The Holly chieftain., 1899-11-10

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$50 he didn't marry you, after ail,-
she said. with some show OF surprise.
"Oh, begin at the beginning!" said
Marguerite, blushing. Tell me all
about 1t, please"
First. you must know" began the
good woman. that always thought It
wasn't all light, for this reason-that.
though the young man used to come
courting on the sly. when your uncle
was out. he used to write letters to
him. for seen one myself, did
always misdoubted that young man,
though you did set such store by him;
and says to my cook, as I remember
very well. II any ones being deceived,
it's the child herself. and not her un-
cle,' I says. So, my dear. / kept the
address OF the letter see. thinking.
One day It'll come In useful And
sure enough 1t did! But 1t was very
strange. Here was never been out
of Torquay this twenty year. and just
fixed In my mind to come up by the
'cursion. when see this In the pa
pes.' She laid slip OF paper before
Marguerite. a copy OF Bernard's ad-
vertisement. Il allus guessed 1t had
been done at St. Boniface," she said
In triumph; so when l see that ad-
vertisement, / says, There's trouble,
and must speak up and tell what
know won't deny that / always
liked Mr.. Phillips" she added paren-
theticaily; "and chiefly because you al
ways cheered up SO when he come. So,
when l see the advertisement, I just
ran up to st. Boniface; and the clerk
and me. we searched the register. And
here's the copy of 1t, miss, as l brought
with me to make sure"
Marguerite raised her eyes 70 the
paper and looked.
There were the two signatures, one
under the other-"Arthur Phillips"
Marguerite Lilbourne.
Her heart sank; she did not remem-
ber the name in the least It touched
no chord of memory. Till now she
had cherished vague idea that with
the name of the man she had married
would come food of recollection. But
no!
Arthur Phillips-Arthur Phillips"
she repeated hopelessly; II am certain
never knew any one OF that name"
She leaned her chin on her hand.
The effort to remember was painfully
intense.
There was somebody" she said
slowly, who used to-used to-at
least, used to look out of the window
for him. called him some name
not Arthur. A short name-something
like Phil; but 1t wasn't Phil. l should
know 1t If l heard it, think. Oh,
don't you remember it," she asked
piteously OF Mrs. Acland.
The woman shook her head.
| Il don't" she answered; "but do re-
member you was SO took up with him.
But, bless you, Arthur Phillips worn't
his real name! l seen that plain
enough all the time"
Not his real name?'
mo, my dear. He never married you
for no good-of that I'm sure! / ought
never to a let you "a gone OF with
him. He come and said your uncle
was i'll, and he was to take you to
him; but, when he put you in the car
riage and drove off, my heart misgaye
me, for l see there was another man
with him; and Pm morally pursuaded,
my dear, that that other was Mr.. Bran
don hisself all the time-disguised, you
know. l never seen you again, my
q mi IlVNt
| noon, when Mr.. Brandon came raging
and shouting and wanting to know
where you was, thought directly that
he was only putting It on, and knowed
fast enough where you was all the
time. Well, my dear, s'pose IL I'd
a done my duty I'd "a gone to the per-
lice; but am poor woman, with my
living to get, and don't want no scan
dals about my house; and then, you
see, l hadn't nothing to say-no evil
dence. nor nothing of that kind. So
just KEEP quiet; but it's bin on my
mind ever SINCE"
Mrs. Acland," said Marguerite, SOL
EMMY, her hands clasped under her
chin, you say was in your house six
weeks, and that you saw me every
day."
"Yes, my dear"
Did 1t ever strike you that there
was anything odd about me? Did 1t
ever occur to you that was out Of my
| mind?"
The woman's look of CONSERVATION
was evidently genuine. No, she had
never thought Of that. "A poor little
nervous thing" had been her idaa