Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1879-07-16

Of graspng his nose with the whole of
his hand and working it up and down as
if it were India rubber which he wish
ed to elongate. His nasal organ I'M
derwent deal Of pulling in the brief
interval that elapsed before he and
Lord Beauvray were closeted together.
Then, Pumping down in the arm chair
at his writing table, Mr.. Moyle stared
in bewilderment while the peer sat down
opposite and produced blue envelope
with several black seals. Laying this
on the table, Lord Beauvray placed his
hand on it, and looked into the fnan-
cier's eyes.
"Mr. Moyle," said he sadly, II have
painful communication to make; but
I will not beat about the bush. 1 find
that 1 have no legal right TO the title
which bear, or to the fortune which |
am using"
'Ehl whal?" exclaimed Mr. Moyle,
with gasp.
"I made the discovery tbs morning
in rummaging through tbe box of
Deeds" continued Lord Beauvray,
whose voice grew steadier, "YOu know
that | inherited the title from my uncle
| He was the eldest of three brothers.
| My father, the youngest, died whilst
was a boy; my second uncle died a
| few years later and we fancied he had
been bachelor, but 1t appears that
and left soma lad whom YOU
know, by the bv, for | have seen him
in your house. His name is lin
burel."
"Timburel?' echoed Mr.. Moyle,
with a start; "young Timburel who
used to be clerk in our firm, and
whom | dismissed for presumlng to
make love to our Millie?"
81 was not aware Of those particulars"
said Lord Beauvray, "but young Tim
burel is the man: he bears his mothers
name (she was an actress and we used
to think he was not the natural son of
my second uncle; but his parents were
lawfully married"
"And do you mean to say that Tim
burel--a vulgar, conceited upstart, who
is living on his wits at this moment, with
not shilling in his pocket, I'll be bound
do you mean to say he has become
Earl of Beauvray?"
'Not only that, but he becomes ALSO
lutte owner of all my estates and proper
ty. Ny poor father left me IA mere pit
lance. When | have put Tlmburel in
possession of his own | shall have moth
ing but my commission in the Guards
and about $500 year.
"Come, come, don't say such bosh."
blurted out old Moyle, grasping his nose
again. 1t had just occurred to him that
Lord Beauvray was hoaxing. "He wants
to find ont whether our Mile loves
himself or his title" reelected the
money-man; but in u moment this idea
was dispelled by Lord Beauvray dis
playing the contents Of his envelope-a
marriage certificate and number Of
letters which substantiated his story.
Then he entered into explanations. 1t
seems that his uncle, the Hon. Colonel
de Nray, being in garrison at Malta, had
privately married an Italian actress,
named Timburelli. After years union
this tickle person deserted him, leaving
her child to his care; and soon after
wards she died. Under the circumstan-
ces the colonel though he provided for
the boys maintenance, deemed 1t con-
venient to conceal his marriage, and
eventually he died suddenly without
having acknowledged it. Apparently,
however, his conscience had tornented
him, so that while lacking the moral
courage to speak the truth during his
lifetime, he had left evidences by which
it might be known after his death. IN
fortunately the envelope containing his
marriage certificate had lain mixed up
with some other documents in box.
which Lord Beauvray (who inherited
the deceased's papers, had never
thought Of examining till that morning
when he had begun TO sort his family
papers in view of his marriage. These
were the facts which the young peer ex-
planned, whilst old Movie, with series
Of wheezes like means, ruefully exam
med all the documents one by one.
Suddenly the bill.diScounter crumpled
all the papers in his hand with fever
ish grasp, and looked at Lord Beau
vray. There was an expression in his
dull eyes as of light behind an I'M
cleaned pane of glass g say" he
whispered, "have you told anybody
besides me about this secret?'
No; | came to you first, AS in duty
bound."
Then what prevents us from de-
stroying these papers? | shant say
anything about it. That young Tim
burel is n skunk and n snob; 1t will be
ridiculous to see him Lord, aud he'll
ruin himself, or become mad with con-
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