Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-05-27
The Lakeside Novelist.
CbicQgo Tribu"e.
hara 10 Mulpahny ~


AS Lord Wyvern spoke these words
he stepped lightly from the veranda
that encircled BrieriOn Villa and stood
beside his daughter, Beryl McCloskey,
whose 1.-the, graceful form, sharply out
lined against the rustic wOodshed that
dotted the landscape to the westward,
was shown to advantage by the dress
she wOre-a simple garment OF soft
white piegnOir, caught up at the should
ers with little knots of blue ribbon, and
though which the warm tiesh-tints and
beautiful curves of q snowy arm were
to be seen. The kissing winds of per-
feet June evening-bright, joyous June
that wields so gracefully her sceptre as
rose-crowned Queen of months-were
signing through the larches, and stood
like sentinels around the close trimmed
lawn, and seemed to keep over the
bright patches of flowers whose vivid COLI
ors were in pretty contrast to the velyety
green of the grass around them kindly
but ceaseless vigil.
IL am not happy, papa" said the
girl, turning as the words with which
this chapter opens were spoken, and
laying shapely, dimpled hand in the
broad, pie-plate palm of her father. 81
know full well that it is not right for
lie to feel thus, because | have every
thing that should make my lifea bright
and Joyous one. With kind, loving par
ents, a beautiful home, health,
dOughnuts, and every luxury
that taste can suggest or mon
ey purchase, | should indeed be
ungratefIl-may, even wicked, were
TO complain; but in spite of all this, in
spite of the fact that try, . SO hard,
to be bright and gay, There seems to be
always before me some great sorrow"
and bursting into sIsasm OF sObs Beryl
laid her hand on her fathers shoulder
and wept so long and so bitterly that
Lord Wyvern began to wish that he
was a sponge.
''lt is your liver, my darling" he
said tenderly when the violence of the
girls grief had in some measure abated,
and only the cOnvulsive shudder that
passed like the dying throb of a broken
pump through the lissOme form that he
held in his arms told of the mighty
SORROW that was racking BeryPs heart.
''GOu are off your feet"
mo, papa" replied the girl, looking
up 10 him with her beautiful brown eyes,
from which cleaned the soft light of
holy, tender affection. 81 have thought
Of that, but it cannot be. Surely, you
must have noticed the cake-jar?
Lord Wyvern turned away his head
10 conceal from his daughter the tears
sutiuSed his eyes as she spoke, God
help me-" he murmured, II should say
that l hadm and then, turning to
Beryl and kissing the dropping lips
that were Quivering with grief, he spoke
to her.in low, kindly, I-have-three-aces-
tones that went to her very heart:
You must not try to deceive me, my
darling" he said. "Tell me truly, do
you not love Reginald Mulcaheym
The girl gave quick, cOnyulsive
movement, like the fawn OF the forest
when the crack of the hunters rifle
breaks upon the midday silence, or
man who sinks languidly to rest on u
tack, and then, realizing that her secret
was known, she looked at her father in a
shy, hesitating, Observation-Disclosures
Observation-Disclosures have
been-sawing-wOOd fashion, and let the
rosy bushes of maiden modesty which
chased each other across her cheeks
make answer.
"But | was so afraid, pana," she said,
seeing the kindly smile that fitted across
Lori Wyvern's face, "that you would
oppose our love because Regy is not
rich, and it would break my heart to
loose him LOw."
wealth is not everything. my
child" he said, land will help Regi-
maid to acquire it, so that by this time
next week he may be in position to
place you forever beyond the reach Of
want"
evil you?" exclaimed Beryl, her
face lighting up with glad, joyous, l.
ound-the-hairbrush smile.
ayes, my darling" answers the
father.
But how"
al will" replies Lord Wyvern, "buy
him 8 pool ticket on the first club that
plays against the White Stockings."-
From AIRY Fairy Lillian" by Murat
Halstead.