The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1897-01-29
A VERY GOOD REASON

Old Squire Trenholme needing gov.
ernness for his four motherless child
rem. his maiden sister, Martynla, en-
gagged beautiful little Frenchwoman to
the squire's great disgust, as he detested
the French unspeakably.
"what possible fault can you find
with her" pleaded Miss Martynia after
Miss ST. Auguste had been In the house
a month.
"She's French" was the squlre's re.
ponse.
Nor was Jocelyne St. Augus,e slow
to perceive the squIre's bent.
"lle does no, like me, and whyi" she
asked Miss Mar,ynla.
"My dear" said the maiden lady,
"theres no accounting Tor a mans
freaks. I'm on y glad I'm not married
to one"
But one night just a. the stars we're
beginning to peep out through the pur.
pie glow above the syrlnga hedges, the
squire come In much Perturbed In
spirit.
"who Il that fellow ! saw walking
with Miss St Auguste on, In the shrub
berlesP didn't know she had any ac-
auaintanee In the village"
"oh,n said Miss Martynia, who was
knitting in the twilight, CHATS NJ. Du.
mont, an old Partisan irlend-ora young
one rather-who happened TO be pass.
ing through the village and discovered
by the merest accident that Joeelyne
was at Trenholme Parkw
"he's a humbug," said the squire dis.
contentedly.
"Whyin demanded his sister.
ale twists his mustaehe when he
talks, and-and"-
"And what"
"And don't believe In these old
young friends. hope he isn't going to
remain long In Trenholme village"
The squire's hopes were not destined to
be crowned with success. NJ. CASTOR
DumoEt was merely travelling, as he
said, pour Ia plalsir. lie was In no
haste. Trenholme was lovely spot,
and Miss ST. Auguste, a very beautiful
Girl. So NJ. Dumont stald on.
an tell you what George" said Miss
Martynla one evening, with a nod Of In.
eHabie wisdom, "that NJ. Dumont Is IN
love with Joeelyne."
"Nonsense," shouted the squire.
"But he IL, though" insisted Miss
Martynia. 81 don't know where your
eyes.are not to have seen II before. Well,
we'll, suppose we shall have to look
out for another goyerness 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
In the darkness.
"she would be fool to marry him."
he said sulenly and abruptly.
"why a foolr questioned his sister.
"All the world knows what French
husband IT," ,artly responded Mr.. Tren.
holme.
III suppose they are as good AS Freneh
wives" hazarded Miss Martynla.
The squire got up and walked out of
the room.
"She must do as she likes, OF course"
he said TO himself, "but ! can't bear to
think that her whole future being
bllghted by union with that swarthy
looking ioreigner--no, | can't. She's
too pretty and graceful. Poor, little
lonely JoeelyneW
He started as Miss St. Augustine con.
ironted him In the shrubbery walk, her
white daess gllmmerlng through the
dusk as an elfs silver drAPeries might
have done.
"Niiss St. Augustei Who would have
thought of meeting you here" ejaeu-
lated the squire somewhat astounded.
~ hope have not startled you, mon
sleur," said Joeelyne in low, tremulous
voice.
"No; but my child, you have been
crying"
"Pleate let me pass, Mr.. Trenholme,"
ialtered Joeelyne.
"But shall not let you pass,' ar
swered the squire bluntly, "un!ll you
tell me what the matter Is. Has that
that villain Dumont dared to annoy