Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-08-27


Home? No. not now. Never again
shall he cross the threshold of Beech
wood House. till its owner humble him
self by asking him.
Giving full play to his righteous IN
dignation, he turns his back upon tina
paternal mansion. and walks away from
1t. At first aimlessly, and without
thought of whittier his steps are tend
ing. Soon, however, he directs them.
A house appears before him-a road
side hostelry-whose swing-sign pro-
claims it the Fox and Pheasant Ha
knows the place well, sort of sport
ing establishment, patronized by ths
young swells of the surrounding neigh
bourhood. who occasionally call at il
for their brandies and sodas-himself
among the number.
Entering, he orders one, and along
with it, pens, ink, and paper. He has
now made up his mind what course he
viii pursue, and the initial action of il
is the writing of a letter.
'Father-I omit the dear for rea-
sons you too well know. When this
reaches you l shall be in London, never
more to return to house which. by
your own decreeing, can no longer be a
home for me. l could have borne my
disinheritanca. since. perhaps l have de-
served it; burt the consequences-ah.
they were too,cruel for me to think of
them without being angry-and with
you, my own father! Well, it's all ov-
er now, done anu ended, so let it be. /
only write to say that, since. by the
terms of your villa copy of which
chance has put into my hands, may
some day be the recipient of thous-
and pounds, would ask the further IA
vor of your paying it at once, if you
please, deducting the usual interest,
which, l believe can be determined by
the Life Insurance tables. A thousand
pounds at your death--an event which
| hope and trust may be far distant
would be little worth waiting for. Paid
now. it might better serve my purpose:
which is to seek fortune in foreign
land, under some sky more smiling and
propitious than that hanging over the
Chilterns, which now only frowns upon
poor me. If you grant this, the last re-
quest l shall ever trouble you with,
please send your cheque to your solic-
itor, Lawson, of Lincolns Inn, where
l shall call to inquire for it. Failing
to receive it, l shall go abroad all the
same, only in less commodious man
ner, rather than return to the shire OF
Buckingham-above all. to that section
known as Chiltern Hills; and, least OF
all to the park partlcularised as Beech
woods
Now, father, you know my determin-
alton, and wishes. The last you can
answer as may seem best to you And
perhaps, my affectonate brother Nigel.
whose counsel you are ever so ready to
follow, may assist you in thin matter
But one word more. that relating to
things personal-my clothes. and other
effects. Please direct Warrener TO
pack and forward them to me, address,
ed Paddington Station, till called for
BY doing so you viii greatly favour
Your disinherited son,
"HENRY."
Having placed the sheet within an
envelope, he commits 1t to the inn ost-
Ter, for delivery, but not before night.
Which injunction the man thinks
strange, but says nothing. only promis-
es to observe it, and deliver the letter
accordingly, the postage being prepaid
by the douceur OF a shilling dropped
into his hand. After which, Henry
Harding, finishing his glass Of u. and
s., forsakes the Fox and Pheasant,
striking into a cross-countyy road
which runs toward the Great Western
Railway. In an hour. he stems upon
the platform OF the Slough Station. and
ia less than another Is in London