Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1899-09-15
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tllstG tt!lltt'ul lIDItIS MIltIe olE bOyCNlyu
awaited him.
color. and there was n strange look, Sir
Joycclyn ihought, OF his dead sister about
the eyes and lips.
"Ncs, ! want YOU, Austin; come i'll and
shut the door. want to talk to you on
n very important subject. You must give
,ne all Your attention. / am n rich man,
Austin he began; :" Il rich man. have
more money than any one thinks"
Il am very glad said Austin, utterly
at 81 loss to understand why this was
said.
"Ticii. besides being rich, l am ambi-
tious. | have never married and the rca-
son why is my secrct-it will he buried
with me: still | am ambitions. LIN future
years | want people TO tell how old Sir
Joycclyn. the millionaire. was the first of
n ion.s line of baroncts. each of whom
was more famous than the last, and all
this, an old mans dreams. will he carried
out il yen will help me. .Nlstin.'
YOU know that | will help yon uncle.
and shall he glad to help you,' said Aus
tin.
That is right. for you are my OWL sis
ter's son. You have your mothers eyes.
Austin, and | always loved her best. Now
listen 10 me. L have decided TO make you
my hcir-to leave You everything l have
in the world"
But. my dear uncle-Cyril! what of
'Cyrily' cried Austin.
III will provide for him-I do not. of
course. intend to leave him pennilcss: he
shall have IL commission in some crack
regiment, and plenty to keep up the posi-
ton. But my fortune must not be divid-
ed. Let people tell how Sir Austin. who
succeeded Sir Joycelyn. was IL scholar, Il
poet. ana a statesman-many of our
grnndcst statesmen have been poets. No
second place for Sir Austin Vernon"
He looked up ut his uncle.
"How can l be Sir Austin Vernon he
asked, "whcn my name is Chandos?"
"fsy letters patent. You may safely
trus; all that to me. l mean to make
the house of Vernon famous as the house
OF Howard-a strange ambition for an old
man. You will be Sir Austin Chandos
Vernon
And he wondered Mt the gentle, hope
full smile that came over the fair Young
face.
Austin was thinking to himself:
IF all this comes to pass. | may ask
her whom my sou loves best to be my
wife. l can lay fortune. title md position
at her feet. Lady Vernon; the very name
seems to suit her stately beauty. Lady
Lcnore. If l could make her a queen.
would
Then he reused himself to the fact that
Sir .Toycelyn was talking to him.
Il have made my will, Austin. and.
lot ,nn lin v.l,n,, I M, mi, ,,.;l1 a., .i...
you are master of one of the noblcst for
tunes in England. Bnt-and now comes
the essence of what | had TO say-ali this
is Yours on one condition. and one only.
Austin raised his eyes. full of wonder,
to his unclc's face.
What is that. uncle?" he asked.
ut is n very pleasant one; it is simply
this-that to he my heir you must marry
Miss Elsa Grey
Austin looked up mt him. while the
flush died from his face and the light
from his eyes.
Then | shall never he your heir. I'M
Gle: for I shall never marry Miss Grey"
STOP cried Sir %.Joyceiyn; do not be
rash. | pray you. l beg YOU. Austin. my
son. do not be rash. You will he greater
ustI IL lfiiHNC Mltu NVu itIc IuTu VI lIltSt.
estates joincd-Eastwold and Moulcs-
mere. There will not be another such
property in England, believe me-"
"Nly dear uncle. | can never marry
Elsa Grey was the quiet reply.
perhaps at least you will tell me
why he cried, angrily.
Il can tell YOU easily: | do not like her;
shr is vain and foolish. | never coAq
like her
What on earth does that matter? /
am not asking YOU to like hcr-only to
marry her. replied Sir Joyrclyn.
.Nnl again Austin shook his head.
no. he said. Il Silould never marry
anyone whom | did not love. not for all
the wealth of India"
"Iilcn before nigh;fall my new will
Shall he made. and you shall lie disinhrrit-
ed said Sir .Ioycclyn.
Il viii bear the loss Of the Inheritance
ii you do not take your affection with it.
uncle"
But Sir Joycclyn rose in his wrath: he
spoke with angry words such as the
young poet listened TO with shame and
regret. lie quoted the words of King
Lear: he cursed iii. boy he had loved as
his own son. who would not yield one
within to please him. He drove him from
his presence with angry words: he would
listen to no excuse, no reason; all he did
was TO CRY out that the one he loved hest
had proved nngratcfui to him. and that
his life was a burden.
Before night his lawyer had come, and
against the lawyers advice Sir Joycelyn
signed IL will which made the nephew he
did NOT like his heir.
Before that week was over there was
dread gloom and CONSERVATION in that
stately mansion OF Eastwood. for the
valet, going to his master at the usual
hour. had found him dead in his chair.
When the doctors came, in hot haste.
they said that he had been dead two or
three hours. and that his death resulted
from heart disease of long standing. They
asked il he had received any sudden
shock, and were told by Austin that he
had been displeased over some business
arrangement. that was all.
They laid the millionaire to rest, where
the dew fell and the green leaves shad.
owed his grave. where the grass grew