The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-12-20

looked no longer q long, stumbling
girl, but a tall, bright, respondent
young lady.
1t was no use. Brinllley could not
conceal his admiration. Mats arms
alone were enough to make painter
wild with delight.
"Why, Matt, you look positively
magnificent! 1 had no idea YOU were
so pretty"
The girl blushed with pleasure.
The young man worked away for a
good hour and half, at the end of
which time he put the finishing touch
to the sketch.
"Finis coronal opus!" he cried
Look, Mattr'
Matt examined the picture with I'M
conscious delight. 1t was herself,
little idealized, but quite characteris-
tic and altogether charming.
MAY l take it home?" she asked
eagerly.
iii get you to leave it few days
longer. l must get frame for it,
Matt, and then YOU shall have it all
complete. Now, let me look at YOU
again." he said, taking her by both
hands and looking up at her sunny
face. Are you pleased? Will you
take care of the picture for the paint
cr'S Sake?"
MATHS answer was embarrassing.
She quietly sat down on his knee and
gave him smaclling kiss.
Matt! Matt" he cried. You
mustn't
But she put her warm arm round his
neck. and rested her cheek against his
shoulder
81 should like to have pretty dresses
and gold bracelets and things, and go
away from William Jones and to STAY
with you"
My dear" said Brinlllcy, laughing,
"you couldn't. 1t wouldn't be proper"
why not?" asked Matt, simply.
THE world is ccnsorious, little one
am young man: you are young
lady We shall have to shake hands
soon and say good-by. There, there"
he continued, seeing her eyes fill with
tears, I'm not gone yet l must stav
as long as can, y-really-you
must look upon me as quite an old fell
low am awfully old, you know, com
pared to YOU
lie gently discngaged himself, and
Matt sat down on II camp stool close
by. Her face had grown very wistful
and sad.
Matt" he said. anxious to change
the subject, ''tcll me something more
about William Jones'"
81 hate William Jones. 1 hate every
body-but YOU
"Rcally?'
YES, do
"Well, feel greatly flattcrcd. But
about the gentle Jones? You say he
was out all last night?"
Matt nodded.
lie goes out nigh every night she
said. and often don't come home till
Sometimes he finds things
and brings EN-. lie finds bits o. gold,
and old ropes, and bottles o. rum
Very odd. Whcrc?"
Gle don't tell: l know
81 wish you'd tell me, Matt. DO. 1
have particular reason for wanting
the information"
Matt hesitated.
"You won't say told? William
tones would be downright wild, he
I'll keep the secret faithfully.
Now?"
Thus urged, Matt informed her
friend that on two occasions, out of
she had followed her guar
lian on his nightly pilgrimagcs and
him go in the direction of the
Devils Caldron. On both occasions
The night was very dark On getting
clear of the coast-guard station. and
among the sand hills, Jones had lighted
lantern which he carried Trembling
and afraid, she had followed the light
along the cliffs; then out among the
sand hills. But all at once the light
and its bearer had disappeared into
The solid earth. leaving her to find her
way home in terror
The explanation of all this was, in
Mats opinion, very simple. William
tones was bad man and went to
visit the fairies
Yes she cried, land every time he
goes the fairies give him summat, and
he brings it home"
Each time you followed him." asked
Brinkley, thoughtfully, she disap-
pcared at about the same place."
Yes" said Matt; land the light and
him sunk right down and never come
up again"
The result Of the information thus
was to leave the young
man OF the caravan far more curious
than ever. He determined to turn the
tables on William Jones, and to watch
ms movements, not in the DAYTIME.
but during the summer night. waiting
for his appearance in the immediate.
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