The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-06-22


"Oh, very well,n she said, II will come"
The boat was pushed off and very soon they
reached the stone quay that bordered the
harbor of the Castle, about which little
village of retainers had grown up Seeing
the boat arrive, some of these people saunter-
ed out of the cottages, and then, fancying
that visitor had come under the guidance
of Miss Granger, to look at the antiquities
of the Castle, which was the show place of
the neighborhood, sauntered back again.
Then the pair began the Zigzag ascent OF the
rock mountain, till at last they stood beneath
the mighty mass of building, which, although
it was hoary with antiquity, was by no means
lacking in the comforts of modern civiliza-
ton, the water, for instance, being brought
in pipes laid beneath the sea from mountain
top two miles away on the mainland.
Isn't there a view here" said Beatrice,
pointing to the vast stretch of land and sea.
II think Mr.. Davies, that you have the most
beautiful home in the whole world. Your
great-uncle, who died a year ago, spent more
than fifty thousand pounds on repairing and
refurnishing it, they say. He built the big
drawing room there, where the stone is a
little lighter; it is fifty-ive feet long. Just
think, fifty thousand poundsr
SIT is large sum" said Owen, in an I'M
imaginative sort of way, while in his heart
he wondered what ON earth he should do
with this white elephant of mediaval
castle, and his drawing rooIn fiftv-fve feet
long"
'.Hc doesn't seem much impressed, thought
Beatrice to herself, as she tugged away at
the postern bell; Il think he must be stupid.
He looks stupid"
Presently the door was opened by an ac-
tive looking little old woman with high
voice.
Mrs Thomas" thought Owen to himself;
''she is even worse than expected"
Snow, you must please go away began
the formidable housekeeper in her shrillest
key; ''it's too late to show visitors over.
Why, bless us, it's you. Miss Beatriee, with q
strange man. What do you wantf'
Beatrice looked at hGf companion as a hint
that he should explain himself, but he said
nothing.
+ ''This is your new squire" she said, not
without certain pride ~ found him wan
derrng about the beach. He didn't know
how to get here, so l brought him over"
''Lord, Miss Beatrice, and how do YOU
know it's him" said Mrs. Thomas. GLOW dC
you know it amt housebreakerF
'Oh, Pm sure he can't be,n answered Bea
trice aside, 'because he isn't clever enough.
Then followed a long discussion. Mrs
Thomas stoutly refused to admit the strange
without evidence Of identity, and Beatrice
embracing his cause, as stoutly pressed hi.
claims. As for the lawful owner, he mad,
occasional feeble attempts to prove that h
was himself, but Mrs Thomas was not to b
imposed upon in this way At last the,
came to n deadlock.
''Y'd better so back to the inn, sir" sale
Mrs. Thomas with scathing sarcasm, ''an'
come up tomorrow with proofs and your lug
gage"
Haven't you got any letters with youY
suggested Beatrice rs last resource.
As it happened he had a letter, one from
the lawyer TO himself about the property
and mentioning Mrs. Thomas name as beini
in charge of the Castle He had forgotte
all about it, but at this interesting junctur
it was produced and read abound by Beatrice
Mrs Thomas took it, and having examine,
it carefully through her horn trimmed specta
Giles, was constrained to admit its authen
ITCHY.
"rm sure 1 apologize, sir" she said, with
half doubtful courtesy and much tact, "bu
one can't be too careful with all these tramp
about; / never should have thought iron
the look of you, sir, how as you was the ney
squire"
This might be candid, but it was not flat
i, tering, and it caused Beatrice to Singer be
hind her handkerchief in true school cir