Willmar tribune., 1904-07-20
oes. This letter was to Kate

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from Martin Newcombe It. was lows
letter, very earnest, ardent love let-
ter, but it did not make the young girl
happy, for it told her very little about
her father. The heart of the lover was
so tender that he would say nothing to
his lady which might give her needless
pain. He had heard what Capt Mar
chand had told and he had not under
stood it, and could only half believe it..
Kate must know far more about all
this painful business than he did, for
her fathers letter would tell her all
ne wished her to know. Therefore,
why should he discuss that most dis
tressing and perplexing subject, which
he knew SO little about and which she
knew all about. So he merely touched
| upon Maj. Bonnet and his vessel, and
| hoped that she might soon write to
| him and tell him what she cared for
him to know, what she cared for him
to tell the people of Bridgetown, and
| what she wished to repose confiden-
/ Tally to his honor. But whatever she
chose to say to him or not to say to
him, he would have her remember that
his leart belonged to her, and ever
would belong, no matter what might
happen or what might be said for good
or for bad, on the sea or the land. by
friends or enemies.
This was rarely good love letter,
but it plunged Kate into tn deepest
woe, and Dickory saw this first of all.
He had brought the letter, and for the
second time he saw tears in her eyes.
The absence of news of Maj. Bonnet
was soon known to the rest of the
family, and then there were other
tears. 1t was perfectly plain, even TO
Dame Charter, that things had been
said in Bridgetown which Mr.. New
combe had not cared to write.
"Dlckory," said the girl, my mind is
filled with horrible doubts. l have
heard of the talk in Bridgetown before
we left, and now here is this letter
from Mr.. Newcombe from which 1 can
not fail to see that there must have
been other talk that he considerably
refrains from telling me-"
He should not have written such a
letter." exclaimed Dickory hotly; 'he
might have known it would have set
you to suspect1ng things"
"You don't know what you are talk
ing about, you foolish boy" she said;
1T is very proper letter about things
you don't understand"
She stepped little closer to him, as
if she feared someone might hear her
'Dickory," said she, "he did not put
that thing into my mind; it was there
already. That was a dreadful ship,
Dickory, and it was filled with dread
full men. If he had not intended to go
with them he would not have put him
self into their power, and if he had not
intended to be long away he would not
have planned to leave me here with my
uncle"
"You ought not to think such thing
as that for one minute" cried Dickory
Il would not think so about my
mother, no matter what happened!"
She smiled slightly as she answered.
II would my father were a mother,
and then need not think such things
But, Dickory, if he had but written to
me! And in all this time he might
have written, knowing how 1 must
feel.'
Dickory stood silent, his bosom
heaving. Suddenly he turned sharply
towards her. 'Of course he has writ
ten," said he, "but how could his let
ter come to you? We know not where
he has sailed, and besides, who could
have told him you had already gone to
your uncle? But the people of Bridge
town must know things. l believe that
he has written there"
"Dickory," she said, IF he wrote to
anybody he also wrote to me, and that
letter is Still there"
"That is what I believe" said be-,
''and have been believing it,
'Then why didn't you say so to me,
you wretched boy?" cried Kate "You
ought to have known how that would
have comforted me. If I could only
think he has surely written, my heart
would bound, no matter what his let
that cannot bear"
"You have not been dropped" he ex-
claimed, "and you shall know it. Kate,
I am going"
NAY, nay" she exclaimed, "you
must not call me that"
"But you call me Dickory," he said.
''True, but you are so much young
er."
"Younger!" he exclaimed in tone
OF contempt, not for the speaker, but
for the word she had spoken. ELEVEN
months!"
She laughed little laugh; her ma
ture was so full of it that even now
she could not keep it back.
"You must have been making care
full computation" she said, "but it does
not matter; you must not call me
Kate, and I shall keep on calling you
Dickory; could not help it. Now,
where is it you were about to say you
were going?"
If you think me old enough" said
he, II am going to Barbados in the
King and Queen. She sails tomorrow
| shall find out about everything, and I
shall get your letter, then l shall come
back and bring it to y0u'
"Dickory!" she exclaimed, and her
eyes glowed.
To Be Continued i.
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