The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1913-08-05

make the castle his headquarters. and
the upshot was that, week later, he
was still guest there, and his host,
the squire, resolutely refused to let
him depart, at least until the relation
ship had been cleared up.
Il think" he said, that you and
Lucy are twenty-ninth cousins"
Lucy was the most delightful cous-
in he had ever had.
She proved mine of genealogy.
"Why, / do believe l didn't finish
that story Of the legend" she said one
day, when they stood side by side at
the tomb. you know Lady Brow ne
was really bad woman. She ran
away to Lyonesse, in the west some
where-a mythical country far out in
the Atlantic-while Sir Roger was in
the Holy Land. When he came back
he prophesied that in eight hundred
years she would come back to him.
and he would recognize her and rise
out of the grave and pardon her.
But / must say 1t doesn't look as
though he was going to fulfill his
promise. for eight hundred years were
up five years ago"
The glamor of the English country
side bewitched Caldwell. He could
have lived there forever. But the
short vacation was drawing toward its
end. And singular difficulty was
troubling him.
He loved Lucy. A shy, reserved
man, he had never thought Of mar
riage until her sweet face and pleas
ant, simple ways attracted him
Would she come back with him? Or
should he abandon everything. settle
in England, and trust to being able
to succeed there and to maintain her
in her accustomed manner of life?
That night he dreamed of her among
the garden flowers; he seemed to see
in them the renewal Of the ancient
league between the two families; he
wandered through the castle grounds.
happy in his newly-found resolution.
There was q newcomer at dinner-a
Caldwell. He was young fellow just
down from Cambridge and evidently
an old friend
I'D have known you for Caldwell
any day" he said to Merton. do you
know you are the exact image of Sir
Roger?"
Why, so he isl" exclaimed the
squire. How odd-how extraordinari-
ly odd! Don't you see it. Lucy?"
Everybody did, and the recognition
seemed an omen to Merton. Perhaps
he, then, was the old knight. reborn
to win his lady in a new world, to
wipe out the unhappiness of the past.
He would speak to Lucy that even
ing.
After dinner the squire took him
aside. Il ought to tell you." he said.
innocently. that Mr.. Caldwell and
Lucy are to be married next autumn.
They have been engaged for a year.
So If they are a little inhospitable
you-you'lI understand, eh?~
''Yea" answered Merton. dismally.
An hour later he was in the Nor
man church, beside the tomb How
soon his hopes had been dashed down.
What he had taken for dawning love
was nothing but friendship, sincere
and unaffected He must not betray
himself He must leave on the NOR
row.
A beam of moonlight broke through
cleft in the wall and shone full upon
the figures of stone. 1t lit up the an
Gent ladys marble face, and, as it
did 80. Caldwell started back with an
exclamation Of amazement.
The face of the knight was his-so
much he had seen. But that of the
lady was-not Lucy's, but Miss
Browns. The family type had been
re-created in her as though those
eight centuries had been wiped out
completely.
There she lay, the little schoolmis-
tress, with her delicate features, the
ef1gy of her who had wandered away
ito Lyonesse-a mythical country far
out in the Atlantic"
Then the full Significance of the old
story struck Caldwell like lightning
flash. 1t was coincidence, of course;
he did not believe that the legend was
to be fulfilled in them. But for the
first time he thought of Miss Brown.
his friend of FIVE summers, patient,
lovable; he remembered her face that
day she said good-by, and her hair,
whipped back by the wind
Half an hour afterward he was bid
ding his host good-by in the hall of
the castle.
"A business matter, and positively
not to be avoided" he explained. Yes,
| take the early morning train. I'll be
up before you are down."
II Miss Lucy had guessed his feel
ing she would have thought herself
mistaken when she looked into his
frank face
Il hope you will both be very hap
by" he said. And perhaps the old al
lance between the Brownies and Csld-
wells will be repeated many time"
They did not quite understand-un-
til they received his wedding an
nouncement.
For, important as his business might
have been. Merton Caldwell hurried
first to Cape Cod And he found Miss
Elizabeth walking upon the sands
alone
She stopped and looked at him in
establishment and the color famed in
her cheeks.
"You-have come back?" she STAN
mered. "You didn't like England,
them"
He laughed. Il love it." he an
swered, "because-because-did you
ever hear about the legend of Sir Rog-
or Browne?" he asked.
NO." said Miss Elizabeth, limo
Gently. "Why?"
"I'll tell you on our honeymoon" he
answered impudently. you see. you
committed a great wrong eight hum
dFed years ago, and now you've got to
atone for it by marrying me-"
Copyright. 1913 by W. @. Chapman.)