Delta chief., 1883-06-20
An Ia,, OF the noble Game.


From the Chicago Tribune.
Where is Mulcahey"'
A Lord Wyyern spoke these words he step
ped lightly from the broad veranda that en-
circled Brierton villa. and stood beside his.
daughter, Bcryl Cioskey, whose 1.-the, grace
fal form, sharply outlined against the rustic
woodshel that dotted the landscape To the
westward, was shown TO advantages by the
dress she wore---a simple Carmen: Of soft,
white picgnoir, caugh; up at the shoulder
with little knots OF Glue ribbon, and through
which the warm hesh tints and beautiful
curves Of a snowy arm were to be seen.
II am not happy, papa" said the girl.
turning as the words with which this chapter
opens were spoken, and laying a shapely,
dimpled-hand in the broad, pie.plaie palm of
her father. Il know full we'll tina, il is no,
right for me TO feel thus, because | have ev-
crything that should make my life bright
and joyous one. With kind and loving pa
rents, n beautiful home, health, donchnts,
aud every luxury that taste can suggcs, or
money purchase. should indeed be migrate
ful-nay. even wickej-were to complain
but in spite Of all this, in spite of the fact
that ! try, oh. so hard, To be bright and gay,
there seems TO be always before me some great
scrrow'-snd bursting into storm Of scbs,
Bcryl laid her he'd on her fathers shoulder,
and wept so long and bitterly tina, Lord Wy
vcrn began to wish tina, he was sponge.
at is your liver. my darling" he said ten
Derby, when the violence of the girls grief
had in some measure a,atci, and only the
convulsivc shuddcr that passed, like the dy-
ing thrcb of broken pump, through the lis
some form that he held in his arms told OF
the mighty sorrow that was racking Beryrs
heart. "You are OF your feed
"No. papa" replied the girl. looking up to
him with her beautiful brown eyes, from
which CLEANED the sofi light of a holy, ten
der affection. II have thought of that. bu, it
cannot be. Surely You mus; have noticed the
cake jar ?"
Lord wxvern turned away his head to con-
ceal from his daughter the tears that suiinsed
his eyes as she spoke. God help me-" he
murmurcd, al should say that hndl' and
then, turning to Beryl and kissing the droop-
ing lips that were quivering with grief he
spoke to her in low. kindly, l-have-ihree-aces
times that went TO her very heart:
"You mus, no: try to deceive me, my dar-
ling" he said Tell me truly, do you not
love Reginald Mulcahcy ~
The girl gave quick. convulsive move
mcn,, 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 a tack, and then, realizing that her
secret was known, she looked at her father in
n shy, hcsitating, boy.found-by- y-the-old-man.
rolling. g.billiartls- -hc-cugh t-to.havc-been-
sawing-wooi fashion, and let the rosy bushes
of maiden modcsty which chased each other
across her cheeks make answer.
"But was so afraid, papa" she said, sec.
ing the kindly smile that fitted across Lord
Wyvcrn's face, that you would oppose our
love because Regy is not rich and it would
break my heart tcIose him now"
Wealth is not everything, my child" he
said, "and ! will help Reginald to acquire it,
so that by this time next week he may be in
u position to place you beyond the reach of
want"
"will you?' exclaimed Beryl, her face
lighting up with glad, joyous, f.haee-icund-
thc-hnir.brush smile.
"Yes, my darling" answered .he father.
'But how"
'I will," replied Lord Wyvcrn, 'buy him
u pool ticket on the first club that plays
against the White Stockings"