Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1891-05-30
CONCLUSION.

CONCLUSION.
My tale is told. The adventure of the
caravan has ended. Little more re-
mains to be said.
Monk, Of Monkshurst, was not brought
to trial for his iniquities, but he was
sorely enough punished by the loss of
his ill-gotten estates. Before the claim
of the founding was fully proved, he
left England, never TO return. Whether
he is alive or dead cannot tell.
William Jones, too, escaped legal
punishment. A severer retribution
came upon him in the seizure and dis
persal Of the boards in the great cave.
So sorely did he take his loss to heart
that he crept to his bed and had an at
tack of brain fever. When he reappear-
ed OH the scene Of his old plunderings
his intellect was weakened, and he
showed curious evidences Of imbecility.
But the ruling passion remained strong
within him. saw him only last sum-
mer, rambling on the sea-shore, talking
incoherently to himself, and watching
the sea In search of wreckage as Of old.
And Mattg
Well, her title to Monkshurst and the
property was fully proved. For long
time she did not realize her good for
tune, but gradually the pleasant truth
dawned upon her in sunrise of nice
dresses, jewelry, and plenty of money.
Chancery stepped in like severe foster
I parent, and sent her to school. There
she remained for several years; but
Charles Brinkley, who had first taken
in hand the vindication Of her claims,
and who never ceased to be interested
in her, saw her from time to time, and
took particular note of her improve
nent in her grammar and the gentle
art of speech.
Matt" he said, when they met last
Christmas in London, and when he saw
before him, instead of a towsy girl, as
bright and buxom young lady as ever
wore purple raiment and fine linen,
Matt, you are 'growed up at last"
Matt blushed and hung her head, with
q touch of her old manner.
Yes, am grown up, as you say. |
wonder what William Jones would
think if he saw me now"
And if he noticed those pretty boots,
Matt, and heard you play the piano and
prattle little in French. Upon my
word, it's transformation! You al
ways were nice girl, though"
do you really think sog" asked Matt
shyly. did you al,cays think soy'
Certainly"
Even when told you liked you Sc
much, and you told me 1T wouldn't
do?'"
1t was Brinkley's turn to blush now.
II was clear that Matt, despite other
changes, still retained her indomitable
! frankness.
Even then" he replied. laughing.
@But say you were aprecocious young
ster. You proposed to me, you know
Il know 1 did" said Matt, "and it
wasn't leap-year them
She added still more slyly:
-But it's leap-year no,o!'"
Their eyes met. Both blushed NOR.
and more.
Matt dontl 1t won't do, you knowl
| Yes, / say SO still. You're rich wo-
man, and I'm only poor devil of a
painter. You must marry some great
swell"
But Matt replied.
81 shall never LARRY any one but your
"You won'ty Do you mean it,"
~Of course l do"
lie caught her in his arms.
\ --- -a--ti-~ss -h-s.s----ssa-.-I aiaaN cal
you by that dear name to the end of tn,
chapter. You love me then2 1 can
believe it!'
I Il have loved you," she answered
laughing, @ever since first came-'tt
be took!"
And she rested her head on his shoul
der, just az she had done in the ole
days, when she was an unsophisticatet
child of Nature.
$50 there's to be wedding after all,
he said, kissing her. Matt, I've al
! ideal"
-Yes?"
when we marry, suppose We arrangs
to spend the honeymoon ina CARA
/ vAN!"
THE END.