Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-09-29

Then you are not-there is no such
person as Mr. Arthur BarrOn?"
How can l be two fellows at once.
Anthony Brinscombe is as much as l
can carry
Il am sorry" said Beatrice, return
ing the card MY father would have
been delighted to know Mr.. Arthur
Barron-but Mr.. Brinscombe is anoth-
er matter. In spite of your kindness,
1 fear l should be tearing les conve-
nances' to tatters should 1 ask you to
call"
Il shall present my credentials in
due form-and-and - see here" re-
lapsing into boyish agerness-"don't
mention Arthur Barron. He'd never
forgive me, really"
Really she echoed.
He quickly changed the subject.
There is a stylish horseman ap-
preaching. From his grace and ele-
gance I should say he was a groom"
Mine" said Beatrice. Goodbye,
and many thanks" she smiled and
nodded as she rode away, but glanced
back more than once at the broad and
powerful figure darkly outlined against
the morning sky.
Through the kindness of some mutu-
al friend Anthony Brinscombe sue
ceeded in politely forcing himself upon
Mullins notice that gentleman accept
ing him as he did everything else
with equanimity. He disproyed OF his
commercial tendencies though he
found his bicycle adjustments very
oh III nrsrscl IA a
ment with its cushioned back and rain
curtains, the automatic pedal to be
used when eXertion proved irksome,
the invention for holding a book at
easy reading distance with a spring for
turning the pages, all suited Lord Null
lin. who provided himself and Beatrice
with a full equipment, while others in
the neighbOrhood also patronized the
young adventurer, who possessed a
perfect genius for making himself
agreeable.
1t is needless to say that the ac-
duaintanlce between Beatrice and An
thony Brinscombe, begun so unceremo-
niousl ripened speedily into friend
shin. under the sanctity of a formal in
PRODUCTION. and under the influence OF
certain morning rides, with the poetic
Hudson charming their youthful SEN
SEES: it is needless to aGa that sudden
spark shot into flame and Love was
born.
All this was beautiful to discover in
the dazzling sunlight by the sparkling
river where nature smiled upon their |
first raptures. but Lord Mullin most |
assuredly would not smile, nor Grand |
papa Crittenden, nor the rest OF them. |
Beatrice anticipated trouble when she
announced her engagement to an eX-
detrimental and elabOrator OF bicycles,
for the family had views concerning !
her matrimonial welfare.
There will be a fuss, you know,
she said one day.
"A veritable uprising of the clans,
replied Brinscombe cheerfully. they !
will dig about the roots Of my family |
tree. which is at best but slender sap |
ling. Man carves his own destiny, |
Beatrice. 1 Will cut a groove with my |
wheel They should be content with
promises Of future greatness.
"Of course" said Beatrice, any girl
would be proud to marry a hneal de-
of Robert Fulton, or who was
the locomotive man?'
.James Watts" said her lover,
promptly. ,e.--,o.
And [ think bicyclist by profession
is no lower in the social scale, she con-
tinued with spirit
BrinscOmbe laughed.
"Iv dear, such reasoning would be
delightfully."- logical, We're l dead and
buried: it's the pOsthumous fame that
counts Our friends, Robert and
James. were more talked and more
thought of when they were tucked
away beyond all further possibilities.
Now. l propose to make a Napoleonic
move-a sudden overwhelming OF the
us storm Lord Mulin IN ms
stronghold, tell the truth and demand
PARENTS blessing. You are not afraid
of your father, Beatrice?'
"Papa Oh, no. 1 never had any
trouble with him"
well. then, we viii try our fortune
tonight" said the young man decisive
". u will call at nine
Brinscombe arrived precisely on time,
armed for the fray in Immaculate even
him in the drawing room.
How do I look?" he asked as she
came eagerly forward. AS il had an
ancestry"
yes. indeed" she cried. LET us go
to papa. He is in the library.
Lord Mullin received his visitor kind |
". for the young man amused him.
"And what is the latest inventions" |
he asked good naturally. Have you |
considered my idea of folding bicy-
Gle. that could be carried in a leather |
case. like ones dress suit?'
NO, sir. I have something more Sc
rious on hand" Ind Brinscombe |
plunged boldly into the matter
Lord Mullins genial smile was froz-
en-; his breath was taken away. Il am |
sorry. sir" he said stifily. The thing |
is impossible You cannot marry my |
daughter. The family would never !
consent will never consent. Bea- !
trice will. of course, marry in good |
time; negotiations are even now pend |
ing"
Beatrice stared and glanced at her |
whom have you chosen for me?' she
demanded.
Tut. tut, child! Keep cool, I beg.
It is young Arthur Barron, a brilliant
fellow, 1 hear, who has been educated
abroad. He is comingHhOme to join his
people at Newport this season. He is
Of excellent family and l hope
Beatrice strated and glanced at her
lover. She caught look on his face
that made her heart beat fast. He was
the silence.
81 came too late, I see" he said slow
ly. II accept my dismissal, Lord
Mullin. but | would like one word with