The Mason County journal. [volume] (Shelton, W.T.) 1886-1927, 1890-10-10

sIBYL TEMPLE.
his ample frame, typifying, it might be, the
reserve with which he wrapped his person
atty from view. He was the sort of man
who, in picture book, would look the very
image of a respectable Great Briton. There
an air of steady solvency about him-a
nce-at-my-banker's air-which was very
telling. The most timid shopkeeper would
have given Goldmore credit for thousand
pounds before even hearing his name. His
mien would have carried him. With his
majesty, the bigness of his frame, his vast
bony features, and the sober color OF his
attire, he looked rather like an elephant who
had cast his trunk, and was going round the
world on a tour or solemn survey In coat
and trousers
Archibald Goldmore, Esq, had a nephew
his heir-who used to come and see him
often, and who, being on the lookout for
wife, was struck with the beauty of Sibyl
Temple This Harry Goldmore was lively
young fellow, but no great favorite with his
uncle He was heir, because there was none
other Forthcoming, but nephew and uncle
never quite hit it off. The young man was
one of those fortunate, or unfortunate, people
very much either they are sure to be-who,
without being exactly selfish, have yet an
inordinate idea of their own claims upon life
and their fellow-creatures, with proper
tionate disregard of other peoples feelings.
Young Goldmore would always help himself
to the best, even before his uncle's eyes, and
would never say, "Uncle, won't you try this?"
or LET me recommend so and so"-trifiing
attentions, but by such little acts young men
sometimes make their fortunes. The nephew,
too, well knowing that his uncle employed al
indispensable cook and prided himself upon
his table, would yet in the most fippant style
find fault with dishes, and declare that in his
club in London the cooking was fifty times
better.
Outrageous sauce this!" he exclaimed one
evening as he tasted his boiled mutton;
"enough to put one off ones feed"
"At your age" remarked his uncle sol
emnly, II got very little sauce at all"
"Gaue enough, daresay!" retorted the
witty young man, with a great roaring
laugh, after which he finished his mutton and
asked for another help, administering the
condemned sauce plentifully.
From these few hints every reader of OBJ
servation can fill up a sketch of this young
fellows character, and it need only be said
that he was tolerably good looking, by no
means vicious, and with very passable man
ners, becoming almost agreeable on the rare
occasions when, standing in awe of somebody,
he had the sense to curb his frolicsome dispo-
sition.
! He saw Sibyl Temple Used as he was to
believe the finest horses bred for him, the
finest vintages grown for him, the richest
dishes cooked for him, he hearing and seeing
that Sibyl was the handsomest girl in Kettle
well, easily concluded that she had been
reared for him. So he began making eyes at
her, and having perceived that she noticed
his attentions-which she could not fail to
do-he treated the conquest as made, and told
his uncle on Sunday at lunch that he loved
Miss Sibyl Temple, and that he had little
doubt that she reciprocated the passion.
,, Beneath some of our big, middle-aged
waistcoats there lie strange secrets. This
ponderous Archibald Goldmore, elevated,
pompous, and remote from sentiment as he
appeared, had buried sorrow of his own.
Years ago his only brother, Harry Goldmore's
father, died. The two brothers had ever
been fondly attached. Lies early struggle
they had faced side by side, and an affection
never to be destroyed had, during those
early years, laced the'r hearts together.
The brother died. In dying he put his thin
white hand out from under the bed clothes,
and, catching Archibald's wrist, begged him
not to forget his little son, soon to be an Or
phan. Archibald promised, and that prom
Use, never broken, and REINFORCED year after
year by memories of the dead man, made the
uncle merciful to the rudeness and the folly
OF this rash and uncongenial youth When
the young man spoke of marriage, in some
inexplicable way a Renaissance of long ago
stole into the uncle's heart and made him sad
and gentle
Harry" he said, with unusual kindness,
you are young to marry, and have little of
your own, but approve of the idea on the
whole. l shall make your way plain"
"Oh, that of course" replied the easy
youth. q settle that in my mind long ago, y
and he la ghed loudly
suppose we mike a call on the Temples
to morrow" the uncle said
mo, not tomorrow, thank'ee," the passion
ate lover said, shaking his head. Tomorrow
l ride over to Blancourt to see jefferson
Never hurry after the women. They think
quite enough of themselves without our
help" which delicate speech he enlivened
with fresh laugh, loud, hearty and vacant
The matter dropped, but at dinner that
day, after the cloth had been removed, Archi-
bald Goldmore gravely renewing the sub
ject, said: :.
In a curious way your choice of Miss
Iemple-we say nothing about her view of
the matter"
10, that's all right enough" young Harry
said
THAT we shall see," his uncle remarked:
Tor the present, never mind. 1 was going 10
say your choice in curious way approves
itself to me; for do you know, Harry, once
mad thoughts OF proposing to the young lady
myself"
"Of i0hat?" screamed the nephew.
"Of proposing to the young lady myself
the uncle repeated
"Of tohdt?" exclaimed the nephew, again in
a scream of undoubted surprise. He could
neither believe his ears nor disbelieve them
"Of proposing to the young lady myself, "
Archibald Goldmore answered once more
with steady solemnity.
his nephew would hear no more He burst
into roar of laughter, threw himself back in
his chair, laughed loud and long, changed
the key of his laugh, went high, went low.
slapped the table, and in general way
slgnlfied that the most comical idea ever
heard of since ideas first began had just been
let loose upon the world
at is perfectly true" the uncle said. used
to his nephew's mad moods and not as vet
afronted
AT your ager screamed the nephew.
A.narry lovely girl ike thati Do YOU
think she would have looked at your and so
IN variety of phrases he put the absurdity.
saluting each fancy with fresh outburst of
rldicule, while the uncle sat Tuning over in
suits which were truly exasperating. But he
was man OF great selfrestraint, and he
said nothing,
TO e CONTINUED.l
Archbishop Walsh, representing the
church OF Ireland Archbishop Ken