Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1883-04-19
THE RIGIITFUL HEIR.

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THE RIGIITFUL HEIR.
For some weeks past the engage.
ment between the Earl of Beauvray
and Miss Milliccnt Moyle had been
chronicled in the fashionable intelIi.
gence OF newspapers, and the mar,
rage was appointed to take place in
July. There were many who con-
sidered Miss MOlle lucky girl, for
Lord Bcauvray was not only of ancient
family, young, immensely wealthy and
well-loOking, but he was popular every.
where, owing TO his sunny temper and
uprightness of character. Lord Beau,
vtay had been merry without being
dissolute. lie was the most irreproach-
able of gentlemen, Just as his bctrOthcd,
Miss Moyle, was the fairest flower
among that bouquet of pretty girls who
had been presented at court in the
same season rs herself Miliccnt
Moyle was Il rich heircss as well as n
pretty girl; but this was about all that
could be said of her. Her father, Josiah
Moyle, II bill.discOunter of Lombard
street, was "new man. of the city
| plutocracy. 1t was said that the peers 5
relatives had been much scandalilcd on
hearing of his Iordship's intention TO
marry the daughter of Il man whose
antecedents were just little misty.
One sunny afternoon, Just n fort
night before the date fixed for the
marriage, II brougham with coronct
on the panels clattered up to Mr..
Moyle's business house and Lord Beau
vray alightcd, ghaStly 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.. Moylc himself
strutted out, all glorious, with gcra-
mum in his coat and n white hat
perched a-cock on his pointed gray
head.
"Ah, Beauvray" cried he, with
cheerful welcome, but pcrcaiving the
look on the peers face, he exclaimed:
"Why, what's the matter? Not i'll, |
hope?'
"No, not i'll, but want to speak to
you in private" said Beauvray, hoarse-
ly.
"Shall we go of in the phacton?"
stammered Mr.. Mo- lc, full of uneasi,
ness.
"No, into your room; but let us be
quite alone" repeated the earl, and
himself led the way to the office.
Pumping down into the armchair at
the writing desk. Mr. Moylo stared in
bcwildcrmcnt while the peer sat down
opposite and produced 4 blue envelope
with several black seals. LAYING this
on the table, Beauvray placed his hand
on it and looked into the linancier's 5
eyes.
"Mr. Moylc," said he, sadly, 81 have
painful communication to make, but
| will not beat about the bush. find
that have no legal right to the title
which bear, or TO the fortune which
am using"
"Eh! what?" exclaimed Mr.. Moylc.
with gasp.
81 made the discovery this morning,
in rummaging through Il box of Deeds"
continued Lord Beauvray, whose voice
grew steadier. You know that | in
herited the title from my uncle He
was the eldest of NY three brothers.
My father, the youngest, died while !
was a boy; my second uncle died n few
years later, and we fancied he had been
Il bachelor, but it appears that he had
been clandestincly married, and lett u
son-a lad whom you know, by the
way, for have seen him in your
house. His name is Timburcl."
"Timburel!" echoed Mr.. Moyle, with
n start, Young Timburel, who used to
be clerk in our firm, and whom | dis
missed for presuming to make love to
our Millc!'
81 was not aware of those partic-
ulars," said Lord Bcauvray; "but
young Timburel is the man; he bears
his mothers name (she was an actress,
and we used to think he was the
natural son of my second uncle; but his
parents were lawfully married.
"And do you mean to say that Tim
burel-a vulgar, conceited upstart,
who is living on his wits at this mo.
ment, with not shilling in his pockets,
I'll be bound do you mean to say he
has become Earl of BeauvrayPr
"Not only that, buthe becomes alb
solute owner of all my estates and
property. My poor father left me
mere pittance. When put Timburel
in possession of his own, shall have
nothing but my commission in the
Guards and about f300 year"
"Come, come, don't say such bosh,"
blurted out old Moyle, graspiug his
nose again. 1t had just occurred to
him that Lord Beauyray wns hoaxing.
"He wants to find out whether our
Millie loves himself or his tltle," re.
flected the moneyed man. But in
moment this idea was dispelled by
Lord Beauvray displaying the contents
of his envelope-a marriage certificate
and a number of letters which sub
stantated the story. Then he entered
into explanations. 1t seems that his
uncle, the Hon. Col. de Vray, being in
garrison at Malta, had privately mar
ried an Italian actress named Timbur-
ELI. After n years union this tickle
person deserted him, leaving her child
to his care, and soon afterwards she
died. Under the circumstances the
colonel, though he provided for the
boys maintenance, deemed II con-
venient to conceal his marriage, and
eventually he died suddenly, without
having acknowledged it. Apparently,
however, his conscience had iormented
him, so that while lacking the moral
courage to speak the truth during his
lifetime he had left evidence by which
1t might be known after his death. I'M
fortunately the envelope containing his
marriage certificate had lain mixed up
with somo other documents in box
which Lord Beauvray (Nho inherited
tho deceased's papers) had never
thought of examining tillthat morning,
when he had begun to sort his family
papers in view Of his marriage.
Suddenly the bill.discounter crum-
Piled all the papers in his hand with a