The Globe-republican., 1893-12-29

painting for the day, and, after break
fasting on the fare with which Tin
had by this time appeared, he strOllet
away towards the seashOre.
he had not gone far when he saw
approaching him tall figure which h
seemed to recognize. 1t came closer
and he saw that it was Mr.. Monk. o.
Monkshurst-
This time Monk was on foot. IL
] wore dark dress, with knickerbock
ers and heavy shooting boots, and car
ried gun. A large dog. of the specie.
lurcher. followed at his heels.
Brinkley was passing by without
any salutation. when. to his surprise
other paused and lifted his hat.
81 beg your pardon" he said. "We
have met once before; and ! think
have to apologize to you for uninten'
tional incivility. The fact is-hum-l
mistook you for a-vagrant! did not
know you were gentleman"
So staggered was the artist at this
! greeting that he could only borrow
the vocabulary of Mr.. ToOts:
''Oh, it's of no consequence" he said,
attempting to pass on.
But the other persevered.
81 assure you. Mr.-Mr.-Q have not
the pleasure of knowing your name)
that had no desire of offending you;
and if did so beg to apologize"
Brinkley looked keenly at the speak
er. His words and manner were great
ly at variance with his looks-even
with the tone of his disfgured brow,
and his mouth twitched nervously as
if he were i'll at ease.
Regarding him thus closely, Brinkley
saw that he had been somewhat mis-
taken as to his age. He was consider
ably under fifty years of age, but his
hair was mixed with gray and his
features strongly marked as with scars
of old passions. Ahandsome man, GER
tainly; an amiable one, certainly not!
Yet he had a peculiar air and power of
breeding, as of one accustomed to COM
mand.
Curiosity overcame dislike and the
young man determined to receive Mr..
Monks overture as amiably as possible.
81 dare say it was mistake, !" he said.
Gentlemen don't usually travel about
in caravans"
You are an artist, am informed"
returned Monks.
something of that Sort" was the re-
ply. 81 paint little for pleasure"
''And do you find this ncighborhood
suit your purpose? 1t is somewhat fiat
and unpicturesque."
81 rather like it," answered Brink
ley. st is pretty in summer; it must
be splendid in winter when the storms
begin and the uneventful career of our
friend, William Jones, is varied by the
excitement of wrecks"
How Monks forehead darkened. But
his face smiled still as he said:
1T is not often that shipwrecks &C.
cur nov I am glad to say"
NO." said Brinkley. dryly. ''Thcy
used to be common enough fifteen years
ago"
Their eyes met and the eyes of Monk
were full of fierce suspicion.
''Why fifteen years ago especially?"
The young man shrugged his Shout
ders.
Il was told only to-day of the loss Of
one great ship at that time. Matt told
me, the little founding. You know
Matt, of course?"
Il know whom You mean. Excuse
me. but you seem to be very familiar
with her name?'
Il suppose am" replied the young
man. Matt and l are excellent
friends"
Monk did not smile now; all his eff
forts to do so were Intellectual. With
an expression of savage dislike he
looked in Brinkley's face, and his
voice, though his words were still
civil. trembled and grew harsh. las
scrannel pipes Of straw"
MAY ask if you propose remaining
long in the neighborhood?"
Il don't KNOW" answered the artist.
''My time is my own, and l shall stay
as long as the place amuses me-"
IF / can assist in making it so
shall be happy, SIR"
THANK YOU"
do you care for rabbit shooting? If
so there is some sport to be had among
the sand hills" Al
Il never shoot anything" was the
reply, except, 1 suppose, folly as it
flies;' though with what species of fire.