Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1906-09-01 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

NORTHERN WEEKLY GAZETTE.  an' my gude mon, as' we'll be puttire.him through his facings!' "She cheered me up, and told me to fear nothing; that all ,should come right; that he 'shouldn't hurt a hair. of my bonny wee head.' "So we sat and talked for half an hour, when she retired, assuring me-that no harm should befall me. "When the to hours had: expited, I heard Sydney Pembroke corning to My sitting-room, singing, as.he came upatairs— "'The Man that doves and is beloved  Must never shirk his duty; But he must work for those'he loves, And my wife is a beauty!' . , "When 'he opened the door of my sitting-room, and before-he calne in, I saw, as he stood in the doorway,- that he had been drinking. " Ah I my I.retty one,' he hiccoughed, as he leered at Me; ' there, you are! like an angel—my argel 1 There are no houris in Paradise like you. There doesn't want a pearl cto keep you a prisoner in. if you were in a pearl, and I was a departed Turk, fastened up in it with you, I'd smash the pearl open to let the less favoured in the realms of Mahornmedan bliss see what a prize I'd got.' "Then he came towards me, but before he could -truch me in walked the landlady. I need not stop here to tell you what occurred. I need only n.(ntion that, a montent or two afterwards, two stalwart Scotehinen marched into .the room. They never spoke a word. One just walked up to Mr Pembroke, who 100 aghast, seized him by the shoulder, pulled him backwards over; the other 'took him by the legs. They .turned round and , marched °tit with him, just the same as they would have come for, picked up; and marched off with a plank of wood. Really, Dareey, it was laughable the way, they did it.. "Next day I sailed for London. From there I sailed, under the captain's care, to Bilbao; and from thence I traveled to Saragossa, to some Spanish friends of my own. After staying a week or two with them, I visited some friends we had often heard from (I mean my mother and I who lived at Abnaden, near the foot of the Serra Morena Mountains. I stayed there until I had a letter from Mrs Chowley, who had been a great friend of my mother's When a girl. Dear old Mrs Chowley wrote begging me to come at once; so I again started for Gibraltar, secured my passage, and arrived here three months before Sydney Pembroke: lie must have heard of these people from my, uncle. . He has told me that he Can have rue put in prison any minute; that a warrant is issued for my apprehension in connection with the disappearance and murder of my cousin. He has frightened and tortured me in all sorts of ways. I have often thought of telling the Chowleys; and then .I have felt them to be all lies. He has pestered and threatened me; he has cajoled and begged of me to wed him again and again,— for he still persists in calling me his wife when we ,are alone,--until at laSt, dear"------(and she crept closer and closer to me, until her face WIIS buried in my neck "I am going to say a dreadful thing tcw," she whispered. " Well, pet, what is it?" "Till at last I longed for you to tell me that von loved me. Not until I had seen your eyes following me; not until I had seen you spellbound with what, you call my beauty; but when I knew, when I felt. you loved rue, I longed for a prot*ctor—l donged for, your love. And I have it.— ' I glory in it! I revel in it!" she cried, as her lips sought mine, and her 'arms went round my neck for one moment.; her face covered with tlushes, as though she had just heard of my love. "Why did yqu change your name to Kitty Hay?" "Because I fhought Pembroke would not find me then. I told Mr Chowley that Sidonia had better be dropped. As my cousin was lost, I did not want people continually asking me questions. This satisfied the dear old p3ople, and I do not think anyone but Pembroke, yourself, and the Chowleys know that I really am not Kitty Hay. Well, I shan't be one or the other, sometime, shall I?" she shyly asked. Then she sprang from me, and rushed out of the