Cañon City record., 1900-11-29

to detest! And what luck It was.
what great luck for homely Miss
Brown. spinster. who. In spite Of her
well-flled Golfers had received few II
any offers. that she had succeeded to
the affections of the Count D'Artelle!
And what luck 1t was for the latter
that his affections were more easily
transferable than his notes! He had
stood the rivalry of Lord Bodleigh
weck-and then he had understood.
He had uttered few mutters about
perfldious Albion and impossible
America and begun calling at least
twice day on delighted Miss Brown.
A month passed most gaily. Pretty
Viola was never before SO pretty. Her
bushes were Strawberries and cream
to the eyes. Her happy girlish laugh
ter was music to the ears. And as for
Lord Bodleigh he was the delighted
delight of the town.
Not quite of all the town though. Mr..
Beach did not view the unexpectedly
great success OF Mr.. Estey with the
satisfaction people supposed. He dis
covered. all too late. that this time his
daughter really was in love. and what
smitten with his daughter. This would
have been bad enough had Mr.. Estey
really been Lord from merry Eng
land. But to have his daughter fall
in love with an imposter and by his
own conniyance, indeed by his own
machinations-that was really going
too far. Too late he saw that he had
jumped out of the French frying pan
Into the English fire. As the days
drew on he limited at first and then
intimated moS broadly that Mr.. Es-
tey was outstaying his welcome. His
remarks seemed to fall on ears that
did not hear. To be sure Mr.. Estey
moved to the fashionable hotel at
Harnwich By-the-Sea when Mr.. Beach
intimated that he expected other visi-
tors. He was too much of a gentle
man to fail to notice the meaning OF
such remark as that. But this only
made matters worse, for now the young
mans attentions were made but more
openly and the young lady's reciprocal
| feelings but more manifest. Mr..
Beach could not unmask the intruder
except by acknowledging that he him
self. had purposely foisted a bogus
Lord upon the high society of Harm
wich. In this dilemma. he had but
one last trump to play. He could tell
his daughter that Mr.. Estey was plain
Mr.. Estey. not Lord Bodleigh as she
supposed. But he was not at all cez-
tain that his one last trump would take
the trick.
Matters were at a crisis when Mr..
Estey appeared one night before Mr..
Beach in state OF some embarrass-
ment and asked for the hand of his
daughter in marriage. at the same time
confessing his love for her in terms
that spoke only too truly OF his sim
cerity.
1T is high time" thundered Mr..
Beach in reply. that Viola be unde-
ceived."
Il don't understand said Mr.. Estey.
using that exnsperatingly weli-bred
formula.
Il mean that you should. In all hon
esty, tell her that you are not Lord
Bodleigh." answered Mr.. Beach. Il am
sure that will end the affair"
But | cannot do that" answered
Mr.. Estey. without telling an untruth
to Viola-I beg pardon. l mean Miss
Beach. As matter OF fact, am Lord
Bodleigh. and have been guilty OF no
deception to her ut ALL"
"What?" shouted Mr.. Beach.
ut is all as have said" answered
the young man. Il can readily prove
who | am by referring you to the dip
lomatic service In Washington. and to
any OF the representative English
men in New York. have been travel
ing incognito under family name that
is rightfuliy mine"
"Humph!" muttered Mr.. Beach.
And then he relaized that he was
a fool who had been foiled In his folly.
And the worst OF 1t was that he had
been foiled by a foil
well. take her." he answered
finally. Il suppose you might be worse
than you are. But II you were Duke
or an Earl or a Prince, by Jove. young
man. you should not have her II had