TRESCOBELL.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21076, 9 January 1932, Page 13 (Supplement)

TRESCOBELL.

A ROMANTIC MYSTERY.

CHAPTER XIX. —(Continued). " Nonsense," and she spoke a little Scornfully. " If what she claims is true, she is Miss Trescobell, and has descended from a long line of Trescobells, who were ennobled bv Henry the Seventh. She also hopes to be the possessor of all this," she gave a quick glance around her; "while I am only Mary Prynne, a South African school-teacher who has come to England to get a situation as a governess. Prynne," she repeated, " it is neither great nor Doble, is it?" In spite of myself I felt the truth of her words. Mary Trescobell had everything, while Mary Prynne had nothing, and yet Jlary Prynne was everything to me. " Why aren't you with her now?" she went on. " I saw her making eyes at you a little while ago, and I am told it was through you that some of the most important evidence was obtained; so vou ought to be with her now, Mr. St. Hilary." " I thought it was agreed between us that we were to call each other by our Christian names?".l ventured.- "I told you to call me Ben." " Did you call me Mary at the ruins a little while ago?" she asked. Then her eyes flashed as though she had come to a sud'ien resolution. " Do you call that girl Mary ?'' she went on. " Does she cail you Ben I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks, for I remembered that less than two hours before Mary Trescobell's eyes had flashed dangerously into mine as she had called me by my Christian name, and begged me to visit her at the Rectory. " Please don't let me keep you any longer," she said, looking steadily at me. '' You will naturally wish to be with those of your own order, not with a humble /;irl such as I " "No!" I exclaimed fervently. "I ;ivant to be with no one but you. ' "Why do you want to be with me?" j " Because —" I commenced, and then the worcls froze on my lips. I saw her eyes blazing, her lips quivering, while anger,-manifested itself by her very movement "Please! please! Mr. St. Hilary," she went on, " do not imagine because I am nameless and homeless that I have no pride; neither am I a flirt, and if there is anything I hate it is to be treated as though I were without brains or feelings." " Mary," I urged. "Miss Prynne, please," she commanded. " No, 1 won't call you Miss Pry|ine, for whatever else you are, you are I»Sry to me. I don't know why I came to see you this evening—yes I do, though, I came because I could not help myself. Immediately those people had left me I felt I must come to you, and I cohM no more stop myself from coming than I could stop the sun from rising to-morrow morning.," She seemed .on the point of protesting, but I stopped her. " You have got to listen now," I went on, " and although I may be mad I must tell you what has come to me. Directly you left the ruins an hour or two ago, 1 learnt the great secret of .my life; learnt that .you were all the world to me; learnt that I loved yoii. I didn't mean to tell you this; in fact I believe it was the thing farthest from my mind when I left tho ruins. But there it is." Her face, which had been flushed with anger, became as pale as death, and I thought I saw her eyes becoming dim. I was sure, whatever might be her feelings towards me, that my words had aroused her,; I saw her hands clench and unclench, and she seemed undecided as to what to say or do. Then she turned on me quickly. ■ ', , . L , " Have yoii said—all this to Mary Trescobell V she asked/ " No," I said. "Are you sure?" '/Perfectly sure. I have' never spoken .words of. love to Miss Trescobell." . §he seemed like one fighting a great battle with herself " Have you never made her believe that you love ter ?" she asked. " Has she ever made you believe that she loves you?" I was silent, for even at that* moment I instinctively felt that she could detect oyen a suggestion- of what was false. " Tell me," she went on, " for whatevei it js; to you, this is a great hour to me! 1 am only a simple girl, and know nothing of the ways of the world, and I have never allowed a man to make love to me. i don't say that, some haven't tried; they hayie, but whatever I am, I am not tba kind of gitl who treats love lightly, and J can't trust you, Mr. St. Hilary." " Not trust me! Why? Have I given you' reason to mistrust my words?" and my own anger began to rise. " Why'can't I trust you ? How can 1 trust a man who changes so quickly ? Have you not within the last few hours dreamed 'of making Mary Trescobell your wife ? Good evening, Mr. St. Hilary, 1 wish to be alone." Again I was silent, for what could 1 say? She seemed by some stange intuition; to be able to read my mind. ".I see I am right. Not that it matters, for you are nothing to me, never can be. Your standards of life are different from minej and although I suppose I ought to feel flattered by what you have said, 1 don't. Good evening, Mr. St. Hilary." "No," protested, "you must not leave me like that. At least I have spoken to'you honestly and truthfully." She looked at me intently for a few Seconds, and then burst out laughing. " We colonials," she said at length, " are said to be rough and unsophisticated, but at least we know the meaning of the word, honesty; and what is more we have an ifuiite contempt for people who change like weathercocks. If you must make love, make it to those who can appreciate the sort of love yofc have to offer, 1 can't." She left me at that, and I, like a fool, stood watching her as she made her way to Trescobell village. . CHAPTER XX. " There is a letter for you on yom\ desk," Zacky greeted me when more thaD an hour later he met me on the top of the stone stairway, and then followed me as I made my way to my room. " The par son's garden boy brought it," he added as I picked it up, and then he watched me closely. '■ ' 7 < Almost mechanically I took it from the table, and 4ore it open. This is what 1 lead: Dei<r Ben, . There ure heaps of things I want to talk to you about. You can guess that, cant you? I want to tell you what the lawyers said to me—and other things. But •"lr. Chikls, although nn old dear, is very strict in his notions, and I should hurt his leehugs if I came to you. However, perhaps it is all for the best. He has Bug Bested that you should come here to dinner to-morrow night. You will, won't you? . Mary. vjhat possessed me I don't know, for nnder ordinary circumstances 1 should hever have thought of such a thing, but •J- passed the note to Zacky with the words ' Read it."' Of course you will go?" ho said a Sttiuute later. I. don't know," I replied. Don t know! Why?" r 'L as i" a strange mood, and my mind as altogether unbalanced, but I longed J- had never longed before to make a confidant of someone, and before I knew tvhat I was doing I was telling Zacky of Wat had Co!iit) j nto niy jj fe> ' j n ordinary circumstances I should never have though! SUu h a thii.g, but I found myself talk- *° lhol 'Sh had been my 3»f C '° "'' u nieaM > master," he ejacuH'rL i when - 1 ■ iiaf i toid him my story, Vi-2,- everything changed like that?" . - Even-thing," 1 replied. "When 1 lls rnor ning I believed myself to m love with Miss Trescobell. As you tin 0 !* Went ' HSt n 'Rht to Resugga adit j.J" n S to meet her. My every thought and j pe seemed to lie for her, and although sure, I believed myself to be in ' ler - When she came with the : wyers I thought she was everything to

me, and then suddenly she became nothing." • " And you mean to say that this maid from South Africa made everything different ?" Zacky ejaculated. " Everything came to me Hke a flash of light, Zacky," I confessed. -" Directly she hid left thQ room I knew it was she, and she only, whom I cared about." "You must be mazed, master!' ejaculated the old man in broad Cornish. " Why should I be mad ?" I asked. " Why, think!" he cried. "Trescobell is one of the oldest names in the county. She is the descendant of a long line of lords, and her nobility goes back for hundreds of years; while this Mary Prynne is a nobody, just a South African school-teacher who hasn't a penny to her name." " What do I care r.bout that ?" I asked. " But think, master, if her hopes come true, Miss Trescobell will be the owner of the whole country-side. Don't you see what a fool you'd be to give her rp?" " I am not giving her up. Of course I did not realise it at the time, but 1 .3o now. She was never anything to me. 1 was carried away by the ronidn-o of the situation, but I never loved her-.' " Are you sure of that ?" and there was a peculiar glitter in his eyes. "Of course I am sure, but there, what's the u;ie of talking, it's all to no purpose. As I told you, I saw Mary Prynne after she had been here, but she would not listen to me. She looked at me as someone beneath contempt; she laughed at me." " And yet she is a nice maid," Zacky asserted. " The nicest maid I think 1 ever tiaw. Beautiful, too, beautiful as a spring morning." " I dare say. I see all that, Zacky, and more," I replied. • " But she is not for me." " And you say she laughed at you ?" " She treated me with a kind of goodhumoured contempt; she regarded me as one whose words had no meaning, a kind of weathercock who changes with every wind." " And you care for her still ?" " Cure for her!" I cried. " She is the only woman in the world, and will always be the only woman in the world to me. But what does it signify? She cares nothing for me." " I wouldn't be so sure of that," Zacky advised me. " Women are curious creatures," and flashing a quick glance at me he asked: " How did she know you had been in love with the Trescobell maid ? " " She didn't know, because I have never been in love with her. She seemed to have u kind of intuition of the thoughts I had entertained about her." " And what will you do V Will you give her up ?" "Give her up!" I cried. "I shall never give up trying to get her. Would you if you were I?" Zacky chuckled like one amused. " It's strange ed'n it," he said presently, " that a young gentleman like you should be talking like this with toatlish old Zacky Martin, but still, as I have told 'ee, more than once, old Zacky'can see in the dark, and as you know that's been i good thing for you," and there was i curious intonation in l his voice as he said this, and I could not help remembering how that twice he had been the means of saving my life. " Why I have told you all this, Zacky," I went on presently, " I don't know, except that I have come to regard you as a friend. I don't forget that night in the winze, neither do I forget last night. Esau Trescobell would have killed me iasf> : . : aight but for you." " Never mind that," exclaimed the old man a little angrily, " you are here now strong and well, and perhaps you will be ablu to do me a good turn some time. But what are'you going to do, master?" " D(i ?" I queried. " Yos. lam thinking about that letter. Sou had better go to the parson's to dinner; you had better hear what she has to say." Then after a short silence he added:; " You had better make sure too." " Make sure of what?" " Mike sure of your own heart," ..and a new tone came into his voice. "It may be," ho w.nt on earnestly, "-that thflt £!pnth African girl is rig«»..- What comes quickly may .go quickly. Suppose that she didn't mean what she said; suppose t'iiat she does care for you, and you were .to marry her. What then ? You see, marriage is a serious business, and suppose your. love was ..only a transitory . fchjng,..and. out after you had, married her-th|£'; what you thought was love was only-a passing fancy? You see she is poor and unknown, and she will be no help, to a young man with your ambitions. You have to remember such things, master. On the other hand Miss Trescobell, although her hopes may never be realised, is still a great,lady, and a glamoi.r will always surround her name. " Dei you think I may be mistaken after all ?" I asked think (the meant what she said when she laughed at me this afternoon V " There is no knowing the ways of women," he replied. " They are as deep as deep. All the same, she is a beautiful maid; a dear and loving maid, I am sure oi that. I wonder now—" "Wonder what?" I asked as he hesitated. "How fchey two maidens be so much alike," h<~ .raid. "In their looks I mean, not in any other way." "Zacky," I said, "were you ever in love VI " li—l in love! Great God!" and there was art intensity in his voice which I could not understand, a look in his eyes which almost made me shudder. " Why not?" I protested. " You were once a young man." " No, no," he cried, " it was not when I was young; but she is gone, gone. Great (Sod, shall I ever see her again!" and he bqried his face in his hands. " But; there," he cried presently, " I have forgotten all about your dinner. I will brilng it in right away." " Never mind. the dinner," I replied, " I couldn't eat- it if you brought it in. Then you think I had better go up to the Reiitory to-morrow night?" " Ye:;, I should go, and whatever else you do, make sure. Make sure that you love tho right girl." ,He hfft me then, and although when he returned a little later I questioned him further, I could not get him to talk any more that night. I went to Trescobell village again on the following morning in the hopes of seeing Mary Prynne, but in "vain. Mrs. Boundy tokl me that she had gone out immediately after breakfast, nnd did not say when she would return, and although I kept close to the house during the whole morning I did not see her. During the afternoon I tried to work, but this I could not do. It was simply impossible to write a romance about the old Trescobells while my mind was torn with conflicting emotions;- " Have you made up your mind ?" Zeacky asked after tea. " About what?" " Whether you are going to the Rectory to-night." . . ... • "YeS, I am going. I think it will be best." " Yes, I think it will be best, too, and make sure, master. for marriage without love is hell.' Mr. Childs greeted me kindly when, just before half-past seven, I was shown into his study: but he made no mention of Mary Trescobell until presently the dinner §;ong souuded. " Mary is eager to see you, he said as he led the way to the dining room. "Poor girl, she is very anxious. She had a telegram from Mr. Bodinnick this morning;, and I am afraid it has upset k°" Do you know what the telegram contained ?' ! ' I asked. , . , " No, she did not tell me, but it seemed to upset her very much. . Mary Trescobell showed no signs of anything unpleasant during the dinner, however; on the other hand she laughed and talked like one in great good humour,

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and seemed to be hopeful for the future. She told us that Mr. Bodinnick, after a further talk with the two barristers from London, seemed to see no sufficient reason why her claims should not be established. She spoke freely and confidently, although I thought I detected a look of doubt if not fear in her eyes. When dinner was over she led the way to the old Rectory drawing room, and Mr. Childs, saying he had work to do, left us alono together. >( " What's the matter with you, Ben ? she asked, directly Mr. Childs had gone. " Matter with me ? " I queried. " Yes, something is wrong, I am sure there is." "Why should anything be wrong: 1 replied. " I can feel it in the very air we breathe. Is it because of that Prynne girl ? " " Why did you insult her yesterday ? I could not help asking. 44 Insult her! Why should I insult her ? Ido not regard her of enough importance for that." " Yes, you do," I replied. " You wouldn't have spoken to her as you did else." n " Was it any wonder I was angry ? and she gave me a look I could not understand. " Why should you bo angry ? " " Was it not the most important day of my life? Were not the lawyers there in the home of my fathers to establish my rights ? Was it not the first time I had been there as its acknowledged owner, and had you not asked me to act as hostess? Why, then, should that girl appear ? " What was wrong in her appearance ? " I asked. " Surely you can understand if you will think a minute. No sooner did she enter that room than all the lawyers started as though they had seen a ghost, and began to whisper among themselves about our likeness one to another. Put yourself in my place. Suppose that someone, so iike you that it would be difficult to tell one from the other, put in an appearance, wouldn't you have been angry ? Besides, I hate her." "Hate her!" I repeated.. "Why should you hate her ? " " There is something wrong with her, I don't know what it is, but something. I felt every second she was in the house that she was a menace to mo. Do you know who she is ? " " I know no more about her than you do," I replied. "Is she anything to you ? Has she told you anything about herself ? " " She has told me nothing beyond what you know already," I replied. " Why should sho be so much like me ? " and she seemed to be speaking to herself rather than to me. "It felt positively ghastly to see her. It seemed to me as though I had another self, and that she was standing in the room with me, looking with my eyes, speaking with my voice. Didn't you see it ? " " No. She is altogether different from you. Your features are startlingly alike, and to an outsider you might appear almost the; same person; but you are utterly different." " Have you seen her since' she came yesterday 1 " "I went' to see her immediately you had gone," I replied. " Why ? " " I* wanted to apologise to her." " Why should you want to apologise to her?'" ' She spoke in a tone of authority, and as though she had the right to command my actions. _ . "I have always insisted," I replied,, "that whoevertcomes to see me shall be treated with civility. You did .not treat her civilly, therefore, I wanted to apologise to her." She looked at me for some time without speaking, then she burst out; "Is she in love with you ? " I was silent, for even in spite of what had taken place the day before, I felt I could not discuss such a matter. If she' had asked me whether I was in love with Mary Prynne, % I should have told her plainly, but she did not. Perhaps she thought such a thing impossible in view of, the fact that she herself had shown so . much interest in me. " What did you* say to each other 1 " she asked after another long silence. " Surely you do not expect me to answer that, Miss Trescobell," I replied. " Miss Trescobell! When I have called you Ben.! " Again I was silent. I felt that influences were at work which I could mot understand. " I have asked you to think of me as Mary, to call me Mary," she went on. " Have you done so ? because you may, Ben," and 1 felt her eyes resting upon me,' and knew that she was trying to throw a kind of spell upon me. You will, won't yoj ? We are friends, aren't we? " " Friends? " I repeated. " Yes, friends," and there was a peculiar intonation in her voice. " Is that all? *' I asked. " And if it isn't?" and I knew that her eyes were still upon me. " But is it ? " This conversation may seem strange in view of the fact of what I have said concerning my fewing for Mary Prynne, but at that moment I felt myself under peculiar influences. I was under the spell of Mary Trecobell's eyes, and I realised the witchery of her presence. Indeed, I was like a man being mesmerised, and '.n a way: I could aot understand. I vias thinking with her mind, seeing with her eves. Added t to this, I- could not forget that fact that" only the day before Mary Prynne had seemingly scorned my love, and had treated my protestations as though they had no meaning. What was tne use of my loving Mary Prynne ? How could it ever be possible that she could think of me save with indifference. At t.hat, moment, too, she seemed outside my life, while Mary Trescobell wus near, ana her presence contained a glamour which strengthened the spell she had thrown upon me. And yet all the time I felt that something was wrong, and that she was not my lieart's trua mate. Then I remembered Zacky's words: " Make sure, master, make sure, for marriage without love is hell." " You will think of me as Mary, won't you, Ben ? " Mary Trescobell repeated. " And if I daren't? " I replied. "If .you daren't ? Why surely—" " You don't care for me. I am nothing to you but a passing stranger; in fact I am nothing to you. Even now you are' thinking of others." Why I said this I do not know, but the words were dragged from me in spite of myself. "Thinking of others! Why Ben." " Let's be honest," I said. " Supposing your wishes are realised, and that you become the acknowledged possessor of all you hope to possess, would you many me ?" " Marry you ?" she repeated. " Yes, marry me." She looked at me as if in amazement, then she burst out laughing. " Haven't we become serious?" she said. Then as suddenly as a flash of light, I saw the truth as I had seen it on the previous day. This girl, in spite of the glamour of her name, and the prospects of great riches, was nothing to me, while Mary Prynne was everything. She might not love me, but I could not help loving her. As for Mary Trescobell, she had been simply trying to pfay with me, and I knew I was no more to her than the merest stranger. .Possibly she had taken a passing fancy to me, but deep had not callod unto deep; neither was there any meaning in her apparent preference for me. Then I knew something else, I was glad of it. Beautiful as she undoubtedly was; possessing a charm which was almost blinding to the truth, as she undoubtedly did, I rejoiced that my eyes had been opened, and that although my love for the African girl might never be returned, I was glad that I knew the truth. At that moment Mr. Childs returned to the room, and keen-witted as lie' was, seemed to see that something more than ordinary had been passing between us.

" Has Mr. St. Hilary been telling you bad news?" asked the old man. "Has he made you doubt whether you are the rightful owner of Trescobell ?" " No," replied the girl, " not that. He has made me think that my possessions are not as great as I imagined them to be, that's all." " How is that, my dear ?" " He has made me realise the foolishness of building one's hopes upon fancies," replied the girl. "What fancies?" " I had forgotten that a great deal of Trescobell has been frittered away in lawsuits, and that even if I am what the lawyers call successful, I should only have a part of what I hoped to get," and I saw that there was a double meaning to her words. Have you been to Trescobell, Mr. Childs ? Have you done your duty as a clergyman, and called upon Mr. St. Hilary ?" " No," replied the Rector. " I am afraid I have neglected my duty somewhat, for you see, lam an old man." • " Oh, but you should pay him a visit. He has made the unburnt part of the house quite habitable, and he has such a wonderful old serving-man." " I have heard about him," replied the Rector. " Isn't he called Zacky Martin, and was he not a cobbler in the village ? I think I have heard him spoken of as a strange character." " He is a terrible old creature," and I could not tell if Mary Trescobell was speaking in earnest or not. "He looks like an old Egypt-hn magician, and lie has evil eyes. Has he ever tried to throw a spell upon you, Mr. St. Hilary? I shudder at the thought, of his being in the house which I hope one day will be mine. If I knew Mr. St. Hilary well enough," and she turned to the Rector again, " I would ask him to do me a favour." "I am sure Mr. St. Hilary would refuse you nothing," exclaimed the Rector. " Would, you, sir?" and he turned towards me. " What does Miss Trescobell wish me. to do ?" I asked. " Get rid of that horrible old man," she cried. "He is evil, evil, I am sure he is." " Why do you think so ?" " I don't know, but I am sure he is. He hates me, too." " You are mistaken there," I replied. " He has repeatedly spoken of you to mo in the most flattering terms." " Then you refuse to get rid of him ?" " I should be lost without him, and he is more like a friend to me than a ser- 1 vant." " Surely you don't mean what you say ? He niade me shudder,wis he met me yesterday," replied the girl, " and I dreaded being in the house with him." " Why should you ?" I asked. " I don't know, but I did. Of course I am silly, but I felt towards him almost as I felt towards that Prynnc girl who came to see you!" Nothing more of interest was said to mo at the Rectory that night, and a little after ten o'clock I made my way back to the place I had learnt to love as home. I had scarcely passed the Rectory gates when I heard a rustling among the bushes, and a few seconds later I saw Zacky standing near me. " Anything the matter, Zacky?" " Nothing," he replied. " I thought I would come to meet you, that's all." " But why ?" I asked. " Did you think I was afraid ?" "I almost wish you were," he replied; " perhaps you would be more careful then." "What do you mean?" for the old man's words puzzled me. " Didn't I tell you that I could seo in the dark?" " Well, what of that?" " The woods at the back of Trescobell Ruins are dark," he replied, " and I saw two suspicious characters watching you as you made your way. to the Rectory tonight." '."Two suspicious characters ?" I repeated. " Answer me this, master," and there was a curious intonation in his voice. " Why should Endellion and Esau Trescobell be always watching you ?" - —""And you saw them watching me today ?" " Let's hurry, master," and lie clutched, my arm as he spoke. ■ Ten minutes later he .had locked the great heavy door behind him,, while I sat alone in my room thinking over the events <Jf the evening. CHAPTER; XXI. • For weeks nothing happened. The days grew shorter and shorter, and 'although the leaves still remained on the trees there were signs that winter was approaching. I worked hard at my novel, and although I was not able to make the progress I desired, I continued steadily writing. Of Mary Prynne If saw nothing. On two occasions I visited my old lodgings in the hope of seeing her, but without success. After that I wrote her a letter telling her I wanted' to see her particularly, and asking her to make an appointment. To this I got no answer. It was evident that she desired to hold no further intercourse with me. Mary Trescobell, I was informed, had fone to London, but concerning this I new nothing for certain. At all events she had left the Rectory, and Mr. Childs, when I asked him, seemed dubious as to her whereabouts. . •' Then one day I was startled by Zacky rushing into the room in a great state of excitement. ' '• " There is a man out there," he cried, " and he says he wants to see you. I have told him. several times that he can't, but lie says he must. Shall 1 show him in 1" " Who is he ?" I asked. "He says he comes from Lawyer Bodinnick of Falmouth, but he is a stranger to me." A- minute later a man I had never seen before appeared in my room, and gave me a legal-looking document. "What's this?" I asked. " Read it," he said. A minute later I learnt the trath. The Trescobell Case was'coming on during the next month, and I had been summoned as a witness. It may seem hard to believe, but up to now, in spite of whjat had taken place, I had never, felt the reality of the situation. Everything had seemed a long way off, and I could not convince myself that Mary Trescobell's claims * would be seriously consider!"!. Here, however, was definite proof. The blue piece of paper I held in my hafid changed everything, for that which had seemed impossible not only became possible L'Jt imminent. For weeks I had neither st,6n nor heard anything from either Mary Trescobell or her lawyers. Now, with this sheet of paper in my hand, I felt myself drawn into the vortex of excitement. I did no more work that day, and although I did not leave the house for some hours I was in a fever of excitement as to what would happen next. " What do you think of it, Zacky ?" I asked when the old man brought in my tea. Zackv-made no reply; for that matter, never since the night I had dined at the Rectory had ha made mention of Mary Trescobell's claims. " Do you think anything will come of it?" I persisted. "This is a lawyer's job, ed'n it?" was his answer. " Well, I be'ant no lawyer, therefore my opinion ed'n worth 'avin'." " At any rate, the case is coming on," I said, and I showea him the summons I had received. Zacky read it carefully. " There is no knowin'," he said noncommittingly. " Law is a funny thing. A thing may be right, but it may not be legally right; that's where the difference lies. However, I suppose the lawyers have been discussing the matter for a long time, and it may be that the young woman 'ave- got a soart of case. But I do'an knaw." " Zacky," I laughed, " you are a regular fount of wisdom." ' Why be I a fount of wisdom?" "Because you'never commit yourself," I replied. " You never make a direct statement; therefore, one cannot prove you are wrong. Perhaps that is how you got your reputation as an oracle." The o'd man. looked at me curiously, and, then came close to where I was. " I've 'rci'd sumnun', anyhow," ho said •meaningly. (To bo continued on Saturday eexi.)