The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1893-09-30

"ieso OF olue SILK, newly made 70:
hef, out OF damaged materials supplied
oy Jones, by one Of the coast-guarc
women, light straw hat. with blut
MOONS TO match, and light lace
shawl. Behind this pair hobbled WI,
halu Jones father, whose costume wa,
nautical like his SON S. but more dam
aged, and who also sported chimney.
pot hat and (; white rosette.
The crowd gave feeble cheer, Mat,
looked around and smiled, but MINGLED
with her smile there was aS'kind Of
vague anxiety and expectation.
u was arranged that Monk should
urlve Matt in the dog-cart, while Will
uam Jones and his father followed in
the commoncr vehicle. At Pcncroes.
where the ceremony was to- be per-
formed, they were to meet with one
Mr. fenarvon, country squire and
Kindred spirit of Monks, who had
promised to be best man.
: Monk took the reins, while Matt got
In and seated herself beside him. The
groom getting up behind, and ava,
they went along the sand-choked road
followed by Jones and his father
Inc day was bright and merry, tut
Matt never thought OF the old proverb.
Merry is the bride that the sun shines
on; she was too busy examining the
prospect on every side. All at once,
us the bridal procession wound round
s faf cry OF Of th segRsv r hsres hs saSgd
ing in it's old place by the lakeside, wa.
the caravan.
Monk looked pale--there was some.
thing ghostly in the reappearance ever
OF this inanimate object. He was
man of strong nerve, however, and he
speedily smiled at his own fears.
AS they approached the spot they
saw Tim standing near the vehicle il
conversation with two strange gentle
men-one IA little man in black broad.
cloth, the other a tall, broad shouldere6
fellow wearing a light overcoat and
wide-awake hat. Directly the process
sion approached, this group separated
and it's three members walked several
ly to the road, he with the wide-awak.
hat standing in the center of the roat
quietly smoking cigar
AS the dog cart came up he held III
his hand. Unable to proceed withou
running him down, Monk pulled ut
angrily.
What is it? Why do you block the
road?" he cried, fiercely.
Excuse me. governor, returned thu
other. coolly. ''Mr. Monk, of Monks
hurst, believe?'
That's my name.'
Sorry to trouble you on such day
hut should like fe w words with x,c,,
81 cannot stay am going to b.
$50 | heard said the man, liftine
his hat and bowling with grin to Matt
"Glad to see you miss. How do you do:
But the fact is, Mr.. Monk, my business.
won't keep. Be good enough to ste1
this way
Full of some unaccountab1e forebod
ing, inspired partly by the. stranger.
suave yet determined manner, partl!
by the temperance of the caravan
Monk alighted, and followed the other
across the grass to the close vicinity O:
The house on wheels. The little elderly
man followed, and the man who hat
arst spoken went through the cere
nony of Introduction.
This is Mr.. Monk. sir. Mr.. Monk
ibis gentleman is Mr.. Lightwood, o:
he firm of Lightwood & Lightwood
solicitors, Chester
And you-who the devil are you?'
demanded Monk, with his old savagery.
MY name is Marshall, Christiar
lame, John, though my friends cal
ne Jack" answered the other, will