The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-06-30
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as Colonial Governor.
 I Brithwood was supercilious and ] brutal. and threw John a crown. John | threw it back to him indignantly. MT. March gazed keenly-a at the lad and said: My name is March--Henry March. You have done me great service. If l can ever be of any service to you in | return" Thank you, sir" replied | John. with bow, and the two gem tlemen went on, March stopped at the stile to look back and murmur: "Oh. youth, youthi
 Years passed and John and Phineas, 1 now young men, were spending their I summer at Rose Cottage. on the breezy uplands of Enderley, whence John rode | down every day to supervise not only | the lanyard, but the flour mill which Abel Fletcher had added to his business l in Norton Bury.
 One half of Rose Cottage was oc- | cupied by the young men ande the other half by an invalid named March (John and Phineas wondered if 1t could be the same who had some so near being drowned in the Avonl and his daughter. who tended him assidi- ously, and of whom the young men saw, at first, but little, though their kind and garrulous landIady, who l thought how nice 1t would be if the young people would come together
 
 streak of romance, this hard-working woman.
 Johns latent romance began to awaken. too, and when Miss March walked on the downs he walked there also-but at a respectful distance. He found out that her name was Ursula. With 8 thrill he remembered that the little girl who had thrown him the slice of wheaton bread on the day he first Phfnaoa hoA 1AA Ursula by her nurse. Yet of course she could not be the samel
 Gradually the young men came to know their fair neighbor; and then John began to walk with her in the beechwood which grew near py and disceursed to her learnedly on the different sorts of trees. on sunsets and sunrises and the breezes of the uplands When ths two young people Of oppo- site sexes begin to talk of sunsets and trees and birds and that sort of thing there is but one result.
 They made pleasant picture, these two, when they came in from their walk-such walks as the young woman could snatch time for In her almost constant attendance on her father she with her hooded cloak dropping off. showing her graceful shape, rather above the medium height, and ner dark brown hair, which was gathered up in mass of curls at the top of her head as the fashion then was her dark eyes sparkling and her whole colorinE being of that soft darkness of tone which gives an impression of some- thing at once warm and tender, and John in the flush of his strength and youth.
 When old MT. March came to die as he did shortly after, 1t was John on whom the orphan girl relied in every thing, even though a great coach and Tour. with Lady Carolines own maid in the rumble and Lady. Carolines own olack-eyed iNeapolitan page came to Rose Cottage with letter offering to Ursula the assistance of her cousins at Mythe House. The dead man had been. after all, that same Mir. March whose life John had saved on the day he took his first writing lesson. His cousin. Squire Brithwood, had married a daughter of the Earl of Luxmore. He had met her at Naples in the house. hold of Lady HamiIton-that beautiful sinner whose bad fame as the bewitcher of Britannia's god of war, the immortal Nelson of the hundred fights" was then on every tongue.
 When her father had been laid in Enderley churchyard and her first grief was over. Miss March asked of John: Do you know Norton Bury, MT. Halifax?
 T live there," replied John.
 Indeed! Then you must know my cousins, the Brithwoods. Mir. Britn- wood is, I believe. left my guardian. This was to have been changed-I wish 1t had been But tell me can didly. for know nothing of her, what sort of person is Lady Carollne?"
 John hesitated. Gossip was rife with stories of the continual drunken ness of Squire Brithwood and the es- capades of his wife.
 T believe" said he at last, that she Is very charitable to the poor, very pleasant and very kind hearted. but. If may venture to hint as much, not the sort of a person to whom Miss March would like to be indebted for any thing except courtesy
 -'T shall be indebted to no one" re- piled Miss March. If she were a good woman, Lady Caroline would be a great comfort and a useful adviser to one who is scarce IS and. believe, an heiress."
 Johns face fell. He had believed. had hoped. that Ursula was poor. And so you live in Norton Bury" continued Ursula. How well I remember the chimes there. They used to keep me awake at nights when I was a little girl on a visit to the place and had cut my wrist with a bread knife NJ a struggle with my nunse. I fear I was a self willed child. They would not let me give a piece of bread and butter to poor. half-starved boy. have often thought of him since, when l have looked at this mark. He did look so manly and so hungry"
 Let me look at the mark, please" said John; and. taking her hand gently. he softly pushed back the sleeve, dis covering a deep, discOlored seam just above the wrist. SAs he gazed at 1t his features auivered, and then, with out a word, he left the room. But he sought Miss March next day and apolo- gized for his abruptness She was going away to her cousins. the Brith- woods, and she expressed her hope that sne would see John and Phineas -Phineas came In as a second thought ---at Mythe House..
 Tt is right, Miss March," said John. with honest dignity and pride show ing in his face. that I should tell you who and what I am. You will pardon me for not telling you sooner what I was only too willing to forget, that we are not equals-that Is, society would not regard us as much You are a gentlewoman and am a trades man"
 The news was evidently a shock to her; but John went on with the story of his life, including the incident Of the little girl and the wheaton bread.
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