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THE MARRIAGE11 OF MARL I BY EDITH C. KENYON-, (THE NEW ALLEN RAINE), Author of The Wooing of fififanwy, The Wvaming of Gioerora, ,Iiaxei's Scapegoat." Ilk., tic. I CHAPTER XIV. I The Lost Gwl. Watn the help of a private detective Join Powell searched high and low, and in all directions, for Tom, and for Mart's v alii a hie eagagemeoit ring, and at last, traced the ring to a second-hand shop, where furniture, dreas and cheap jeweilery ware sold in Arberystwithu It was not difficult for the -wealthy Angk>-A utiUraiian tx> buy back the ring far his fiance, and the shop-keeper was glad to be treated so well, when he found it had been stolen by the ooy who sold it to him. 1n describing the boy, he made it clear to Mr. Powell that it was indeed Tom who had brought it there, and the man said there had been another boy hovering about outside, and. he did not know where they went after leaving the shop He was an ignorant man, and had not -the least idea of the real value of the diamonds. Indeed, he thought them not raol," and wondered at the ease with I' which he obtained X,5 for the ring. Mari was very glad to have her ring a^aia, aad chiefly because she had felt aabjuned of sneh a valuable article being I stolen from her by her step-brother, and qpBskiered it was wronging John to loan in that way so inueh tyf his hardly-won goM. Ily-, too, was thankful that it was foangl It was a great trouble to him that Tom had behaved so badly. He was ashamed of him, and declared that he would give him a sound thrashing if he ever twrned up again. And Ivor had no peiienc; with hi-s step-mother, who wnt about mournkfcg for her boy, with noisy grief and a mournful air, as if someone had wronged her and her eon. PoweH advertised for iho boy, and had him sought for, because he considered it a fearful thing to allow him to rush head- low to destruction, by starting in life as a thief, away from every good home influ- ence. For Marias sake he would fain Rave iter yo-img brother. But every effort was rn vain. Tom had disappeared, and left j no trace behind him. Hip great friend and I cnuam, Owen Jones. had also disappeared from his home, and was believed by his fiamiiy to have gone with him. I As the days and weeks went on Mrs. Hughes lost all hope of Tom's return to Bryncaredog. She declared ha had often tokl her he should run away one d-ay, and go into the worM to eaek his fortune, and ainoe they knew Powell he had quoted him as a fine example of what could be ckme in that way. "rm not going t-o weste my life waiting l1 Aee in tins poky old place for him," she said, and if you two," looking at Powell alad Mari, don't c-øt married, I rhal1 leave you and go to London. 3 Mari ws? m*t to be t?M-iod fix?'mg an early date for the wedding day. As sh? bad lea?mt to appreciate and respect John PoweU, the wrong Me wouM do him by marrying him without love '?wned upon her. She was sure his great, Loving hüTt wiW be brokeri if he found he had lear- ried a wife who was, in comparison with j kimse??, absolutely cold. Her every instinct and they were all honest" aoil honourahb with Mari—made her feel that eOO not h- rushed into a marriage with hrM. He seemed to lie in no hwrrv. E-vary day he came and motored, or rode with her, or they climbed up some of the hills, or .inoujntains, near Brvnearedog. The? would, t-ke provisions with them, 3nri reiLjiin out of d-oore almost all day. This, in the glorious autumn weather, was very delightful, and Mari found she liked the companionship of John, allè th&t it was exceedingly interesting to Àearhiin talk. He would tall h&r of his past Hie in Au? tralia, and of th,? st,-ang- and WOndflo1'iUll things '?haL ha.pp&??. to him there. A&d sometimes he talkA of a friend, who be- cajn?. lat?r on, hig partner and chum, named Dan Roberts, a Welshjr?n HiŒ him- self, and a good, honourable man. It seemed thM man was killed in an ac*idei;t whUe out riding. His hare* re?TP'?, fen backward? and rolled on him, and be onlv lived a iew hours after. He was a widower with one daughter Wilafieda, a yoang girl vrhom Powell had never seon, as she was in a boarding-school at Melbourne. But tbe dying man left her in his friend's cara, together with her property, which was not inconsiderable. There was no time to make a will. The dying man oould only say "T.ha.t he wished, and John Powell promised to do it. His word w.« as good as his bond, and after the funeral of his friend was over, he went to Mel- bourne to see his ward. Alag, when he arrived there, he found the was lest—she had been seen talking to a woman one day when the girls were out walking, and the next day she disappeared. The Melbourne police could not find her, and neither ccxqjd the detectives whom John set to work at onoo. Putting all bit work 00 one side, he devoted months to the task of trying to find her, but in vain. She seemed to have disappeared and left no trace. Reluctantly he conie to the con- clusion that she must have died; neverthe- less, when he left Australia he ord ered the seaach for her to be oocrti mied, regardless of espense, and soon let them know his a ddress in England. Be wW most anxious, he told Man, to l fulfil bw trus-L, ajui do everything possible for -the child of has old friend. He had in- vested her money in good securities, and the interest was acctmigainng. He still hoped that she waft alive, and would turn v tIp. Maii was deeply interested, and found heraelf sawing, "I hope she wall turn trp. She ocrald live with us till ebe marxiecl- Yu-'ve a kind heart, Marl," said the man. Brat now I want to speak to yoa about Mrs. Hughes. She worries your life out, I know, and there is no need fcir you to be so tried. She wants to go to May- faffr, doftmit ahs" "Yes, ahe hae tafen a hotree tbape al- ready, thróugh an agent, and she is im- paJiensfc to be gone,^ and Mari sished. We&, my dear, let. her go. You and Iv«r can Eve on e Bryncared^—it is your oflsgn honse,-wifi f Oatrin and the ser- vants, for another six months, if you like, before wse marry." Manx's face tit up. -Do you mean it, John?** she asked, adding timidly, "wo-uldn-tt it be keeping To-a waotmg too Lmg -e- Not bit. Hace my liberty. And I can visit you every day, as I do now; and we can ride and motor together, and you taxi be getting used to me—yon know Pm not in a hurry, a good thririg 36 worth waiting for.- Mari --w -drtwhted, Oh, John, you are i, dear, good nl-all abe cried But what will you ilo I I know you are not very eoT»feertahfe at that hotel." HOh, rtlont mean to stay thor4e,! I'm joing 4o buy a castle I've found on the Im-ak of the T)cvev, atwmt ten miles away. Cootle "Morgan" it's called, after the man phoA built it. it will be rather big for a !>achf^pr, hut I can liwe in one part of it. PTl take you to see it to-morrow/' "'Thaaiks a'jrfiii^. I-t aotHidev«ry nac«~ wt tejj nailer awa-y —i&n't that rather far?" Wd ycu rather I was nearer than iui. T'- tha.t?" he asked, looking down into her face with eyes that flashad, Ob, yes, rather n-eaerr," ehe =aid. "I should like to have you within ca.il/" "We should be that if I were at the castle, for we w".üld tach have, a tel^pKono We should he a Me to say, Good JSight," &nd Good Morning," and all the reet -tf it. If you wanted me. you v,oulci only have to sa. -,koulci o^er like greased ]?<jhtBiag. Mari clapped her hands" -Hood," she said. It will be ideal. To have you within call, a-ad yst keep my own free- dom; what could he better?" He did not answer, but Ma Hps '?3 i ver<?d .)iit ixis fi,,iiveiy-d, <n P?p 7ave her a look whkb i??ch?d her deeply, and yet she could n-oot ^ruite haye explained why. ThernlJ was a curious relation. What wû-uld ceme of it? Perhaps she ought to Diarry him at once; but no, some instinct told her that she must net. How would it end ? (To be Continued.)

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