The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1880-06-03
THE RIGHTFUL HEIR.

For some weeks the engagement be-
tween the Earl of Beauyfay and Miss
Millicent Moyle had been chronicled in
the fashionable intelligence of newspa-
pers, and the marriage was appointed to
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 luprightness of character. L. ,rd
Beauvray had been merry without being
dissolute. He was the most irreproach-
able Of gentlemen, just as his betrothed,
Miss Moyle, was the fairest flower among
that bouquet of pretty girls who had
been presented at court in the same
season as herself. Millicent Moyle was
q rich heifess as well as pretty girl;
but this was about ali that could be
said OF her. Her father, Josiah Moyle,
bill discounter of Lombard street was
q "new man" of the city plutocracy.
It was said that the peers relatives had
been much scsndalized on hearing of
His Lordship's intention 70 marry the
daughter of man whose antecedents
were just q little misty.
One sunny afternoon Just fortnight
before the date fixed for the marriage
brougham with coronet on the panels
clattered up to Mr.. Moyle's business
house and Lord Beauvray alighted
CHASTITY pale. The hall porter was
startled by his 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 a geranium in his coat and 8 white
hat perched acock on his pointed gray
head. "Ahi Beauvrayp cried he, with
cheerful welcome, but perceivine the
look on the peers face he exclaimed: |:
Why, what's the matter? Not ill, 1
hopeP'
"No, not i'll. but want to speak to
you In private, said Beanvray, hoarsely.
Shall We go off in the phaeton?' ,
stammered MIR. Moyle, full of uneasi.
ness,
No, into your room; but let US be
quite alone, repeated the Earl, and he
himself led the way to the Office.
Pumping down into the armchair at
the Writing-table, Mr.. Moyle stared in
bewilderment while the peer sat down
opposite and produced q blue envelope
with several black seals. Laying this
on the table, Beauvray placed his hand
on it and looked into the inancier's
eyes.
"Mr. Moyle," said he sadly, )" at have
q painful communication to make, but
will not beat about the bush. l find
that have no legal right to the title
which bear. or to the fortune which
am using"
"Eh whatf" exclaimed Mr.. Moyle,
with grasp.
6 I made the discovery this morning,
in rummaging through q box of deeds,' 81
continued Lord Beauvray, whose
voice grew steadier. "You know that
/ inherited the title from my uncle
He was the eldest of three brothers
was q boy; my second uncle died q few
years later, and we fancied he had beer
bachelor, but it appears that he had
been clandestinely married, and left 8
son-a lad whom you know, by the way
for l have seen him in your house. Hi
name il Timburel."
"Timburelf" echoed Mr.. Movie with
start. I" Young Timburel, who useC
to be clerk in our firm, and whom 1 dis
missed for presuming to make love t,
our Milliel"
was not aware of those particu
lars" said Lord Beauvray; but youn,
Tmburel Is the man; he bears hi
mothers name (she was an actress), AM
we used to think he was the natural Sol
of my second uncle; but his parent
were lawfully married"
And do you mean to say that Tim
bnrel-a vulgar, conceited upstart, VIII
is living on his wits at this momen
with not a shilling in his pocket I'll b
bound-do you mean to say he has be
come Earl of Beauvray7"
Not only that, but he becomes absc
lutte owner of all my estates and proy
erty. My poor father left me mei
pfttance. When l have put Timburt
in possession of his own, 1 shall hay
nothing but my commission in th
Guards and about three hundred
year"
"Come, come, don't say such bosh,
blurted out old Moyle, grssping hi
nose again. 1t had just occurred to hil
that Lord BeauvEay was hoaxing.
he wants to find out whether on
Miliie loves himself or his title" RI
fected the moneyed man. But in a M
ment this idea was dispelled by Lor
Beauvray displaying the contents {
his envelopes marriage certificate an
number of letters which substantiate
the story. Then he entered into e,
a A.