Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1884-05-08
A Paying Filtration.

NO, Herbert, | can't do it. You will
have to get out of this difficulty by your
self. 1t is useless my going to your
father any more; he said the last time he
would never again cripple himself by
paying your debts. His mind is made up
about it: and even if it wasn't l know he
has not got the money. As for me, you
know | have not"
Then what on earth am l to do?" in
quired Hon. Herbert Farnham. "The
Jews will do no more for me. I'm broke,
and that's the truth. They say there's a
baronet working down at the docks, glad
of three shillings day when he can get
it. suppose shall come to that"
Lady Chetwynd looked at her favorite
son and smiled little. 1t was funny
picture that of this grand creature. re-
splendent with the beauties of nature
appropriate to a 'masher,' and adorned
by clothes perfectly built, working at
anothing but the obtaining as much
amusement as possible out of life. The
smile was but transient on Lady Chet.
wynds handsome face; it died away soon,
and she fell into profound thought
Presently she said very gravely, There
is your Aunt Margaret
What of herr" inquired Hon. Herbert
looking up from his admirable boots
which he had been studying attentively,
possibly wondering whether the hundred
Well-cut pairs that stood in his dressing
room would be of any use to wear out
when he was dock laborer, or whether
it might become necessary to have sale
of his personal belongings.
well, know she is in England. She
wrote and told me so in fact. And it has
occurred 10 me, once OF twice, to wonder
whom she will leave ali her money to-"
Has she no one2' inquired Hon. Her
bert quickly.
NO one at all, 1 believe; absolutely no
one. She was an only child and with nc
near relatives when she married your I'm.
Gle George. Trat is how she came to be
sole heireSs to such an enormous fortune
Made out of sausages, wasn't it?"
"Oh, no; nothing worse than pickles
and jam. I'd have forgiven her the
source of her money, for, her fatner being
dead when she married, it might all have
been forgotten; but fonud it difficult tC
forgive her for being herself"
"What is tne matter with her?" ask ed
Hon. Herbert.
swell, said Lady Chetwvnd, hesitating
a little, "sh,.'S vulgar - and - rather
enough for George"
"Why did he marry her then?"
"Oh. as for that" answered Ltdv Chet-
wynd, her color rising slightly. Il be
lieve he married her for her money; l can
imagine no other reason.'
''Ah." said her son, then she's been
married twice for the same reason, | sup
pose"
Yes" observed Lady Chetwynd, that
second marriage made me more ang y
with her than ever. Now, her second
husband is dead, | really wish she would
call herself Mrs. Robinson again, instead
of going about as the Princess Droguca.'
Never mind" said Hon. Herbert, las
the Prince cleared out wi hOut squander
ing her IN 'ney at cards, Ill forgive him
| his Sius, and even speak respectfully ut
his memory Now tell me where to find
my Aunt Margaret, the Princess Drogu
ca Surely l must have inherited somt
of those fascinating powers you and Un
Gle George seemed TO have possessed in
common; l will try them on her. | will
be humble. dutiful. the most exemplary
of nephews. | will carry her prayer
book 10 church and nurse her poodle
Most elderly ladies have some monoma
MIA or rtner l will discover hers and
feed it. You will hardly know me if you
shouldn't see lne at her side, so full OF
humility and decorum shall l be-"
Lady Chetwynd smiled and sighed al
once. Il have no idea what she is like
n0w," she said; 1t is a long time since
have seen her-many long year-nevel
since George died, in fact. She was moi
pious then; perhaps she is now. YoI
will find her at the Clairville at Seagate.'
"1've heard of that establishment" sale
Hon. Herbert, thoughtfully; "a quee
place for an elderly lady. However,
dare sav she knows no better. Give MI
a line of Introduction to her and I'll rur
down at once. l shant mind going L
Sragate just now; it's superb weather,an
lots of people there"
Lady Chetwynd, looking thoughtfullN
as she did so, wrote brief note ant
handed it to her son who started off i'm
mediately. He was in such an exceed