The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1883-06-05
A FATHERS SACRIFICE.
The one Thing That Made Beryl
McClosky Happy.
From the Chicago Tribune.

| From the Chicago Tribune.
"Where is Mulcahey?'
AS Lord Wyvern spoke these words
he stepped from the broad veranda
that encircled Brierton villa and
stood beside his daughter. Beryl Me-
Closkey, whose 1.-the. graceful form,
sharply outlined against the rustic
woOd-shed that dotted the landscape
to the westward, was shown to sdvan-
by the dress she wore-a simple gar
ment of soft white piegDoir. caught
up at the shoulders with little knots
of blue ribbon, and through which
the warm fiesh-tints and beautiful
curves of snowy arm were to he seen.
The kissing winds of perfect June
evening-bright, joyous jane, that
Yields SO gracefully her scepier Il
rosy-crowned Queen of Months were
signing through the larches that stood
like sentinels around the close-trimmed
lawn, ami seemed to keep over the
bright patches of flowers, whose vivid
colors were in pretty contrast to the
veIvety green of the grass around
them, kindly, but ceaseless vigil.
II am not happy, papa" said the
girl turning as the words with which
this chapter opens We're spoken, and
laying a shapely, dimpled hand in the
broad. pie-plate palm of her father.
Il know full well that it is not right
for me to FEEL thus, because | have
everything that should make my life
a bright and joyous one With kind
loving parents, beautiful home,
health, doughnu's and every luxury
that taste can suggest or money pur-
chase. | Should indeed be ungrateful
nay. even wicked Were to com.
plain; but i'm 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 some great sorrow"
and bursting into storm of sobs,
Beryl laid her hand On her fathers
shoulder and wept so long and SO bit
teriy tn Lord Wyvern began to
wish that he was sponge
"Iti your liver, my darling" said
he tenderly, when the violence of the
girls grief had in some measure ahated
and only the convulsive sbudder that
pai sed like the dying throb of
broken pump through the lissOme
form that he held in his arms, told of
he mighey sorrow that was racking
Beryi's heart. "Iou are of your
feed."
mo, papa" replied the girl looking
up to him with Ler beautiful brown
eyes from which cleaned the soft light
of holy tender affection, Il have
thought of that, bur it cannot be.
Surely you must have noticed the
cakejar."
Lord Wyvern turned away his
head to conceal from his daughter the
tears that suffused his eyes as she spoke.
God help me-" he murmured, II
should say that bad" and then turn
ing to Beryl and kissing the dropping
lips that were quivering with grief.
he spoke to her in low, kindly, l.
have-three-aces tones that went to her
very heart:
"You must not try to deceive me,
my darling" he said, Tell me truly
do yon not love Reginald Mulcahey?"
The girl gave quick cenvulsive
movement like the fawn of the forest
when the crack of the hunters rifle
breaks upon the midday silence, or a
man who sinks languidly to rest on a
tack, and then. realizing that her
secret was known, she looked at her
father in a shy, hesitating, boy-found-
by-the-old man-pla ying- billiards-when-
he-ought-to- have been saving wood
fashion, and let the rosy bushes of
maiden modesty which chased each
other across her cheeks make answer.
"But I was so aff-aid, papa" she
said. seeing the kindly smile that
fitted across Lord Wyvern's face,
THAT you would oppose our love be-
cause Regy was not rich, and it would
break my heart to loso him now"
Wealth is not everything, my
child" he said, land 1 will help
Reginald to acquire it, SO that by this
time next week he may be in a posi-
ton to place you forever beyond the
reach of want"
"Will your" exclaimed Beryl, her
face lighting up with a glad, joyous,
Observation-Disclosures smile.
Eyes. my darling" answers the IA
Their.
But how ?"
81 will" replies Lord Wyvern,
"buy him a poOl-ticket on the first
club that plays against the White
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