Milford chronicle., 1883-03-30
The Rightful Helm:

For some weeks past the engngeman ant
between the Earl of Beauvray and Miss
Millieent Moyle had been chronicled in
the fashionable intelligence of newspa-
pcrs, and the marriage was appointed to
take place in July. There were many
who considered Miss Moylo lucky piil.
for Lord Beauvgy was not only of ancient
family, young, immensely wealthy and
well-looking, bnt he was popular every
where, owing to his sunny temper and
uprightness of character. Lord Beau
vray had been merry without being dis
solute. He was the most irreproacbable
OF gentlemen, just as his betrothed. Miss
Moyle, was the faircst flower among that
boquet of pretty girls who had been pre-
sented at court in the same season as
herself Millicent Moyle was rich
heiress as well as pretty girl; but this
was about all that could be said of her.
Her father Josiah Moyle, a bill-dis-
counter of Lombard street, was "new
man" Of the city plutocracy. It was
said that the peers relatives had been
much seandalized on hearing of His |
Lordship's intention to marry the
daughter of man whose antecedents
were justa little misty.
One sunny afternoon Just fortnight
before the date fixed for the marriage. a
brougham with coronet on the panels
up to Mr.. Moyles business
house and Lord Beauyray al GIFTED.
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 geranium in his coat and white
hat perched acock on his pointed gray
head. "Ah, Beauuayl" cried he, with
cheerful welcome, but perceiving the
ook on the peers face, he exclaimed:
g Why, what's the matter? Not i'll, 1
nope ?"
mo not i'll, but 1 want to speak to YOU
n private, said Beauvray, hoarsely
"Shall we go off in the phaeton 90 .
itammered Mr.. Moyle, full of uneasi- !
less.
No, into your room; but let us be !
luite alone, repeated the Earl, and he
himself led the way to the office.
Pumping down into the arm. chair at
he writing table, Mr.. Moyle stared i'll
'ewilderment while the peer sat down
opposite and produced blue envelope a
With several black seals. Laying this Ii
n the table, Beauvray placed his hand n
n it and looked into the financier's q
yes. :
"Nlr. Moyle, "said he, sadly, Il have fl
ainful communication to make, but 1 cl
ill not beat about the bush. 1 find K
nat I have no legal right to the title tr
hich I bear, or to the fortune which l n,
n using" q.
:" "Eh what?" exclaimed Mr.. Moyle, Sc
ith gasp. w
" l made discovery this morning, in pr
through a box of deeds" m
Lord Beauvray, whose voice gu
'ew steadiel. You know that in lit
,rited the title from my uncle. He ca
rs the eldest of three brothers. NV ex
ther, the youngest, died while 1 was a lik
"; my second uncle died few years m,
.er, and we fancied he had been
chelor, but it appears that he had Br
en- claldestinely married. and left ha
IA lad whom you know, by the way, Nj
{ have seen him in your house. His ge
me is Timburel. III,
g Timburel r echoed Mr.. Moyle, with sit
tart "Young Timburel, who used 10 an
clerk in our firm, and whom dis
ssed for presuming to make love 10 he
+ Mile r be
Il was not aware Of those particulars, . ex.
d Lord Beauvray; "but young Tim dir
rel is the man; he bears his mothers eai
me lshe was an actress, and we us d wa
think he was the natural son Of my for
.ond uncle; but his parents were law ha
" married"