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i^.vii.cace ot marriage between Lieutenant ",e, of Tregarthen, Cornwall, and Rachel Raymond, dauehter of Isaac Raymond, of Polperro. I L, w<ts all correct ana u^ai it liki Uietc was the cer- tilicate of the baptism of a hoy at a London church as well, some six months before. And a pretty boy lie is, too," Mrs. Nash said. .'11 be the very image of his father, and he's a i some man, you know, sir." onfound his good looks," the Lieutenant said tically, "lit make them wear another expres. "ore I've done with him. The knowledge of secret has given me a hold upon his heart-strings and I'll tweak them before I've done with him, I promise you." Kachel was gone out for the day, and the pair of worthies had time to plot as pleasant a little scheme of mischief as ever entered into any one's heart to imagine. Lieutenant Bossanquet learned all that MJB. Nash could ten and, as that lady perused all her lodger's letters, and kept a constant watch upon her, there was not much she did not know. It matters little to our story how their fiendish scheme was carried out-how letters were intercepted and reports sprp"l while poor Rachel waited in vain for Mr husband, and grew daily nearer the *,tv ■ Ing. lr" < o!e was the second son of Cornish souiro o- gf eans, whose estate of Tregarthen -> the eldest son Herbert, who. a delicate invalid, and his sister *iiiena, resided at the old family mansion. A more united family could hardly be imagined; their as;ed mother shared their home, and Lionel a.L-.o when his fancy pleased him. Ho inherited an independence from a deceased aunt, to that his marriage with the daughter of a cottar on the estate niighc have been no secret but for the feeling of pride Hope works wonders in tile ».. Temple's ankle grew better fast after hio gone, and in four days after his dpparture-whftfi n* once more heard his voice in the passage—he was able to stand up and welcome him back. Well, King he cxclairnad, as the lawyer entered the room. Where is she? Not here. Do sit down you will do yourself a mischief, No I shan't. Why have you not brought her; wouldn't she come ?" I have not seen Mrs. Temple." Not seen her No." You went to Mrs. Nash's ?" "Yes." And she was not there ?" No." "Hang it, man, don't answer in monosyllables like that. You are driving me mad. JVhere is she?" "I do not know." Not know Oh, I can guess—something has hap- pened at her home, and she is gone back to her father's—that is it, is it not ?" Don't buoy yourself up with false hopes, Temple," the lawyer said; your wife is, I am sorry to say Not cleld -don't, say it, King My pretty Rachel! I could riot bear it "I There are worse things than death," was the grave reply. 0 Don't," said Lionel, sharply, don't hint at what you were going to say Remember you are speak- ing of my wife "Were she the queen I could not speak otherwise. You must bear it some time. Better from friendly Jips like mine, told with pitying gentleness, than *■ JVe v lIe thundered out the word with a vehemence uiai made the squire start. My girl was a good girl and an honest one. If this man had got her it was through some foul play or other." Rut this Bossanquet was a very specious, smooth- spoken fellow he might have wiled her away who knows ?" "Hraurn knows, sir. If this story of her death is true, there's more to be told yet. My Rachel was a true wife, and nothing would take her away from her husband—she loved him so." Who was her husband, Isaac ? You know hard things have been said about her disappearance. I think you should speak now." 1 will, sir, when I've seen him. I can't get at the rights of it till I do; I think I shall find him in London." I hope you will. I am glad to knoir she was mar- ried I should not like to think that you had connived at her disgrace." I didn't, sir I saw her married. Forgive me, squire, that I don't seem quite open to you about it; but you'll understand when I'm free to tell you. I took an oath that I wouldn't, sir." Don't break it for me, Isaac. I had a fear at one time that my brother—that Lionel He stopped for a moment: the vision of the fair, proud face of h's brother, with its kindly eyes, going down in the dark cold waters of death, rose and took away the words from his lips. "We are in trouble here, Isaac," he said rhf- did not say what the trouble was), "and I hardly know )' how to talk to you. I wa.s going to say, U>;it we fancied at the time that your daughter had forgotten her honour and her station for the sake of Mr. LioneL" A curious look flashed across Isaac Raymond's face, id prompt: he said warmly. Don't 'lieve it. Mr. Lionel was ated my girl like a lady, nor wrong at his hands lor a moment—he could 3 said after a pause. I ne time to other ears than pj 19 to do now, my poor » sir." n u. „ aj nothing. XI ho wrote this letter, and g face. he did what he from her good, true hus- C| in heaven, if the parson It t it yet." mv poor fellow. Tell me, ri ? London is a wide place, f I but I shall he helped > to do—I don't fear." lgh, Isaac ? It is a long, I muds, sir. I'd been putting t i see my Rachel. She was w she's gone I shan't want let me know, Tsaac. I I cheer, my good fellow will find things not so bad re >nm/ hA some mistake, 9 likely, this man may have use of his own." lead, sir. Here's the paper p. If it be. the truth will r fear. Beware of that man, mischief." sir. I'm more afraid of and when you see Mr tell him where I'm gone and other's name gave Herbert pain at his heart that the words did not strike him. :ory in the paper under his le would ever speak to Lionel world would bring news of > listening pars. 3 said. Heaven help you, [ could die and join my poor the life was gone out of the lim down the avenue, walking had bowed his back more than fe and happy content gone out said to himself. This is a 'thing but sorrow in thl world, ) summon his sister and tell which the paper had brought have to break to their aged *st son her darling—the veiy ars—was gone, never more to ight smile, or support her with the tearless composure of the JUt he shall not return unto me," reaved father of old and then ihe bade them not trouble about p before her," she said. She caged equal strife as yet, for the re's wife and son. be continued.)

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