The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1905-09-27

estates are so mortgaged that l am
forced to sell them. OF course. have
my profession. but my clients are few
and far between, and l have been ac-
customed to a liberal allowance. little
dreaming that some day should have
TO pay for it out of my heritage"
The late Lord Rumbolt's family law
yer looked sympathizingly at the young
man whose fate was so different from
what it should have been. Up stairs,
in the room above them. lay all that
was mortal of Cuthbert, Baron Rum
bolt whose funeral was to take place
that very day. The morning sunshine
fickered in through the deep. bay win
dows. as If mocking the young man
whose prospects had been shattered at
a blow.
But Anthony Rumbolt was no cow
ard and no fool. Once he had mas
tered the news he was ready to be up
and doing.
IL can't stay here. under the circum-
stances. for | can't afford to keep up
this place on the earnings of a briefiess
lawyer" he told Carew. "There is
nothing else to be done: the dear old
place must come under the hammer.
I expect it will fall into the hands of
some upstart local merchant or NUT
ton raiser from New Zealand. Thank
heaven. my duties will keep me in Lon
don. and shall not be narrowed by its
desecratiOn."
rhe lawyer looked at him n little
keenly from under his shaggy brows.
You might marry" he ventured, tim
idly. you are prize in the matrimO-
nial market. Lord Rumbolt Many
will"
"Sell themselves for a title?" burst
in Anthony. impetuously. Don't think
OF that again, please. I've not sunk so
low as that yet. and. please heaven.
don't intend To-
''But there are many lovely girls,
who have enough money-and you are
good lookingr put in the elder man,
unabashed. There's nothing like look
ing all your chances in the face, /
say"
$50 you wart me to look one chance
i'll the face forever afterward! added
his lordship. grimly. mo. no, Carew,
as l have said. hate all that sort of
thing. When I marry. it will be for
love alone-love and nothing but love.
I'm glad you broke the news of my un-
cle's bankruptcy to me beforehand. l
should have hated to have to face all
those gaping relations unprepared. As
II is. OF course. shall not give myself
away. but shall take it stolcally, and
let's hope that shall not be commiser-
ated with. that's allw
The two men passed out OF the IL
brary then and into the hall The
coffin was on its way down the broad,
oaken Stairs-the dead mans last jour
ney across the threshold OF the ances-
tral home he had ruined was just
about to be taken.
Anthony slipped into his place as
heir-at-law and chief mourner, and
many a seedy connection Of the late
baron's, who had not been aware Of
the state of affairs at Rumbolt Chase.
slipped into the procession which fol-
lowed the body across the soft, green
grass to the little churchyard, where
the service was soon read and the dust
finally committed to the dust. Then
the solemn procession reformed and
made its way back TO the old mansion
in readiness to hear the will read.
All eyes in the room were turned on
Anthony Rumbolt as the words fell
clearly from the lawyers lips-words
that made him practically penniless,
with a title to keep, and only his pro
fession upon which to do It.
There were murmurs of disappOint-
ment. growls of surly rage sobs from
hysterlcal feminine relatives. who sub
sided behind their black edged hand
kerehlefs, presumably to Cry their
tears and swallow their secret sorrow.
In the midst OF it all the heir stood
up and threw back his handsome head
with a thoroughly characteristic ges-
ture.
Friends" he said, and his voice was
perfectly steady. Il am very glad to
see you here. and to know that you
have joined with me in honoring my
dead uncle. He was as you all know.
never very wealthy man, and some
undertakings Of his were not success.
ful at the last. That Is the reason why
so many of you are disappointed Of
legacies to-day. That is all l have TO
say | think. Thank you all very much,
and goodbye"
He turned TO the Old lawyer. shook
his hand warmly, and still holding his
head high, he left the room. leaving
those behind him to retire as best they
could.
But bis heart was heavy when he
went to bed that night, and It did not
grow any lighter as the days went on
and the time drew near for Rumbolt
Chase to be put up to auction. He was
young, handsome and a baron, but he
hardly knew from day to day where
his next meal would come from-as he
said himself. be was an impoverished
baronl
Then, one glorious spring morning,
the news came to him, as he sat in his
stuffy chambers in the Temple, that
the Chase had been bought by GER
tain American, one Give Warrender
by name. Whoever 1t was be wrote q
decidedly bold and lesible hand. An
thOny thought, as be looked over the
necessary papers and wrote the words
hat signed the Chase away from him
self and his heirs fOravar frhan ba