The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1897-04-01
A GOOD REASON.


i st. Auguste had been in the house
month.
!. She's French was the squire's re
sponse
/ Nor was Jocelyne ST. Auguste slow to
/; perceive the squires bent
He does not like me, and why?' she
asked of Miss Martynia
My dear, y said the maiden lady,
there's no accounting for mans freaks.
! I'm only glad I'm not married to one,
But one night, just as the stars were be-
ginning TO peep out through the purple
glow above the syringa hedges. the squire
came in much perturbed in spirit
'Who is that fellow | saw talking with
Miss ST. Auguste out in the strawberries?
] didn't know she had any acquaintance
in the village.
ooh, !" said Miss Martynia, who was
knitting in the twilight, that's NJ Du-
mont an old Partisan friend-or a young
one rather-who happened to be passing
through the village and discovered by the
merest accident that Jocelyne was at Tren-
! l1olme Park
Hes a humbug, said the squire dis
/ Contentedly.
''Why?" demanded his sister
He twists his mustache whom he talks,
and-and'-
"And WHAT"
"And dom believe in these old young
friends I hope he ISM going to remain
| long in Trenholme village. The squire's
hopes We're not destined to be crowned
with success. NJ CASTOR Dumont was
merely travelling, as he said, pour Ia
/ plaisir He was in no haste. Trenholme
was a lovely spot, and Miss ST. Auguste,
! the playmate of his childhood s days, was
a very beautiful girl So NJ. Dumont
staid on.
''I'll tell you what, George said Miss
Marty MA one evening, with a nod Of inef-
fable wisdom, that NJ Dumont is in love
with Jocelyno.
| 'tNonsensel" 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
WE'LL I suppose we shall have to look out
for another governess 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
She would be a fool to marry him, :" he
said suddenly and abruptly.
| "Why a fool? questioned his sister.
''All the world knows what French
! husband is, (" tartly responded Mr.. Tren
| holme.
II suppose they are as good as French
| wives. = hazarded Miss Martynia.
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 of her whole future being bIighted
| by union with that swarthy looking for
eigner-no, / can't, She's too pretty and
sweet and graceful. Poor, little lonely
| Jocelyne!''
He started as Miss ST Auguste confront
| ed him in the shrubbery walk, her white
| dress glimmering through the dusk as an
| elf's silver draperies might have done
| Miss ST. Auguste Who would have
thought of meeting you here?" calculated
| the squire, somewhat astounded.
IT hope [ have not startled you, mon
| sieur, = said Jocelyne in low, tremulous
voice.
''No But, my child you have been
| crying
'Please let me pass, Mr. Trenholme, =
faltered Jocelyne
But shall not let you pass, " answered
| the squire bluntly, until you tell me
what the matter is Has that-that vii
lain Dumont dared to annoy you?"
And Mr.. Trenholmes blood seemed
| turning to fire within his veins at the
| mere idea.
"No; nothing of the sort " Jocelyne an
! swered family.
| 'Then what is it?'
He has asked me to marry him, mon.
| sieur"
"The rascal!'
"Indeed, Mr. Trenholme, you are mis-
| taken. Gaspard is good and kind. have
| known him for years 1t was generous of
| him to offer home and heart to poor,
| desolate little me- only
And here Jocelyne stopped short, but
| the squire made no movement to let her
| pass.
''Only what?" he persisted
"Only, monsieur, could not love him. {"
"And you have refused him?"
| Yes, monsieur.
"The most sensible thing you ever did in
| your life,' calculated Mr.. Trenholme in
strangely relieved voice.
"Why?" Jocelyne looked up, with soft.
| inquiring eyes.
| Because 1 can't bear to think of your
marrying any one but Because, my
| dear there's the beet possible reason for
| your refusing him.
"What is it," Joce1yne asked hesitat-
! ingly.
Because Squire Trenholme re-
| lentlessly imprisoned both Of the cold,
| trembling hands in his--"T want you to
marry me. I love You, little Jocelyne,
| and I never shall let you go away from
| Trenholme Park again. Do you think
| you can learn to love me, Jocelynep''
There was sparkle through the star
| light, as if cascade of diamonds had gilt
| tered over the French girls cheeks. Squire
| Trenholme felt the hands thrill within his
| clasp, and then she nestled close TO his
side like weary dove returning to It's
| home.
| "Jocelyne"
| "Oh, Mr.. Trenhollne!''
| And then there was silence They I'M
| derstood each other quite sufficiently.
When the squire and his companion
came into the house few minutes later
Miss Martynia, glancng over the gold
rims of her spectacles. perceived the situa-
/ tion at once.