The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-10-20

| gave 70 her father
The rector's hands trembled little as
he placed his glasses on his nose. He
gazed at the caricature long and earnest
| ly; then he said in his most unctuous.
1 ecclesiastical tones: at is quite evident.
my dear, that we have been entertain
ing, not an angel. but peer of the
realm, unawares.
Which have no doubt is much the
same thing in the eyes of a great many
people" said Margery, slyly.
The rector turned to the brief notice Of
| his lordship which accompanied the car
toon.
There is no more popular member of
( the Four-in-Hand club than the Earl Of
Chestnut, began the notice, land few
more skillful whips than he have ever
/ fooled drag between the Magazine and
! Nottingham. Jimmy, as his intimates
/ delight to call him, is known as a first
rate judge of the points of either race
horse or collie; and if his knowledge of
human nature hardly equals his knowl-
edge of matters equine and canine, that
is a little defect, if we may venture to
call it SO, which every added year will
tend to lessen. 1t is an open secret that
his lordship's well known good nature
has been taken advantage of on more
occasions than one in way that few
people would be likely to forget, and it
is much to his credit that he seems no
whit soured or rendered misanthropical
by the Bullets he has had to put up with.
If, as is well known, he is peculiarly sem
sitive in respect of a certain physical
popularity, he can plead the example of
one of his country's greatest poets, who
was equally 'touchy' on the score of his
little popularity
THAT his lordship is much sought
after by match making n1amnlas goes
without saying, seeing that not only is
his rent roll very handsome one, and
his property wholly unencumbered, but
that the accunulations of his long mi
nority (he came into the title when he
was twelve years old made up nest
egg such as, metaphorically speaking,
might well cause the mouth of any dow
ager with manageable daughters to
water, and almost justify her in the
adoption of any means which would Sc
cure to one of her brood the position of
wife to it's fortunate possessor. So far,
however, his lordship has succeeded in
eluding all the decoys and snares which
have been set for him, although how
long he will continue to do so is probably
is as little known to himself as to any
one."
"Ol Madge, my darling" murmured
the rector. with a deep sigh as he laid
down the paper and removed his glasses.
The eyes of father and daughter met
There was no need for another word
Ill.
1t was a month later, and Mr.. James
Gascoigne, otherwise the Earl of Ches-
hunt, was reclining in an easy chair in
his private sitting room at the Anglers
Rest, with his little legs stretched out on
another chair He was cogitating over
very serious questionable most seri
Gus, in fact, that had ever confronted
him. He was deeply in love with the
daughter Of the rector of Whiteapple,
and the question he was now putting to
himself was: Should he, or should he
not, ask her to become his wife?
He had been hit through his armor
more than once in days gone by, but all
previous hurts had been as scratches in
comparison with the wound he was now
suffering from. He felt that only she
who had inflicted the hurt could heal it,;
nowhere else was there any remedy for
him. During the season just over
such dead set had been made at
him from the matrimonial point of
view, that in sheer disgust-with
which, it may be, a little fear
was mingled-he had thrown over two
or three country house engagements in
order to bury himself for a time in this
out of the way spot, where not Great
ure knew him as other than "Mr. Gas
coigne."
Yet now it seemed as if he had merely
come here on purpose to court the fate
he had fled from elsewhere. But, then,
how different were the circumstances
At length the secret dream of his life
seemed on the eve of realization-his
dream of winning the heart of some
sweet girl who would care for him, for
himself alone. And he felt nearly sure
| Ltllt lS Tt1u So Won ttle IlSdEI VI MAT
gerry Fermor Half uuconsciously he
! repeated to himself the laureate's lines:
If my heart by signs can tell,
| Maiden, have watched thee daily.
| And | think thou lows me well
That he was desperately enamored was
not to be denied, and yet he shrank, with
feeling of timidity of which he was
! half ashamed, from taking the final
! plunge. But things could not go on
much longer as they were. One way OF
| the other he must make up his mind,
and that before he was many days older.
That mornings post had brought him
a pressing invitation to join his friend,
Gus Frewin, in trip to the east, about
which they had often talked. Should
he write to Gus and say that he would
/ join him in a couple of days, or should
he propose to the rector of Whiteapple's
daughter
Although he put these questions to
himself, he had a consciousness that it
was all but foregone conclusion what
the answer to them would be. He was
bound in tolls from which he felt that it
was next to impossible for him to escape.
| On one noint his mind was made uD.