The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-10-25

III btrlheS me tnlB puzzle Woulu DO
worth unraveling II / could only find
the key. Quero, is the young person
the key, If but knew how to use herr
Perhaps, since the amiable Monk evi-
IDENTIFY dislikes my coming into com
munication with her. But it would be-
useless to lay the case before her, since,
II she is the key, she is quite uncon-
scious of 1t herself"
He threw down his brush, rose and
stretched himself, and said;
"Look here, Matt, Pm tired Of work.
The sun shining on those sand hills and
on the far-off sea Is too tempting. l
shall go for walk, and you, If you are
in the mood, shall be my guide"
She evidently was in the mood, for
she was on her feet In an instant.
"All right, MASTER" she said, "I'l
CO."
Every well. Tim, bring forth some
refreshment. We will refresh the In
ner man and girl before we start"
Tim disappeared into the caravan.
Presently he reappeared bearing a
tray, on which was small flask of
brandy, large jug Of milk, some bis
cults and couple Of glasses. This he
placed on the camp stool, which his
master had just vacated, and which,
when not In use as seat, served as a
table. Brinkley poured out two glasses.
of milk, then, looking at Matt, he held
the little flask on high.
"Brandy, Matt2"
She shook her head.
Every well, child; I think you are
wise. Here, take the milk and drink
confusion to your enemiesf
Matt took the glass of milk and
drank 1t down, while Brinkley hastened
to dilute and dispose of the other.
Then he gave some orders TO Tim, and
they started off. AS they had no par
ticular object in view, they chose the
pleasant route, and clearly the pleas
nntest lay across the sand hills. Not
because the sand hills were pleasant
in themselves-they were not, especial
ly on a day when the sun was scorch-
ing the roads and making the sea like
q mill-pond- because by crossing
the sand hills one came on the other
side upon foot path which led by
various windings gradually to the top
Of breezy cliffs.
To the sand hills, therefore, they
wended their way. Having gained
them, they followed route which
Matt knew full well, and which soon
brought them to the narrow foot path
beyond. During the walk she was sim
gularly silent, and Brinkley seemed to
be busily trying to work out some abb
struse problem which had taken pos
session of his brain.
When they had followed the foot
path for some distance and had gained
the greensward on the top Of the cliffs,
the young man threw himself upon the
grass and invited Matt TO do the same.
1t was very pleasant there, soothing
both TO the eye and to the mind. The
cliff was covered-somewhat sparsely,
It is true-with stunted grass; and just
below, on their right, lay the ocean.
calm as any mill-pond, but signing
softly as the water kissed the rocks
and flowed back again with rhythmic
throbs. On their left lay the sand
hills, glittering like dusty gold in the
sun-rays, while just before and below
them was the village.
"Do you see that house standing all
by itself, close to shore2' said Matt,
pointing to the cottage where she
lived. "That belongs to William Jones
And, look ye now, there be William
Jones on the rocltsl'
Looking down, Brinkley beheld q
figure moving along the rocks, just
where the water touched the edge.
Every lazy of William Jones'" he
said. "Why isn't he at work2"
AT worlS?"
eyes. tilling the fields or fishing. By
the way, forgot TO ask you, is he
fshermanT
mo, he amt" said Matt. "IIe's {
wreclser, he isl"
"a what?" exclaimed Brinl;lcy.
IA wrecker," continued Matt, as i
wrecking was the most natural occupa
tion in the world. Brinlsley looked n