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THE WIDOWED BRIDE. 185 ing of the brows, ‘I give you credit for all that is good © and noble, but I have been in. love myself, and I know just what resolution and self-control are worth at such a time as this?” “But [came down to Tregarvan Rectory to spend the . summer. You will at least give me the same notice to leave that you would accord to your groom or gardener—a month!” “Not I!” said the rector, determinedly. ‘A month! . Why you would be a married man at the end of tirat : time!” “You are taking a good deal for granted, sir.’ “Of course [am! A month, indeed!” ‘““A week, then. Come, Mr. Eskett, you wouldn't turn a visitor out of your house on less than a week’s notice?” ‘You'll see whether I shall or not!” the rector answered, _composedly. “But I have promised to take Miss Percival to Cresslyn to-morrow!” “T can’t be responsible, that I know of, for all your rash promises, young man!” said the relentless Mr. Eskett. “<I can’t forfeit my word, and I won’t!’ said Captain Eve- lyn, puffing energetically away at his cigar. ‘‘If this is the savage way in which you’re going to treat me, I’ll hire Rhyil Penzance, and settle down here for the summer. You can’t very well prevent that!’ Rhyil Penzance was a romantic little shooting lodge some mile-and-a-half from the rectory of T'regarvan, which hap- pened to be ‘‘to let” at that time, and the good rector’s ap- prehensions were roused at once. He knew enough of the willfulness of Captain Evelyn’s character to be certain that he was quite capable of carrying his threat into immediate execution if he were opposed too far. “Day after to-morrow, then,” said he, hesitatingly; ‘‘will that suit you?” ay suppose so, SRUIRO LAY Ernest. “Pretty hospitality this!” “It’s your own fault, sald the rector, laughing. ‘‘Come, Evelyn—own up that it 18." “T’ll own up to nothing,” said Captain Evelyn, unable to repress a smile. ‘‘I mean to follow the example of fashion- able tourists and write a book about Wales, and I'll be espe- cially careful to state that all the rectors in Wales are in the Eomicbooks