The Northern Pacific farmer., 1880-02-26

THE RIGHTFUL HEIR.
From London Week
For some weeks past the engagement
between the Earl Of Beauvray and Miss
Millicent Moyleha been chronicled in
the fashionable intelligence of newspa-
pers, and the marriage was appointed
to take place in July. There were
many who considered Miss Moyle a
lucky girl, for Lord Beauvray was not
only OF an ancient family, young, i'm.
mensely wealthy and we'll looking, but
he was popular everywhere, owing to
his sunny temper and uprightness of
character. Lord Beauvray had been
merry without being dissolute. He was
the most irreproachable of gentlemen,
Just as his betrothed, Miss Moyle, was
the tairest flower among that bouquet
OF pretty girls who had been presented
at court the same season as herself.
Millicent Moyle was a rich heiress as
well as pretty girl; but this was about
all that could be said of her. Her
father, Josiah Moyle, a bill discounter
OF Lombard street, was new man" of
the city plutocracy. 1t was said that
the peers relatives had been much
scandalized on hearing of His Lord
ships intention to marry the daughter
of a man whose antecedents were Just a
little misty.
One sunny afternoon just a fortnight
before the date fixed for the marriage d
broughom with a coronet on the panels
clattered up to Mr.. Moyle's business
house and Lord Beauvray a|ighted
ghastly pale. The hall porter was start
led by his appearance not less than by
the broken voice in which he incurred
if Mr.. Moyle had left. 10. 4Jast, then sMr.
Moyle himself strutted out all glorious
with a gerainum in his coat and white
hat perched acock on his head. "Ah!
Beauvravv!" cried he, with cheerful well
come, but perceiying the look on the
peers face ne exclaimed: "Why, what's
the matter? Not i'll, I hope?'
mo, not i'll, but I want to speak to
you in private" said Beauvray, hoarsely.
"Shall we 20 off in the phaeton?''
stammered Mr.. Moyle full OF uneasi-
ness.
mo, into your room; but let us be
quite alone" repeated the Earl, and he
himself led the way to the Office.
Humping down into the armchair at
the writing-table, Mr.. Moyle started in
bewilderment while the peer sat. down
opposite and produced a blue envelope
with several black seals. Laying this
on the table, Beauvray placed his hand
on it aud looked into the financier's
eyes.
"Mr. Moyle," said he sadly, II have
a painful communication to make, but
I will not beat the bush. find that I
have no legal right to the title which I
bear, or to the fortune which am
using.'
''Eh what?' exclaimed Mr.. Moyle,
with a gasp.
II made the discovery this morning,
in rummaging through a box of deeds"
continued Lord Beauvray, whose voice
grew steadier. <'You know that I in.
herited the title from my uncle. He
was the eldest of three brothers. NV
father, the youngest, died whilst I was
a boy; my second uncle died few
years later, and We fancied he had been
a!bachelor, but it appears that he hadbeen
clandestinely married. and left SON
lad whom you know, by the way, for
1 have seen him in your house. His
name is Timburel."
"Timburel ?" echoed Mr.. Moyle, with
a start, "Young Timburel, who used to
be clerk in our firm, and whom dis
missed for presuming to make love to
our Mile e!''
II was not aware of those particulars,
said Lord Beauvray; ''but young Tim
burel is the man; he bears his mothers
name (she was an actrees), and we used
to think he was the natural son Of my
second uncle; but his parents were law
fully 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 q chilling in his pocket I'll be
bound-do you mean to say he has be-
come Earl of Beauvray
mot only that, but he becomes abso-
lutte owner of all my estates and prop
erty. My poor father left me g. mere
pittance. When I have put Timburel
in possession of his own, I shall have
nothing but my commission in the
Guards and about three hundred q
year."
"Come, come: don't say such bosb. -
blurted out old Moyle, graspidg his