The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1913-08-08

a pleasant evening he wal invited to
make the castle his headquarters, and
the upshot was that, a week later, he
was still a 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 a mine Of ~genealogy.
why, l do believe | didn't finish
that story OF the legend" she said n
day, when they stood side by side at
the tomb. You know L&dy Brow ne
was really a 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 II 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 a singular difficulty was
troubling him.
He loved Lucy. A shy, reserved
man, ne 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 lief
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 a at dinner-a
Caldwell. He was a young fellow just
down from Cambridge and evidently
an old friend.
I'D have known you for a 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 extraordinary
ly odd! Don't you see 1t, Lucy7"
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. 81 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 II they are a little inhospitable
you-youn understand, eh?"
Yes answered Merton, dismally.
An hour later Ne was in the Nor
man church, beside the tomb. How
soon bis hopes had been dashed down!
What be had taken for dswning love
was nothing but friendship, sincere
and unaffected. He must o betray
himself! He must leave on the NOR,
row.
A beam Of moonlight broke through
a cleft In the wall and shone full upon
the figures Of stone. 1t lit up the an.
Client lady's marble face, and, as it
did so, 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 #as-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
efigy Of her who had wandered away
TO Lyonesse-a mythical country far
/ out in the Atlantic"
. Then the full significance OF the old
story struck Caldwell like a lightning
fash. II 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 Ave summers. patient,
lovable; he remembered her face that
day she said good-by. and her hair.
whipped back by tho wind.
Halt an hour AtterwArd 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
py," he said. And perhaps the old al
lance between the Brownies and Cald-
wells will DO repeated many a time"
They did not quite Understandings
til they received his wedding an
nouncement.