The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-06-24

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could beat my little girl"
Myles Newbury made no reply; he
had not even heard his hosts last SEN
tence, so occupied was he with his own
cogitatious. Gubbs glanced at him
shrewdly, but RETAINED from breaking
in upon his thoughts until their eyes
met, and each mentally measured and
questioned the other. Gubbs drew q
long breath.
you know omeone--someone that
would suit herP he asked, in voice
that trembled from agitation.
Newbury contented himself with nod.
ding his head,
"a man Of rank2"
can earl"
Gubbs lay back and wiped the pers-
piration from his forehead. "My little
girl countess" he whispered to him
sell. Then aloud he said somewhat
awkwardly, "Mr. Newbury, if this
should ever be brought about by you,
sir-you UNDERSTANDINGS are both men
OF business, men OF the world, and no.
body has ever found me ungrateful; sc
you will have"
tut, tut, tut" replied the solicitor,
shaking his hand as he stood up,
whilst striving at the same time to hide
his satisfaction.
"You are not offended, | hope?" said
Gubbs, penitently.
"My dear friend" warmly answered
the solicitor, in wh0se estimation the
merchant had markedly increased
since he learned the extent of his for
tune, "who could he offended by SO
good'hearted aud outspoken man as
yourelf?"
What's his name?" asked Gubbs,
bending forward, an eager light in his
round blue eyes.
sits premature TO mention it yet.
must tirst'see him."
DO SO soon; tho sooner the better"
"You may rely upon me-" reioined
Newbury, emphasizing his words.
81 do implicitly. leave the whole
matter in your hands, and ii it's ever
settled l."
mot another word, my dear friend
not another word" said the solicitor, as
he rose from the table.
CHAPTER X.-MYLEs NEwRURY SUGGESTS.
In a private apartment in an hotel in
Boulogne Stella and Crawford were
seated one morning, The room, with
its lofty ceiling, white papered walls,
narrow gilt-framed mirrors, tall win.
dows and polished floor, had a some
what chilly effect, and Stella had drawn
near the crate, where log OF wood was
smouldering. The night had been wild,
and the wind was yet digh, whilst
sharp, sudden showers occasionally
smote tho window spanes. Now and
then glow OF sunshine. brief and il
lusory, flashed through the w1tery
clouds, but the general aspect Of the,
day was groy, gloomy and threatening,
and Stella felt it weigh upon her spirits
with sore depression.
Crawford likewise experienced its
electrical effects, for throughout tho
morning no had been restless and un.
easy, rapidly beginning sentences which
he abruptly discontinued, moving from
room to room, and from spot to spot, as
ii expecting, even whilst dreading, some
event or change, which he fain would
hasten yet longed to escape from.
A score OF times he had stood at the
window looking towards the harbour,
in the hope OF sighting the Folkestone
boat, already long overdue; and now
that she had arrived he watched with
an eagorness he was powerless to con-
troll, the drenched and miserable pas
sengers file slowly from the dock.
Here's Newbury at last" he said,
catching sight OF the man he expected.
"Now, Stella, 90 to your room, and
leave me to talk to him,
II hope he won't have bad news for
you, she answered, az she rose TO obey,
adding, Perhaps, after all. things are
not so black as you fear, and he may be
able to holp you"
"We7l see-we'l see" Crawford an.
swered, unwilling to prolong the con.
versation, and holding the door open
for her that she might depart.
Scarcely had she left when another
door opened, and Newbury, looking
yellow, miserable, and detected, entered.
"How good OF you to como to-day"
Crawford said, shaking hands with him
warmly. You have had wretched
passage"
Horrible"
an order breakfast for YOU"
mot now-in half an hours time l
may be able to eat-but-" and he made
grimace
Crawford, having summoned the
waiter, gave him directions regarding
the breakfast, and then turned to the
solicitor
"You are looking well, my lord" said
the latter.
"Don't call mo my lord here"
Crawford replied, nervously.
"Why not" asked Newbury, won.
deringly.
For two reasons. In the first place,
Pm only known in the hotel as Harry
Crawford, the name by which l told
you to ask for mo"
"And the second ?"
Because the girl who passes as my
wife only knows me by my family
namo. She is ignorant that have in
herited q title, and don't mean to en-
tighten her on that point"
"Then sho is not your wife?"
"She believes herself such-speak
easy, she Ia in the next room"
young women arc not easily taken
in on such important points"
"That depends, She was an un.
sophisticated country girl"
Newbury looked grave. pardon me-"
he said, putting question to you in
your own interests, but are you quite
certain she has ne legal claim upon
your
"Do you think Pm fool enough to
have run my head into halterP"
"Where women arc concerned" re-
marked the solicitor, "the wisest men
have acted as fools before now. But lot
Us understand each other clearly and
for the last time on this point. In case
Of your marriage with another woman
vnuid this oiri hnvn n nrinr claim ~