Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-05-26
LOvE@4N CHICAGO.


Prom the Chicago Tribune,
"Where is Mulcahey!"
Az Lord Wyvern spoke these words he stepped
lightly from the broad veranda that encircled
'Brierton Villa, and stood beside his daughter,
Beryl McCloskey, whose little, graceful form,
sharply outlined 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 plegnor, caught up
at the shoulders with little knots of blue ribbon.
and through which the warm flesh tints and beau
tiful curves of snowy arm were to be SEEN The
kissing winds of q perfect June eveninG.-bright,
joyous June, that Yields so gracefully her scep-
ter as rose-crowned Queen Of months-were
signing through the larches. and stood like senti-
to keep over the bright patches Of flowers whose
vivid colors were In pretty contrast to the vel
vety green OF the grass around them kindly
but ceaseless vigil.
as the words which this chapter opens were
spoken, and laying shapely. dimpled hand in
the broad, pie-plate palm OF her father. II
KNOW Iuli well that 1t Ia not right for me to feel
thus, because l have everything that should
make my life bright and joyous one. With
kind, loving parents, a beautiful home, health,
doughnuts and every luxury that taste can sug
gest or money purchase, should indeed be un-
grateful-nay, even wicked-were l to COM
plain but IN spite of all this in spite Of the fact
seems to be always before me some great sor-
rowland bursting into storm 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 sponge.
at is your liver, NY darling" he said tenderly
when the violence of the girls grief had in some
measure abated, and only the convulsive shud-
der that passed like the dying throb of broken
pump through the lssome form that he held in
his arms told of the mighty sorrow that was
racking Beryls heart. ''You are off your feed"
No, papa" replied the girl, looking up to
him with her beautiful brown eyes, from which
cleaned the soft light of holy, tender affection,
T." have thought of that, but it cannot be.
Surely. you must have noticed the cake jar?"
Lord Wyvern turned away his head to conceal
from his daughter the tears that suffused his
eyes, as she spoke. "God help me-" he MUIR
INJURED, Il should say that I had!" and then
turning to Beryl and kissing the dropping lips
that were quiverng with grief, he spoke to her
inflow. kindly, 1-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 Regi-
maid Mulcahey?'
The girl gave quick. convulsive movement,
IKE the lawn of the forest when the crack of the
hunters rifle breaks upon the midday silence,
or man who sinks languidly to rest on tack,
and then, realizing that her secret was known,
oHo Ioohou a. ucT IdtueF III b shy, neSltatlng,
boy found by the old man playing billiards
when-he- Observation-Disclosures wood fash
lon, and let the rosy bushes of maiden modesty
which chased each other across her cheeks make
answer.
But was so afraid papa" she said, seeing
the kindly smile that fitted across Lord Wv
vern's face, that you would oppose our love
because Regy is not rich. and 1t would break my
heart to lose him now"
"Wealth is not everything my child" he
a / ypill ho1r Dn,r old 70,
that by this time next week he may be in
position to place you forever beyond the reach
Of want"
"Will your" exclaimed Beryl. her face light
Ing up with glad, joyous, I-have-found-the-
hairbrush smile.
Yes. my darling" answers the father.
"But how?''
II WILL" replies Lord Wyvern, "buy him a
pool ticket on the first club that plays against
the White Stockings, OF Chicago. or the Orioles,
of Raltimara