Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1912-09-28 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

REMEMBERS.  The station was fairly crowded at Victoria waen Cartonv came to see his brother off :n tae train to Brayton, the quiet little fishing villago. in Sns.sex which had been chosen for the place of his convaleFeenee. Marguerite, sweet and tender-eved as ever, sat beside her husband, attentive to his evory want. By some gift of instinct Jack had made no mention of Scherlcin's murder, for he had realised that the name of the American millionaire would not he a very welcome one to his brother, ani, moreover, he remembered that Scherlein had once been a friend of Marguerite's, as also was Sir Michael Shannon.  "Can I get you some papers " he asked, anxious to alleviate the short space of monotonous travelling for his brpther.  " Just one or two nia,azines, if you don't mind," said Marguerite, hastily; and Jack returned with all th•e lightest and brightest of illustrated papers which were likely to amuse, without in any way disturbing his brother's peace of mind. Brayton was such an old-world little place that Marguerite and Jl:ck hoped for different, reasons, that the news of the Park-lane murder hut not reached it. or, at any rate, not arrived at the point of discussion. They had chosen a quaint little cottacre about half a mile from tbe village, a.nd Jervis remarked once that it was as though they were honeymooning again. Marguerite placed her hand in his; but nevertheless her eyas were turned away from her husband's face, as she remembered the night of their wedding down in Devonshire, and all that had .come of it. •  - The autumn days were glorious, though not very long. Eng,laud was enjoying a perfeA Indian summer. Jervis and Niarguerite spent calm, delightful hours upon the seashore, where no one seetned to come; and it was thus one day when the tide was coming slowly, softly in, that Maiguerite •teld her husband all that was in her heart. •  '• Dear,- she said, 'I could not help hearing-when you were your doubts of Jack and LITP  "Not doubts." he answered, a flush creeping over his pale face. "Well we will call it so," she said. "Jervis, yon were all wrong. On the day you asked me to marry you. Jack proposed to me, and I. since I could not return the love he offered me, save as in the old days of friendship---,I refused him.'' A low, broken err burst- from Jervis Carton.way's lips. as he understood how he had been punished for his distrust of her. •  • •' Jervis," she went on, determined now that he should know the innermost secrets of her 1-I.•art, on t'le night of the masked ball I met Sir Michael Shannon. I didn't know who be was then; hut I felt instinctively that he was the only man I could ever love in my life. Forgive me, dear, for saying this to you; it is the last time his name shall ever pass my lips. After to-day we will lock it no for ever; and I will be your wife and you shall be my husband, without doubt or secret between us. and there shall be perfect trnst and perfect understanding. For a moment she paused ; the she went on, her voice not quite so steady as he could have Wished : On the night of our wedding I saw him by chance at the saw. He had been looking for me; hut since he did not know my name. or anything about me. naturally in vain. I told him I W:i6 your wife.; and tleti—then he rode away. I met him many times in London, as you know ; hut always I avoided him; until at last. at Philippa's party, eomehow we both understood, without a single word being said, the secret we had both tried to lock up in ourr hearts for ever. 1 asked him to go away that 1 inight forget him, and he did." (Tn bo continued.)