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

But if, at the time he proposes. he
tells you who he really isl
HE won't do that, | think 1t will
not be as Lord Chestnut, but as Mr..
Gascoigne. that he will ask me to be
his wife. You don't know the man as
well as l do You have not made study
of him as l have He is a strange COM
pound of shrewdness and unworldliness.
of strong common sense in some things,
and almost childlike simplicity in others.
For all he knows 50 much about horses,
and is such splendid whip, and can
tell you the name of the winner Of every
big race for the last half dozen years.
there is a vein of romance and sentiment
in his composition which few people
give him credit for He will quote
Byron and Tennyson by the hour, and
have only to read the May Queen to
him to set him crying like any school
girl. Although | believe him to be gen.
timely fond of me, he is more attracted
by the romance of the affair than he
himself is aware of. He will go on pre-
tending to be Mr.. Gascoigne as long as
possible, and the more implicitly you
and | continue to accept him in that
character the better pleased he will be-
Therefore, cher papa, you must let me
play my little game after my own fash
ion, and be deaf and blind meanwhile
and ask no questions. That shall
bring him to book in the course of day
or two do not doubt, and after that
we shall see what we shall see. "
CHAPTER ".
Mr.. Gascoigne was in the habit of
driving over from Marley to the rectory
in dog cart hired in the village He
was there to luncheon, by appointment,
on the day following that of the CONVEX
sation just recorded. It had been ar
ranged that, weather permitting, he and
Margery should walk through the fields
afterwards as far as Dunleap Castle.
with the object Of sketching the grand
old keep of that historic pile But Mr.
Gascoigne had not been five minutes at
the rectory before he saw that some
thing was amiss Margery was pale and
distract, and he was nearly sure that
her eyes bore the traces of tears She
scarcely spoke during luncheon and
then only when directly addressed,
whereas the rector seemed more talk
atiye and jocular than usual But was
not his popularity forced9 Gascoigne
asked himself. Hardly was the meal at
an end when the Rev Dyke, declaring
that he had quite a round of visits
among Pensioners to get through, went
his way. Mrs. Fermor was down stairs
TODAY for a xvon1nr rnclinino on a
chaise Tongue in the drawing room.
Gascoigne, who had been introduced to
her on previous occasion, went and
chatted with her while Margery was
getting ready to go out. Five minutes
later he saw Margery on the veranda,
drawing on her gloves. Then he shook
hands with Mrs. Fermoy, and taking
his sketching materials under. his arm, he
went out and joined her The two went
forward, Margery leading the way till a
clump of evergreens hid them from Mrs.
Fermor, Then the girl turned and faced
her companion.
30 Mr. Gascoignel am so sorry" she
began, "but must really ask you to ex-
cuse me from going out sketching this
afternoon. IL don't feel equal TO it.
Her eyes were downcast, there was
little qliaver in her voice, and the deli
cate curves of her lips had an eloquent
pathos of their own. Never had she
looked more dangerously beautiful in
Gascoigne's eyes than at this moment
All the innate chivahy of the man was
instantly in arms. There was q seat close