Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1903-12-19 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

NORTHERN WEEKLY GAZETTE.  who had first betrayed me to Mrs Pimpernel, had finally, becoming doubtful as to the payment of Mrs Pimpernel's promised reward, betrayed Jesse to the man told off to track and finally to destroy him. So at the last, I understood it all ; why he had so persecuted me; why, marriage being the speedier as well as the safer way of getting posseksion of my money, he had preferred marriage to murder; and why he was obliged to withold his na2ne, until actually started an the journey, from the two men be had hired to convey us to the seaport town, 'where we were to have taken ship— s/hither I know not. It was close to this town that Mrs Brabrook also had been taken, and, being set down within a few miles of it., had thus regained her liberty, but bad lea all trace of Mrs Pimpernel and Mainningby. There and then .they di.appeared from her life and from mine; I have never seen or heard of either of them since. Bracewell I saw once many years after, sweeping a ereing in a crowded part in London. I ha.rclly think he saw or knew me, but so groat was the horror his face called up in me, that I jumped into the nearest hans.am, anxl was driven straight home  She kissed me and clung to me, and paid me a characteristic compliment. "Fm sure," she Said, "that Bob will like you so much." The boys were waiting for us, mune hailf-way down the drive to meet us, in fact, with Et-tie in a little tandem cart, drawn by two dank-eye. "And is it yerself, ma'am," they cried, "with a husband all mplate?" "Yes, it's me and him," I answered, "and we are married quite properly at last."  "And then Horace, in just his old way, came out with one of his old phrases: "Is that a fact?" he said. It was some days Later, in the evening, as we all sat round the peat fire in the billiard-room, that I told them the story of how we escaped from "the robbers," and great was their interest and sympathy and excitement, and many the things that they would have done had they been there; and sweet it was to find myself in their midst again, safe. and happy, and oared for; and joyous Isere the pictures that I saw in the glowing peat that night. Well, it's ina.ny yews ago now; the boys are all married, and there are htti "boys"--riot all of one sex—who have, most of them, some of their fathers' ways. And I—well, the peat fire did not.deeesive me that night at Shivdallagh—l am very happy, sheltered and content in the love of the man I love. Neither has anxiety shadowed me; my trust in John was well founded; the prophecy I made on that sad evening on the cliffs near Granbigh Hold, that time would add to his strength, and weaken the thing he combated, has proved a true one; and, fortified by my trust in him and by the added confidence bestowed by each passing year, he has lost the morbid fear which made the very consciousness of his inheritance almost a tcanptation in itself. There is nothing more to be said:, that night of my direst, need was also the night an which, for ever, the dread went out of my life, and since then nothing that the would would count intereckjig; has befallen me: for a happy woman, like a prosperous country, has no history.