as the bridal procession
wound round the edge Of the lonely lake, she
Uttered a cry Of delight. There, standing in
is old place by the lakeside, was the caravan
Monk looked pale-there was something
shostly in the temperance even of this in
animate object. He was q man Of strong
nerve, however, and he speedily smiled at his
own fears.
As they approached the spot they saw Tim
standing near the vehicle in conversation
With two strange gentlemen-one a little man
N black broadcloth, the other a tall, broad
ihouldered fellow wearing light oyercoat
and wideawake hat. Directly the process
non approached this group separated, and its
;hree members walked severally to the road,
ne with the wideawake hat standing right in
The centre Of the road quietly smoking q
igar.
As the dogcartc up he held up his hand.
Unable toproceed withoutrunning him down,
Monk pulled up angrily.
'What is iti Why do you block the road~
he cried, fiercely.
Excuse me, governor, returned the other,
soolly. ''Mr. Monk, of Monkshurst, be-
lieven
''That's my name"
'sSorry to trouble you on such day, but
should like few words with you"
81 cannot stay-I am going to be marriedln
$50 heard" said the man, lifting his hat
and bowling with grin to Matt. "Glad to
see you, Miss. How do you do2 But the fact
is Mr.. Monk, my business won't keep. Be
good enough to step this way"
Full Of some unaccountable foreboding, in
spired partly by the strangers suave, yet
determined, manner, partly by the reappear-
ance of the caravan, Monk alighted, and
followed the other across the grass to the
Close vicinity Of the house on wheels The
little elderly man followed, and the man who
had first spoken went through the ceremony
| of introduction.
''1'his is Mr.. Monk, sir. Mr.. Monk, this
gentleman is Mr. Lightwood, of the firm Of
Lightwood g. Lightwood, solicitors, Chester. :"
| 'And you--who the devil are youY' de-
manded Monk, with his old savagery.
my name is Marshall, Christian name
John, though my friends call me Jack, y an
| swered the other with airy impudence. John
Marshall, governor, of the detective force
| Monk now went pale indeed. But recover
ing himself, he cried, Il know neither of you.
/ warned you that ] was in haste. What do
| you wants Out with itr'
| The little man now took up the converse
ton, speaking in prim, business-like voice,
and occasionally referring to large note
book which he carried
''Mr. Monk, you are, am informed, the
sole male heir of the late Colonel Monk, your
cousin bv the fathers side, who was supposed
to have died in India in the year 1862"
Eyes, that's true. What then?
"On the report of his death, his name being
included in an official list of officers killed and
wounded in action, and it being understood
! that ne died without lawful issue, you laid
| Calm to the demesne of Monkshurst, in
| Cheshire, and that of the same name in Angle
sea Your claim was recognized, and in 1866
you took possession. y
'Well. Have you detained me to hear only
| what I already knewF'
| Pardon me, have not finished. / have
now toinform you that you inherited under O
| misconception-first, because Colonel Monk
was married and had issue; secondly, because
he did not die in India, but reached the shores
of England, where he persisted in the ship
wreck of the vessel Trinidad ON Christmas
day, 1864"
Monk was hvid. At this moment Jones
who had been watching the scene from q
distance, came over, painting and perspiring
| in Il-concealed terror.
"Lor', Mr.. Monk, what's the matteri Look
We now, we shall be late for the wedding"
As he spoke, Marshall, the detective, clap
ped him play fully ON the shoulder.
sHow dye do, William Jonesa ] have
often heard of you, and wished to know you.
Pray stop where you are. III talk to you
presently
II don't know what you mean, Monk now
said, with logged desperation, with all thi,
rigmarole, Mr.. Lightwood, or whatever your
name is. 1t seems to me you are simply raw.
ing. If am not my cousins heir, who is
tell me THAR
''His daughter, said the man, quietly.
''He never married, and he never had 9
daughter
His daughter, an infant twelve or four
teen months old, sailed to England with him,
was shipwrecked with him, but saved by q
special Providence, and has since been living
in this place under the name of Matt Jones
"Your intended bride, you know" added
Marshall, with an insinuating smile. "Hullo
where is the young ladyl'
Monk looked round toward the dog-car,
and on every side, but Matt was nowhere t.
be seen.
81 see her 60 into that theer CART sale
William Jones.
sCall her. cried Monk. ssrn stay M
longer here. Listen to me. You two. Whethel