The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1880-02-11

"Why, what's the matter2 Not il
hopel"
mo, not i'll; but / want TO speal
to you ia private" said Bsauvcsy
hoarsely
Shall we go of in the phaetoo p
stammered Mr. Moyle, full OF Gaessi
ness
mo, into your room; but let us
be quite alone," repeated the earl
and be himself led ths way TO tbe
oIiice.
Pumping down into the arm chair
at the writing table. Mr.. Moyle stared
in wilderment while the peer sat
down opposite and produced blue
envelope with several black seals
Laying this on the table, Bsauvray
placed bis hand on it and looked into
the 6oancier's eyes.
"Mr. Moyle," said be sadly. Il
have q painful communication to
make, but | will not beat about the
hush. fad that | have no legal
right to the title which | bear, or TO
the fortune which | am using"
"Eh what ~ exclaimed Mr. Moyle
with a gasp.
81 made the discovery this morn
ing in rummaging through box of
Deeds" continued Lord Beaugray,
whose voice grew stesdier "You
know that | Inherited the title from
ny uncle He was the oldest OF
three brothers My father, the
youngest, died whilst / was boy,
my second uncle died a few years
later, and We fancied be mad been a
bachelor, but it appears that be bad
been clandestinely married, and left q
soD-a lad whom you know, blythe
by. for have seen him in your house
His name is Timburel /"
"Timburell" echoed Mr. Moyle,
with start. Young Timburel, wno
used to be clerk in our firm, and
whom | dismissed for oresumiGg 10
make love TO our Mlilie !.
81 was not aware Of those par'icu-
lars" said Lord Bsauvrsy; "buE
young Timburel is the rAau; be bears
BIS mother's name (she was al
actress aad we used to think that be
was the natural son of my second uu-
Gle; bu, hi: parents were lawfully
married. /"
"Aad do you mean TO say that Tim
burel-a vulgar, eoDceiied upstart,
who is living on his wits az this mo-
ment, with not shilling in his peck
cts, I'll be hCuud-do you mean to
say that be has become Earl Of Beau
vray Z"
Not only that, but be becomes ab-
solute owner Of all my property. My
poor father left me mere pittance
When | have put Timberel in pos
session of his own, | shall have
nothing bat my commission in the
Guards and about three hundred
year"
Come, come, doa't say such bosh,"
blurted out old Moyle. grasping bis
nose again 1t bad just occurred 10
him that lord Beguyray was hoax
ing.
"He wants to fiud out whether our
Millie loves him or bis title, reflected
the moneyed man.
But in q moment this idea was dis
pelled by Lord Besuvray displaying
the contents of his envelopes mar
riage certificate aud numbers of let
ters which snbstsutisted the story.
Then be entered into explanations
1t seems that his uncle, the Hon Col
de Vray, being in garrison at Malta,
had privately married an Italian &C
tress named Timburelli. After a
years union this fckle person desert
ed him, leaving her child to his care,
scd soon afterward she died. Uuder
the circumstances the colonel, though
be provided for the boys mainten-
anee, deemed it convenient to CONCEAL
bis marriage. and eventually be died
suddenly wi,hont having acknowledge
ed it,
Apparently, however, bis con
science mad tormeated hin. 50 that
while lacking the moral courage to
speak The truth during bis lifetime, be
had left evidence by which it might
be known at er bis death Uofortnn-
ateIv The envelope containing bis
marriage certificate mad lain mixed
up with some other documents in a
box which Lord Besuvray (who in
herited the deceased's papers) had
never thought of examining until that
morning. when be bad begun to sort
bis family papers in view of his msr
riage
Suddenly the bill d:scounter crum-
pied all the papers 10 bis band with a
feverish grasp, and looked at Lord
Besqvray. There was an expression
in his dull eyes as of light behind
an uoeleansed pane Of glass.
II sag" be whispered, have you
told any body besides me of this Sc
cret ?n
'No, | came to you Grst. as in duty |
b1und."
Then what prevents us from de
stroying these papers? | sban't say |
any thing aboat it. That young
Timburel is skunk and a snob it
will be ridiculous to see him Lord,
aud he'll ruin himself, or become mad /
with conceit-so foolish is he l say
Beauvrav, if | throw..this envelope
into the fire, who will kaow anything
about il 2"
IL SHALL" answered Lord Beau
srsy quietly, aod be held out his hand
for The papers.
The shitty glance of the moneyed
mao qusiled in the light of unquench
able honesty in that one who happen
ed to be q nobleman In someiBiDg
more than the name