The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1884-05-28
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your deDts. dis mind ~ made up
about Il; andifi. wasn't / know he
has not got the money. Asfor me,
you know l have not
@Then what on earth am I ID
dor inquired Hon. Herbert Farm.
ham. "The Jews will do no more
for me. I'm broke. and that's the
truth. They say there's . barone.
working down at the docks, glad d
three eeshillings a day when he can
get Il ] IsnppossI shall come o
thatl
Lady chetwynd looked at her
fayorite son and smiled a little. It
was q funny picture that Of this
grand creature, resplendent with
the beauties Of nature appropriate
to a 'masher1 and adorned by
clothes perfectly built, working at
anything but the obtaining Of as
much amusement as possible out Of
life. The smile was but transient
on Lady GhetwYnd's handsome
face; it died away soon, and she
fell into profound thought. Pres
emily she said very grayely, "There
isyour Aunt Margaret"
"What Of her2' inquired Hon.
Herbert, looking up from his ad,
mirabIe bots, which he had been
studying attenlively, possibly won
dering whether the hundred well.
cut pairs that stood in his dressing
room would be Of any use to wear
out when be was a dock laborer, or
whether It might becOme necessary
to have a sale Of bis personal be-
longings.
"Well, l know she is in England.
She wrote and told me 50, in fact.
And it has occurred to me once or
twice to wonder whom she would
leave all her money to-"
"Has she no one2' inquired Hon.
Herbert, quickly.
"No one at all, l believes abso-
.lulely no one. She was an only
child and with no relatives when
she married your Uncle George.
That is how she came to be sole
heiress TO such an enormous for.
tune"
shade out Of sausages, wssn't.it2n
"0h, no; nothing worse than
pickles and jam. I'd have forgiv-
en- her the source of her money, for
her father being dead when she
married, it might all have been
forgotten; but l found it difficult
to forgive her for being herself"
"What's the matter with her?'
asked Hon. Herbert.
"well," said Lady Chetwynd,
hesitating a little, "she's-vulgar
-and-rather flighty. She never
seemed to me good enough for
George"
"Why did he marry her, thenP"
"0h, as far that" answered Lady
Chetwynd, her color rising slight
ly. u believe he married her for
her money; 1 can imagine no other
reason"
"Abl" said her son, "then she's
been married twice for the same
reasou, 1 suppose"
"Yss," observed Lady Chetwynd,
that second marriage made me
more angry with her than ever.
Now, her second husband is dead,
| really wish she could call. herself
Mrs. ROlleston again, instead of
going about as the Princess Dro.
guca.
"Nover mind" said Hon. Her.
bert; "as the prince cleared out
without sqnandering her money at
cards, Ill forgive him his sins and
speak respectfully Of his memory.
Now tell me where 10 find my
Aunt Margaret, the Princess Dro-
guca. Surely l must have inheri.
ted some Of those fascinating pow.
ers you and Un:le George seemed
to have possessed in common; /
will try them on her. l will be
humble, dutitul, the most exem-
plary Of nephews. Twill carry her
prayer book 10 church and nurse
her poodle. Most elderly ladies
have some monomania or other.
l will discover hers and feed it.
You will hardly know me il you
should see me at her side, so full Of
humility and decorum shall 1 be-. 4"
Lady chetwynd smiled and sigh.
ed at once. II have no idea what
she is like now" she said; ut is a
long time since l have seen her
many a long year-never since