The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-05-24
nEkYL %M,ULOhKEY.
Her Burn ne Love For Reginald Mol.
cAhey.

Her Burn nE Love For Reginald Muf
eahey.
cAtcogo 7teuu&
where is Mulcahey 2"
As Lord Wyyern, spoke these words ht
stepped lightly from tue bread rerandi
that encircled Brierton Villa and stood be
side his daughter, Beryl McCloskey, whose
1.-THE, graceful form, sharply outlined
against the rustic woodshed that dotted the
landscape to the westward.
~ am not happy, papa" said the girl,
turning as the words with which this chap
ter opens %werespoken, and laying a shapely
dimpled hand in the broad, pis.plate palm
ofher father. ~ know full well that 1t ID
not right for me to feel thus, because
have everything that should make my life
q bright and joyous one. With kind, low.
ing parents, a beautiful home, health
doughnuts and every luxury that taste can
suggest or money purchase, l should in.
deed be ungratetul-nay, even wicked
were l to complain; but in spite Of all this,
in spite OF the fact that [ try, o so hard, to
be bright and gay, there seems to be always
before me sone great sorrow"-and burst.
ing into q storm Of sobs Beryl laid her
hand on her fathers shoulder and wept so
long that Lord Wyyern began to wish that
he was q sponge.
at is your liver, my darling" he said
tenderly when the violence OF the girls
grief had in some measure abated and only
the convulsiye shudder that passed like
the dying throb Of u broken pump through
the lissome form that he held in his arms
told OF the mighty sorrow that was a rack.
ing Beryl's heart. You III of your
feed"
"No, papa," replied the girl, looking up
to him. with her beautiful brown eyes
from which cleaned the soft light OF a
holy, tender affection. ~ have thought OF
that, hut it cannot be. Surely, you must
have noticed the cake jar ?"
Lord Wyvern turned away his head to
conceal from bis daughter the tears that
sutfused his eyes as sue spoke. "God help
me" he murmured, II should say that /
had !" and then turning to Beryl and kiss
ing the dropping lips that were quivering
with grief, he spoke to her in low, kindly,
1.have.three- tones that went to her very
heart.
"You must not try to deceive me, my
darling" he said. "1ell me truly, do you
not love Reginald Mulcahey ?"
The girl gave q quick, conyulsive move
ment, like the fawn Of the forest when the
crack Of the hunters rife breaks upon the
midday silence, or q man who sinks Ian.
guidly to rest on q tack, and then, realizing
that her secret was known, she looked at
her father in a shy, hesitatine, hoy.found.
blythe old-man-plAyi g-billiards.when.h
ought.to. have.been.sawing.wood fashion,
and let the rosy blushes OF the maiden mod.
esty which chased Q ach other ACROSS her
cheeks make answer.
"But l was so afraid, papa" she said,
seeing the kindly smile that fitted across
Lord Wyvern's face, that you would op.
pose our love because Regy is not rich,
and It would break my heart to lose him
now"
Wealth is not everything, my child"
he said, "and l will help Reginald to &C.
quire it, so that by this time next week he
may be in a position 10 place you forever
beyond the reach OF want"
"Will you? !" exclaimed Beryl, her face
lighting up with a glad, joyous, I.haye.
found.the. hairbrush smile.
ayes, my darling" answers the father.
"But how?"
az will" replies Lord wyvern," "buy
him a pool ticket on the first club that
plays against the White Stockings"