The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1897-02-24
A GOOD REASON.

herr pleaded Miss Martynia after Miss
st. Augus,e had been in the house a
month.
"Shc's French" was tho sluire's re.
spnuso.
Nor was Jocolyno ST. Augusta slow tc
perceive the squirrels bent.
"IIe does not like mo, and Why" sh,
asked Of Miss Martynia.
"Nly dear" said the maiden lady,
there's no accounting for a mans freaks.
I'm only glad I'm not married to one.
But orc night, iust as a stars were be.
ginIiiig to peep ont tar.T.,h tie purple
glow above tile srriug hedges, tho squire
came in much portuI bed in pirit.
"Who Is that fellow I saw talking with
Miss t. Aususte out in the shrubDcrirs;
| didn't kur| sho had any acquaintance
in tuo village
CON-" said Miss Mirtynln, who was
knitting in the twilight, 'thgt's VI. Du-
mont, an old Partisan frioud--or yoirG
ono rather--who happened to he passing
through The village ard discovered by tie
mcrest accident that JDcelyne was at Tren.
holmc pmll!'
"Ho's humhug," said tho squire dis,
3ontoutcdly.
"Why?" demanded his sister.
clio twists his mustacho when he talks
and--and"-
"Aud what?'
"Ard l don't believe in these old young
friends l hopp he isn't going to remain
long in Ttenholmo village" The squira'a
hopes were NOT destined To be crowned
with success VI. CASTOR Dumont was
merely travelling, as he said, pour Ia
plaisir, He was in no haste Irenholme
was lovely spot and Miss st. Augusta,
the playmate q his chldhGod's days was
u very beautiful girl. SO NJ. Dununt
stnid on.
"I'l tell You what, George, - said Miss
Martynia one evening, with a nod of incf-
fable wisdom, THAT NJ Dumont is in love
with .Iocalyno,
"Nonsense!" shouted the squire.
"But he is, though" insisted Miss
Martynia. II don't know where your
eyes are not to have seen it before Well,
well, | suppose we shall have to look out
FOR another govorness one of these days. -
Mr.. Trenholme made no answer, but he
sat long and quietly by the window, the
fiery eye of his cigar glowing through the
darkness.
"Sbe would he IA fool to marry him., he
said suddenly and abruptly.
why ii lpOI9 NutSJlblltNl his SlSutr
Gan the world knows what u French
husband is" tartly responded Mr.. Tren-
| holme.
81 suppose they arc as good as French
wives, . hazarded Miss Martynia.
The squire got up and walked ont of the
room.
"Sho must do as she likes of course
he said to himself, "but l can't bear tc
think of her whole future being blighted
by a union with that swarthy looking for
eigner-no, l can't. She's too pretty ant
sweet and graceful. Poor, little lonely
Jocelyner'
He started as Miss st. Augusta confront
ed him in the shrubbery walk, her Whit
dress glimmering through the dusk as al
! elf's silver draperies might have done.
"Miss st. Augusta! Who would hav
thought of meeting you hcrc." calculated
the squire, somewhat astcunded.
81 hope l have not startled you, mon
sieur," said Jocelyne in Il low, tremulou
voice.
mo. But, my child, you have beel
crying
"Please let me pass Mr. Trenholme, ;
faltered Jocclyne
But shall not let you pass, " answered
the squire bluntly, 'until you tell M
what the matter is. Has that-that vii
lain Dumont dared to annoy yous"
And Mr.. Trenholme's blood seemed
turning to fire within his veins at tn
mere idea.
"No; nothing of the sort, j." Jocelyne an
swered family
"Then what is it?''
"He has asked me to marry him, mon
siour'
"The rascalr'
"Indeed, Mr. Trcnholme, you are mis-
taken. Gaspard is good and kind I hav
known him for years. 1t was generous O
him to offer home and heart to poor
desolate little me, only
And here Jocolyno stopped short, bu
the squire made no movement to let he
pass.
"Only what?' he persisted.
"Only, monsieur, l could not love him.
"And you have refused him?'
'Hes. monsieur. -
1.-The most sensible thing you ever did j.
your life calculated Mr.. Trenholme in
strangely relieved voice.
why Jocclyne looked up, with soft
inquiring eyes.
Because | can't hear to think of you
marrying any one but Because, IN
dear, there's the best possible reason fo
your refusing him"
"Whut is it?" Jocelyne asked hesitat
lngly.
"Because''-and Squire Trenholme II
lentlessly imprisoned both of the cold
trembling hands in hist want you
marry me. | love you, little .JocelynC
and l never shall let you go away fror
Trenholme Park again. Do you thin
you can learn to love me, .Jocelyne?''
There WAS sparkle through tho stal
light ms if u cascade of diamonds had gil
tered over the French girls checks. SquiI
/ Trenholme felt the hands thrill within Ia
clasp, and then she nestled close to hi
side like weary dove returning to ii
home
"Jocelyne!"
"Oh, MIR. Trenholmen'
And then there was silence They III
derstood each other quite sufficiently.
Whom the squire and his companio
eame into the houSe n few minutes latpl