Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-08-03

minutes he clambered mp to seat next to
Miss Constance. He was somewhat prsoc-
cnpied and silent, but this wss easily &C
counted for by the absorbing interest which
he eyineed in the fortunes Of the game.
Carbury watched him with some anxiety.
Since their conversation on the lobster salad
question the .lady,s name had been seldom
mentioned between them, and he began TO
fear that Byngs marriage woald really take
place without any pecuniary a1vantage to
himself. Presently, as the bell rang for the
luncheon interval, BSng left the drag and
talked for minute or two with his butler,
Mr.. Corker. This circumstance somewhat
aroused Carbury's wonder; he could not
imagine what Byng could have to say to his
retainer, for all arrangements Of the house
hold were leit in the Captains own hands.
He failed, however, to gather any informa-
ton from the buffers sbolid visage. Byng
always did things well, and in very short
time table was spread, on which was dis
played every luxury which money could buy
or the mind of man conceive.
please forgive me If / leave you, said
her host to Miss Lexington; shall be back
after the interval, and, in the meantime,
Captain Carbury will, i am sure, look after
your wants.
Miss Lexington graciously assented, and
the air was soon filed with the clatter Of
plates ard the popping ofchsmpagne corks
Throughout the progress Of the orgie Car
bury kept an eye upon the proceedings of
the butler. He was anxious to find out
the meaning of the mysterious eommunica-
made to that worthy by Byng. Moreover,
Cookers movements were decidedly sim
gular. He seemed perpetually at Miss
Laxington's elbow; now pressing on her
attention some triumph Of Byngs chef, now
filling her glass with champagne, or piling
up her plate with strawberries. After
these little attentions, he would retire be-
hind the drag, and write something down
on q piece OF paper
The captains curiosity at length ex-
hausted his patience He watched his op-
portunity, therefore, and came upon Corker
suddenly Just as that individual made an
entry on the mysterious sheet,
What are you up TOP he asked
Corker was momentarily confused, but he
answered with diTnlty:
'Tm making hinwentory sir.
what the deuce do you mean"
"A hinwentory, sir, by Mr.. Byng S
orders" responded the butler, somewhat
rufied. The Captain paused moment in
thought 1t might be important, this piece
Of paper Come, Corker," he said, "let
me see that paper and III give you a
sovereign!
Couldn't do it. sir" answered the incor-
ruptible Corker.
h,well, hang it, I'll make it a flyer"
Mr.. Corker was not proof against the
extra inducement, so he handed over the
mysterious slip.
What on earth-Do you mean to say
your master told you to make this listT
The butler nodded.
well, I'm blessed Oh, this is altogether
Aon't he open his eyes when he sees it,!
Byng did not reappear until very shortly
before stamps were drawn for the day, and
ne made but lame excuse for his long
ibsence Carbury, as it happened, did not
,ee him again till late in the evening, when
he found him in state Of great mental per-
.urbation, porting over small piece of note
paper, on which certain hieroglyphics were
,crawled in pencil.
What's the matter?' said the Captain;
you look awful bad.
MY hopes are shattered" said Byng in
a dismal voice; my fondest illusions have
been rudely disSipated; the dream is over"
What are you talking about%
Look at this answered the philosopher
in his most tragic tones. Carbugy took
the paper and read:
platefuls maponnaise, ditto perigord
pie, l ditto lobster salad, ? quails in aspic
3 meringues glacees, glasses champagne
helpings strawberries and cream, 2 ices, 2
glass of hquer brandy.
"Well, what is IT'D 1t reads like menu"
at is the disgusting record of the guz-
zling propensities of Miss darlington. |
ordered Corker to keep count, for after
what you saw at Ascot suspected her of
materialism-eveno of sensuality-and my
worst fears are confirmed
"And you mean to say you won't marry
her because she likes good lunchY'
Never would | link my fate to one so
welded to the grosseSt pleasures! | shall
start for Palestine tomorrow morning. You
must come, so get ready. Good night
London Truth.