Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1906-10-18

have ever seen him beforeY'
His lordship stopped and knit his
brows.
Il could have been certain of 1t, ii
you had not mentioned his name; but
| suppose | must be mistaken, for dc
not remember it, And 1t was not
your future son-in-law?"
No, no" said the squire. 'You
will see him this evening; | have
asked him to dine with u.s."
Yes, yes, delighted purred the
worthy bishop. Strange mistake OF
mine, and yet felt quite sure | had
seen this Mr."
"Faradeane," supplied the squire.
Thanks, yes. | don't remember
the name in the least and, as you
may be aware, pride myself on never
forgetting a name. Who and what Is
this Mr.. Faradeane? One of the
local magnates?"
NO" replied the squire, HE has
purchased a small house here-there
1t is, you can see the chimneys-and
settled among us. | like him ex-
tremely."
Il should like to meet him. said
the bishop amiably. 81 very seldom
forget a face, and his seems familiar
to me"
III you'll come with me to his cot.
tage I'll ask him to dine with us to-
night. He is a most charming com
panion," said the squire eagerly.
The bishop inclined his head, and
the two men walked towards The
J Dell. AS they did 50 they saw Fara-
deane in the garden, pacing up and
down the gravel walk, and the squire
stopped at the gate and called to him.
Faradeane walked towards them
but at sight Of the bishop stopped sud
denly. 1t was only for a moment,
! however and he came and unlocked
the gate.
Good afternoon" said the squire.
Let me introduce you to the Bishop
of Latham, Faradeane,"
! Faradeane raised his hat and the
bishop followed suit and smiled.
I'VE have met before, Mr.. Fara-
deane, have we not?" he said pleas
antly.
Faradeane looked him straight in
tho face.
Your lordship mistakes me for n
better man, | hope" he said with IA
smile.
The bishop bowed with ready cour,
tesy and self-possession.
1T is not SO, then. Pray forgive
me-"
Dine with us tonight, will You,
Faradeane?" said the squire, with af,
fectionate familiarity.
Faradeane hesitated a moment,
then shook his head.
Not tonight he said.
The squire knew him too well to
dream of pressing him; and the
bishop. having exchanged few words
with him, he and the squire turned
homewards.
| Half an hour later BARLEY Brad
stone left The Naples to walk to the
Grange. Most men are nervous and
restless the day before their mar
riage; but Mr.. BARLEY Bradstone was
/ nervous and restless to remarkable
degree. He had wandered about his
huge house all day bullying the worll-
and tho gnrNuntE and n n of
until his brougham had been brought
To the door that he had suddenly de
cided that it would do him good 70
walk instead of ride to the Grange.
He had got himself dressed in his
evening-suit with even more than his
usual care, as his badgered valet,
driven almost to distraction, could
testify. and he lit up cigar at start
ing to steady his nerves. He had
also drunk a fun glass of brandy-and.
water for the same reason.
There was Il shortcut through the
! " ood-the same wood in which Fara.
deane had pleaded for Bertie-and
the moon lighting up every inch OF
the way, Mr.. BARLEY Bradstone de,
cided to go through the wood.
Many another man would have been
struck by the beauty Of the scene. the
soft light throwing the shadow of
every leaf upon the ground in a deli.
cate tracery, and silvering every
branch of the grand old oaks which
had been the pride OF generations of
Vanleys; but Mr.. BARLEY Bradstone
was too fully occupied with thoughts
Of tomorrow to bestow any attention
upon scenery,
only a few hours MORE" he NUT
tered-"only Il few hours! I'm a
plucky devil, and deserve to win:
and | will, too! She's plucky, too.
Lord! it's wonderful what n girl will
do to save her father. How beauti.
full she is, and how proud! But I'll
cure her of that, rather think III
let her know who's master, once I've