The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-10-18

pushed him impatiently away and
closed the lid with bang.
"Theer, enough O. that, old 'unl You
hold the light while carry the box in
and put 1t away"
"All right, William dear-all right"
returned the old man, obeying glee-
fully. ~ know'd we should have luck,
by that beautiful dream"
The two men-one holding the light
and the other carrying the trunk
passed through door at the back Of
the kitchen and entered an inner
chamber. This chamber, too, con-
tanned window, which was 30 blocked
up, however, by lumber of all kinds
that little or no daylight entered.
Piled up In great confusion were old
sacks, some partly full, some empty,
coils Of rope, broken oars, broken frag-
ments Of ships planks, rotten and bar
nacled, a small boats rudder, dirty
sails, several oilskin coats, bits Of iron
ballast and other fotsam and jetsam;
so that the chamber had salt and fish
like smell, suggesting the hold Of some
vessel But in one corner Of the room
was small wooden bed, with q mat
tress and coarse bed clothing, and
hanging on a nail close TO 1t were GER
tain feminine attire which the owner
of the caravan would have recognized
as the garb worn by Matt on the morn
ing Of her first appearance.
Placing the box down, William Jones
carefully covered II with a portion of
an old sail.
"It's summat, but it amt much;" he
muttered, discontentedly. Lucky them
coast guards didn't see me come ashore.
II they did, though, 1t wouldn't sig
Nifty; for what's floating on the sea be-
longs to him as finds IT,"
A sound startled him as he spoke,
and, looking round suspiciously, he
saw Matt entering the room loaded
with broken wood. But she was
not alone; standing behind her In the
shadow was a man-none other, In
deed, than Monk, of Monishurst.
While Matt entered the room to throw
down her load of wood Monk stood in
the doorway. His quick eye had noted
the movements of father and son.
"More plunder, William Jones?" he
asked, grimly.
In moment William Jones was
transformed. The keen expression Of
his face changed TO one OF mingled stu
pidity and sadness; he began to whine.
more plunder, Mr.. Monk?" he said.
mo, no; the days for finding that is
gone. Matt and me has been on the
shore foraging for bit Of tirewood-
that be all. Pat 1t down, Matt; put 1t
down."
Matt did as she was told; opening
her arms, she threw her load into a
corner of the room; then William Jones
hurried the whole party back into the
kitchen.
The men seated themselves on
benches, but Matt moved about the
room to get light. The light, as well
as everything else, was living illus
tration Of the meanness Of William
Jones. It consisted, not Of q candle,
but of q long rush which had been
gathered from the marshes by Matt
and afterwards dried and dipped In
grease by William Jones. Matt lighted
II and hxed II In little iron niche
which was evidently made for the pur-
pose and which was attached 10
table near the hearth. When the work
was finished she threw of her hat and
jacket, retired to the further end Of the
hearth and sat down on the floor.
During the whole Of this time Mr..
Monk had been Watching her gloom
lily; and he had been watched In his
turn by William Jones. At last the
latter spoke:
"Matt's growed," said he, "she's
growed wonderful Lord bless usl
she's a bit changed she Is sin that
night when you found her down on the
shore. Why, her own friends wouldn't
know herl"
Mr.. Monk stared and frowned.
''Her friends2" he said-'what
friends2" t
"Why, them asowns her." continued
william Jones. "If they wasn't all
drowned in the ship what she came
ashore from, they must be somewheer.
Mayhap some day they'll find her and
reward me for bringin' her up q good
Ral-that's what allus tell her"
ESQ that's what you always tell her,
do, ,you2" returned Monk, sgrimly.
"Then you're fool for your pains.
The girls got no friends-haven't I
told you that before?"'' ''7F '.'' p"
.rCertainly you have, sMr. BIonlr,T crc-