The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1883-08-10

Chicago Tribune.

"Where Is Mulcahey?"
As Lord Wyvern spoke these words he
stepped lightly from the broad yeranda that
encircled Brierton villa and stood beside his
daughter, Beryl McClosky, whose 1.-the,
graceful form, sharply outlined against the
rustic woodsbed that dotted the landscape
TO the westward, was shown to advantage by
the dress che wore-a simple garment OF soft,
white peignoir, caught up at the shoulders
with little knots of blue ribbon, through
which the warm aesh-tints and beautiful
curves OF snowy arm were to be seen. The
kissing winds Of perfect June evening
bright, joyous June, that Yields SO graceful
ly her sceptra as rose.crowned queen Of
months--were signing Through the larches,
and stood like sentinels around the close
trimmed lawn, and seemed to keep over the
bright patches Of flowers, whose vivid colors
were In pretty contrast to the velvety green
Of the grass around them, kindly but
ceaseless vigil. # ,...
~ am not happy, papa" said the girl,
F.; turning as the words with which this chap
ter opens were spoken, aud laying shapely,
dimpled hand In the broad, pie.plate palm
of her father. II know full well that 1t Is
not right for me TO feel thus, because have
everything that should make my life bright
and Joyous one. With kind, loving parents,
beautiful home, health, doughnuts, and
every luxury that taste can suggest or money
purchase, should indeed be ungratefnl--
nay, even wicked-werc / TO complain; but
In spite OF afi this, In spite Of the fact that
try, o 10 hard, TO be bright and gay, there
seems TO be always before me some great
sorrow"--and bursting into storm OF sobs
Beryl laid her hand On her fathers shoulder
and wept SO long and so bitterly that Lord
Wyvern began to wish that he was sponge
"It Is your liver, my darling" he said
teuderly, when the violence of the girls grie
had In some measure abated, aud only thu
convulsive shudder, that passed like the dy
ing throb Of broken pump through the lis
some form that he held In his arms, told o
the mighty sorrow that was racking Beryl'
heart. aYou are OF your feed"
"No, papa" replied the girl, looking up Il
him with her beautiful brown eyes from
which CLEANED the soft light Of holy, ten
der affection. ~ have thought Of that but !
cannot be-"
Lsrd Wyvern turned away his head TO con
ceal from his daughter the tears that suffase'
his eyes a. she spoke, and then, turning b
Beryl and kissing the dropping lips that wer
quivering with grief, he spoke to her 10 low
kindly, I-haye- three.s aces tones that went i
her heart:
"You must not try to deceive me, my dal
ling" he said. "Tell me truly, do You nc
love Reginald Mulcaheyp" wa@
The girl gave quick, convulsive move
ment, like the fawn Of the forest when th
crack Of the hunters rife breaks upon th
midday silence, or q man who sinks languidl
TO rest on tack, and then, realizing that be
secret was known, she looked at her fathe
In shy, hesitating, boy found by she-ols
Manipulating. billiards when.he ought u
e-been-sawing-w wood fashion, and lot th
rosy blushes of maiden modesty whic
chased each other across her cheeks make a
swer.
ssBut was afraid, papa" she said, seeir
the kindly smile that fitted across Lord Wy
srn's face, ''thAt you would oppose our Low
because Regy 10 not rich, and twouid brea
my heart TO lose him now"
aWealth 10 not everything, my child,"
said, sand will help Reginald TO acquire
20 that by this time next week be may be
: position 10 place you forever beyond u
I reach ofwant.n II rH# a
x aWill yoaT exclaimed Beryl, Der ia
lighting up with glad, joyous, l-hay
found the. hair. brush smile"
aYes, my darling, ANSWERS the father.
aBut how?"
aIwill,n replies Lord Wyvern," buy him
pool ticket on the 1rst club that plays agair
the White Stockings.