Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-07-05
Weaverville, July s, 1879
THE RIGHTFUL HEIR.

between the Earl of Beauvray and Miss
Millicent Moyle had been chronicled in
the fashionable intelligence of newspa.
pers, and the marriage was appointed to
take place in July. Beauvray House,
Piccadily, had been placed in the hands
of the decorators Beauvray castle, in
No"thshre, was being furnished and
beautifed by the combined energies OF
upholsterers, painters and landscape
gardeners, and grand subscriptions had
been set on foot amongst his lordship' s
tenants, his brother officers of the Guards
and his fellow mem bers ofthe Northshire
haunts to make the new countess some
handsome presents. There were many
who considered Miss Moyle lucky girl,
for Lord Beauvray was not only of an
cient family. young, immensely wealthy
and well looking, but he was popular
everywhere owing to his sunny temper
and perfect uprightncss of character
There are young noblemen who make
their grandeur consist in throwing away
their reputation into ducks and brakes. -
But Lord Beauvruy had been merry
without being dissolute. He was the
most irreproachabe of gentlemen, just as
his betrothed, Miss Moyle, was the fair
est flower among the bouquet of pretty
girls who hqd been presented at court in
the same season as herself. Mi!licent
Moye was rich heiress as we'll as a
pretty girl but this was about all that
could be aid Of her. Her father, Josiah
Moyle, bill discounter of Lombard
street, was new man of the city pluto
cracy-one of those financers who have
made such rapid fortunes that everybody
expects to hear of them next in the bank
ruptcv court. 1t WAS said that he and
Lord Beauvray had become acquainted
while travelling abroad, and that the
peers relatives had been much scandal
lied on hearing of his lordship's inten
tion to marry the daughter of man
whose antecedents were just little mis-
ty.
As for NJ. Moye, quite conscious of
how great piece of luck had belallen
him, he could not refrain from Dragging
before his city friends about his future
son in law, the earl He talked of re-
thing from business, OF obtaining n seat
III Parliament through Lord Beauvray's
influence and devoting himself thence
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tive politics and The cultivation of aristo
cratic connections. The poor man had
been admit on Lord Beauvray's pre-
sentation, to one or two first rate clubs,
and he had been introduced TO so many
ladies and gentlemen Of title that his
head was turned. He sighed over his
business ledgers from twelve till four
every day, MS if he had begun to realizo
the degradation of commercial pursuits /;
and as soon as his counting house closed
he would hurry off in n white wastcoat
and with flower in his button hole, to
take drive round the park in his spank
ing phneton, drawn by a pair of bays
whom he could ill-manage. 1t was hon
est Moyles delight in these drives to meet
the finely appointed barouche, which
carried his wife, his daughter Millie, and
Lord Beauvray and o note the mum Der
of hats which we're lifted as it passed. -
Such bows made him grin in pure glee.
One sunny afternoon, just "A fortnight
before the date fixed for the marriage.
the bill-discounter phaeton was drawn
up as usual alongside the pavement of
Lombard street, waiting till the stroke of
four from an adjoining steeple should
bring out the plutocrat from his office,
when n brougham, with coronet on the
panels, clnttered up behind, and Lord
Beauvray aiighted. He was CHASTITY pale.
The hall porter, who knew him by sight,
and had always admired his pleasant
smile, was startled by appearance not
less than by the broken voice in which
he inquired if Mr.. Moyle had left. Just
then Mr.. Moyle himself strutted out, all
glorious with geranium in his coat and
with white hat perched acock on his
pointed gray head. 'Ah Beauvray I
cried he, with cheerful welcome, but per-
ceiving the look on the peers face, be
exclaimed Why, what's the matter ?
Not i'll, | hope p
Shall we go off in the phaeton p
stammered Mr.. Moyie, full of uneasiness.
No, into your room but let us be
quite alone repeated the earl, and he
himself lead the way toward the sahctum,
where the dill discounier transacted most
Of his business.
Mr.. Moyle had trick when agItated
OF grasping his nose with the whole of his
hand, and working it up and down as If
it were made of India rubber which he
wished to elongate. His nasal organ
underwent deal of pulling in the brief
interval that elapsed before he and Lord
Beauvrsy we're closed together. Then.
plungng down in the armchair at his
writing table, Mr.. Moylc stared in be-
wildermeEt while the peer sat down op-
posite and produced a long blue envelope
with several black seals. Laying this on
the table, Lord Beauvray placed his hand
on It, and looked into tho fnancier's eyes.
Mr.. Moyle,' said he. sadly, i have
painful communication TO make; but ]