The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-03-16
OF THE BLOOD ROYAL.

Bachelor of Laws. L was sure that Ali
that was left for me to do to secure a
lucrative practice was to hire an of
flee and hang out nv sign. Six
months afterward my office door was
opened by a well-dresse1. middle
aged man. and | Immediately y Jumped
to the conclusion that. at last, ! was
discovered; that my first client had
arrived The first words my visitor
uttered dashed my hopes.
"Can you tell me where Mr.. 5
office is in this buildiDg?,'
Mr.. was lis now. for that mat
teri a celebrated member Of the bar,
WI ose office was several floors below.
With not little effort j managed to
fs@ume N air of cheerful politeness
and set Mr.. IS client on the right
track. IT e following week | gave up
u practice 70 become the private sec
re- arv of Mr. Andrew Cutter. the Well
known true tee. whose son had been
my room mate at Cambridge.
Among Mr. Critters cestuis Tor rath-
or. clients. for this person enjoyed his
income by the provisions OF no wild
was an old Trishman named OConnor
Years he'ore he had been man OF all,
WORK for NJ. Cutter. and he nossessed
faith in that oent'eman'S Judgment
and integrity as firm as was his hnIlef
Of his own descent from Roger OCon
nor the last King Of ireland.
After leaving Mr.. Cnfter's employ
ment. O'Connpr invested his savings
in Junk Again and AGAIN he turned
his caniia1. ALWAYS with the shreWd-
ness of q man Of small beginnings, nm
til he fonnd himself TIE lessee of
small building on one Of the wharves-
and an established hnvar and seller OF
second -hani ship chandlarv Ia time
be added branch TO his business
He leased the oround-foor Of the
binding adjoining" ana orened So
loon where he supplied the rousta-
hante. stevp3crns, and sailors with
fair whisky At regular prices
After a while the profits from both
enterprises hacama brrdens0n1n to the
descendant of King Roger O'CnnnOr.
The loss Of the throne was followed
NV ffE DfI iiniAi litiiFS dDlfllb 'iiH S'if
reeding generations of O'ConnOre.
and the trader in ship-chanalerv. the
last of the line. had been allowed to
GROW m without even the rndimanta
Of an education. But he had inherit
ed-probahlV from some of his p1ahe-
ian prOcenitOrs-(he had few that
We're not royan-a good stock of COM
fEh,- Io1 - -
his savings. wear hv wear, TO his old
friend. Mr.. Cnttpr. who invested them
in real estate for the thrifty trader.
One morning in June. soon after ]
had begun 10 assume nv dnties as
private secretary. the door opened
slowly and silently. and q small man
IN black. wearing tall hat, stepped
softly into the office He was cfeen-
ehavpn. save for fringe of irOn-prav
beard which followed the line of Jaws
and chin. and extended from ear to
ear His short. turnea-un nose. fiat
1T the bridge and wide at tho nOstrils
combined with his long. thick upper
lip. l0udlv proclaimed bis roval blood
II was O'ConnOr.
He closed the door without a sound.
removed his hat placing it carefully
on the carpet. smoothod his bair nor
vouslv. and coughed slightly behind
his knottv hand At Mr.. Cutter's
cbeprv "Ah. GConnor, How are
vOu?" he walked gingarlv on tin
toe. across the Office and seated him
self beside his trns np Then follow
ed short confidential appeal in p
husky. though finnnt whisper through
which 1 could distinctly hear the
brogue without being able 70 catch
q word. until at the end. when
O'Connor placed bundle Of bank
notes on the desk before Mr. Cut
ter and immediately leaned back
in his chair with tremnlons sigh Of
relief that also supplied the breath for
the words, IAN you may count ut
Yourself, sor, av you please"
Mr. Cutter hastily counted the mon
ey and then. calling to me to come
and soc what | made It. tossed The pile
Of notes toward the pdce of the desk.
The pile was a fine old collection Of
veteran live and tens. that exhaled a
ripe perfume of salt fish with an un-
dertone of tar. As | Strengthened M
after finishing the count, Mr.. Cutter
asked ma. with tie suspicion of a
twinkle in his eve.
"Well what doyon make it?"
'One thousand. sir." [ answered. {; nd
OConnor who bad leaned forward and
was watching me intently. again sank
hack with a long sigh. and "ThIue
for you" Soon he arose 'nervously
and started toward the door. Mr..
Cutter said:
4 IN glad business is so coed with
you. O'Connor. O'Connor stopped.
then tiptoed back to the desk.
Thank you, sor. But whishperw
and with a furtive glance about the
Office, followed by a confidential wink
at me, he continued, speaking behind
the back of his hand: Il do be afther
hiriu' one o them type writer ladies
a week most, now. to worruk for me" :"
We'll. wellr' said Mr.. Cutter. much
as one might sympsthIze with a child
mat was pleased, you'll be president
of bank next. | suppose"
O'Connor allowed the beginning of
a loud laugh to escape him. but i'm
mediately after, clapping a hand over
his mouth, doubled up and wheezily
forced the remainder Of his mirth back
into his system. Then be straighten
ed up, and slowly drawing his hand
away from his mouth until it rested
among his fringe of beard, said, with
an air of reverence:
Oh, my. bat it's hIgh-toned lady
she Is! An smart An eddcaytedr =
He finished with an upward and an
outward gesture that plainly said THAI
the subject was beyond his powers of
expression.
How old is she?'' | asked.
Look at that, now,' said O'Connor,
turning quickly to Mr. Cutter, with a
quaint pretense of shocked propriety
at my question. "Shure. | never ask