|Chapter Title||A CRISIS AT ROCKHOLD.|
|Newspaper Title||Queanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)|
|Trove Title||For Cora's Sake|
OrArTiat XVYITL.-A Carsts AT Robbscoar. Brother and i.ister went to. Newport and spent i month. Tho Dean of Olivot wits in the town, hut they never met hiim. At the end of June, they returned to North End. Almost the first man they met was Mr. Clarence, who met them with ' I-Iurrah, Sylvan. How do you do, Corn. When will you got your roses back, my dear ? And how is his Majesty 7 Why is he not with you 7 Wheru did you leave him ? ' denimided Mr. Clarence in high g.em at greeting his nephew and niece. ' .e is among the Thousand Islnimds som. where with his bride,' answered Cont. 'His-what?' inquired ?mfr. Clarence, with a puzzled air. ' His wife,' said C(ora. His 'wife ? You could not liht, e undor stood luy question. 1 easlcd whlero my father was.' And T told you thalt he is nl his wedding trip with his bilde,' replied Cori. ' t Sylvan,' said Clarence, lhelpltsly, ' tell Ioo what elm means, will you ?' ' Why, just what she says. ()- Our grad fathner andi gandhnmother are o th-e St. Lawrence, amnd will be home early in July,' Sylvan explained. But M1 r. Ohlaunce looked froml the brol her to the sister in thn utumiAt porplexihy. ' Whit sort of a stuliidl joke are you two trying to get ol'?' hli enquired.
They had by this time reached the public parlour of the hotel and found seats. ' Is it possible, Uncle Clarence, that you do not know .Mr.. P:.ckharrt was married on thu thirty-first of'la t monoth- to Mrs. Still-. water I' inquired Corn. ' What! My father I' ' Why should you be amazed or incredu lous, Uncle Clarence? The incomprehensible feature, to my mind, is that you should not have heard of the affair directly front grand father himself. Has he really not written and told you of his marriage i? ? ' He has never told me a 'word of- his ma:rriage, though he hlas written a dozen or more letters to me within the past few ' That is very extraordinary. And did you not hloari ruanmr of it. ' Did nr? one uchanatlt to s;ta t.he notice of it, in the. piapers. N .onT e that I know of. No; T oria.uI l no hint of . my fathlrl;'W marrinago farta any quarter nor hadl any one else at Riickhold or at North End, the slightest suspicion 'of such a thing.' 'That is very starange. It must have been in papers, ' said Sylvan. ' If it was I (lid not see it but, then, I never think of looking at, the marriage list.' 'I am inclined l t think that it never got into the papers. The marria::le was private. tlhogh not secret. Andl you, Sylvan, should have seen tlhat ti mllLtarrliagae was inser'ted in all the daily paper.w. It was your. spn?ial duty as graoo1m1ar:an. But ypu .must have forgoatten it,' said CO,?. . ' Not I. 1 never forgot it, beaouse "I never once thought of it:. Didn't' know it, was my duty to attend to it. Besides, 'I
had so many duties. Such awful duties I Think of my having to be my own grand mother's church papa and give her away at the altar I That duty reduced me to a state of imbecility from which I have not yet recovered.' 'Why did not one of you have the kind ness and thoughtfulness to write and tell me of my father's marriage 1' sorrowfully, asked Mr. Clarence, utterly ignoring the just spoken words of his nephew. ' Dear Uncle Clarence, I should certainly have written and told you all about it at once, if I had not taken for granted that grandfather had imformed you of his in :tention as .was certainly his. place to do. And even if I had written to you on any other occasion, I -should assuredly have alluded to the marriage. But you see I never wrote .to any one while away,' Cora explained. - 'Now, Uncle Clarence, just take Cora's explanation and apology for both of us, will you, for it fits me as well as it does her? And now you t~io may keep the ball rolling, while I go out and order dinner arid engage the hack,' said Sylvan,starting for thoofflice. When he had gone Clarence asked Corn to give him all the details of the extraordi nary nmarriago, anml she complied with his request. - 'It will mnike the country' talk,' said the young tmanm, wili a sigh, which Cora echoed. 'And you say they will be home on the first of July ? ' he inquired. ' eas,' laid Cora. . ' 'I wish I bad known in time.` I, would have had old Rloukhold Hall prepared as it
should be for the reception of my father's bride, thouigh I do'so strongly disapprove of of the.marrirtge. Do .you know, Core, the old houseehas uaver had its furniture renewed within moy memory i Sommo of the rooms are positively;mnouldy and musty. And whoever heard of a' wealthy man like my father bringing his wife home .to a neglected old country house like Rockhold, without having it first renovated and re-furnished i' 'I do not think he ever once thought of the propriety or necessity of repairing or refitting. His mind is quite absorbed in his new and vast speculations. He spent eveiy' day down in WVall Street while we stayed in New York city.' ' Well, Corona, this is the tvwenty-cigh th of June, and we Ilhve four days before os; so we must do the btst we can, ill this shllort time. A ndrlUnicle Fabian and his wife will be at Roikhold 'about the' same' timii,' 'aldedl ' I knew Fabian would he at North. End on the first of July, but I did not know that he would go on to Rockhold. So we shall have two brides to welcome, instead of one., ' Yes. And now, Uncle Clarence I-must go to a bedroom and get some of the rail road dust oUt' of ny cyes,' said Cora. At ninie o'clock in the very.warm evening, the three were sitting near the open windows, when they started at the sound of a hearty, genial voice in the adjoining room, inquiring foir accommodations for the night. (To be continued in our next.)