Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1883-11-24
THE RIGHTFUL HlIR.

THE RIGHTEUL Hi LIZ.
For some weeks past the engagement
between the Earl of Beauvray and Miss
Millicent Moyle had been chronicled in
the fashionable intelligence of newspa-
pers, and the marriage was appointed to
take place in July. There were many
who considered Miss Moyle a lucky girl,
for Lord Beauvray was not only of an
cient family, young, immensely wealthy
and well-looking, but he was popular ev.
erywhere, owing to his sunny ten per and
uprightness of character. Lord Beauvray
had been merry without being dissolute.
He was the most irreproachable of gentle.
men, Just as his betrothed, Miss Moyle,
was the fairest flower among that bouquet
of pretty girls who had been presented at
court in the same season as herself. MILL
cent Moyle was rich heiress as we'll as a
pretty girl; but this was about all that
could be said of her. Her father, Josiah
Moyle, a bill discounter of Lombard
street, was "new man" of the city plu-
tocracy. It was said that the peers rela-
tives had been much scandalized on hear
ing of MS lordship's intention to marry the
daughter Of man whose antecedents were
just little misty.
One sunny afternoon, Just fortnight
before the date fixed for the marriage, a
5rougham with a coronet on the panels
clattered up to Mr. Moyle's business house
and Lord Beauvray alighted, CHASTITY pale.
The hall porter was startled by his appear
ance, 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
a white hat perched a.cock on his pointed
gray head,
"Ah, Beauvray y cried he, with cheer
full welcome, but perceiving the LOOK on
the peers face, he exclaimed, Why what
is the matter? Not i'll, hope?"
INC, not i'll, but l want to speak to you
in private, said Beauvrsy, hoarsely.
"Shall we 60 off in the phaeton % STAN.
mered MIR. Moyle, full of uneasiness.
mo, into courtroom but let us be quite
led the way to the office.
Pumping down into the arm chair at the
writing table, Mr.. Moyle stared in bewil-
derment, while the peer sat down opposite
and produced blue envelope, with several
Beauvray placed his hand on it and looked
into the fnancier's eyes.
"Mr. Moyle," said he, sadly, 81 have
painful communication to make, but l will
not beat about the bush. find that have
No legal right to the title which bear, or
to the fortune which l am using"
"Eh what" exclaimed Mr.. Moyle,
with a gasp.
q made the discovery this morning, in
rummsging through box of Deeds" con-
tinued Lord Beauvray, whose voice grew
steadier. " You know that / inherited the
title from my uncle. He was the eldest of
three brothers. My father, the youngest,
died while I was boy; my second uncle
died few years later, and we fancied that
ne had been bachelor, but it appears that
he had been clandestinely married, and left
a son-a lad whom you know, by the way,
for l have seen him in your house. His
name is Timburel."
''Timburel =" echoed Mr.. Moyle, with
start. ." Dung Timburel, who used to be
clerk in our firm, and whom l dismissed
for presenting to make love to our Mile =
- was not aware of those particulars,
said Lord Beauvray; but young rlmbu-
rel is the man he bears his mothers name
{she was an actress), and he used to think
he was the natural son OF my second
uncle but HE parents were lawfully mar
ried
"And do you mean to say that Timbu-
rel-a vulgar, conceitec upstart, who is
living on his wits at this moment, with not
a shilling in his pockets, I'll be bound-do
you mean to say he has become Earl OF
Beauvray ??
mot only that, but he becomes abso
lute owner OF all my estates and property.
T.
When I put Timburel in possession of his
own, I shall have nothing hut my com
mission II the Guards and about $500 a
year .,
"Come. come. don't say such bosh, "
blurted out old Moyle, grasping his nose
again. 1t had Just occurred to him that
Lord Bsauvray was hoaxing.
He wants 70 find out whether our
Mile loves himself or his title" reflected
the moneyed man. But in moment this
idea was dispelled by Lord Bsauvray dis
playing the contents of his envelope-a
marriage certificate and a number OF letters
which substantiated the story. Then he
entered into explanations. 1t seems that
his uncle, the Hon. Col. de Vrsy, being in
garrison at Malta, had privately married an
Italian ACTRESS named Timbrelli After a
years union this tickle person deserted
him, leaving her child to his care, and soon
afterwards she died Under the circum-
stances the Colonel, though he provided
Tor the boys maintenance, deemed it con-
venient 10 conceal his marriage, and event
ually he died suddenly without having ac-
knowledged it. Apparently, however, his
conscience had tormented him, so that
while lacking the moral courage to speak
the truth during his life time he had left
evidence by which 1t might be known after
his death. Unfortunately the envelope
containing his marriage certificate had lain
mixed up with some other documents in a
box which Lord Beauvray who inherited
the deceassa's papers, had never thought
OF examining till that morning, when he
had begun to sort his family papers in view
OF his marriage.
Suddenly the bill-discounter crumpled
all the papers in his hand with ieveTish
grasp, snd looked at Lord Besuvray.
There was an expression in his dull eyes as
OF a light behind an uncleaned pane Of
glass 80 say, he whispered, have you
told anybody besides me of the secret 2
"No, came to you first, as in duty
bound.
"Theu what prevents us frou destroy
ing the papers. l shan't say anything
about it. That Young Timburel is a skunk
and 4 snob it will be ridiculous to see him
a Lord, aud he'll ruin himself or become
mad with couceit-so foolish is he. | say,
BeAuvray. If throw this envelope in the
ire. who will know anything about it 2
- shall, answered Lord Beauyray, and
he held out his hand for the paper.
The shifty glance of the moneyed mar
quailed in the light of unquenchable hon
esty in that of one who happened to be q
noblcmanin something more than the name