Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-11-14

Continued From Yesterday
81 am delighted to meet your lord
ship said he to Harrowby. Knew
your father, the earl, very we'll at one
time. Had business dealings with him
! often. A man after my own heart
Always ready to take a risk. l trust
you left him well?"
"Quite, thank you," Lord Harrowby
answered. Although he will insist
on playing polo. AT his age, eighty.
two. it is dangerous sport"
Mr.. Jephson smiled.
Still taking chances" he said. "a
splendid old gentleman. l understand
that you. Lord Harrowby, have prop.
osition to make to me as an underwrit.
ar"
They sat down. Alas, IL Mr. Burke
who compiled the we'll known peer.
age" could have seen Lord Harrowby
| then what distress would have been
his! For most unlordly flush again
mantled that British cheek. A noS,,s
man vas supremely ratified.
'T will try to explain" said his
lordship, gulping a plebeian gulp. 'My
affairs have been for some time in
| rather chaotic state. Idleness-the
life of the town-you gentlemen win
understand. Naturally 1t has been sug-
gested to me that exchange my name
and title for the millions of some Amer
lean helress. l have always violently
objected to any such plan. II couldn't
quite bring myself to do any such low
trick as that. And then-a few months
ago on the continent-I met girl''-
He paused.
I'm not a clever chap, really" he
went on. I'm afraid cannot describe
her TO you. Spirited-charming
He looked toward the youngest of the
trio. You at least understand" he
finished.
Mr.. Minot leaned back in his chair
and smiled a most engaging smile.
Perfectly" he said.
Thank you" went on Lord Harrow.
by in all seriousness. 1T was only in.
cidental, quite irrelevant, that this
young woman happened to be very
wealthy. I fell desperately in love.
am still in that-er-pleasing state
The young lady's name, gentlemen, is
! Cynthia Meyrick. She is the daughter
Of Spencer Meyrick. whose fortune has
| believe, been accumulated in OIL"
Mr.. Thacker's eyebrows rose respect
fully.
"a week from next Tuesday" said
Lord Harrowby solemnly, at Sar
Marco, on the east coast of Florida
this young woman and l are to be
married"
And what" asked Owen Jephson,
lis your proposition?"
Lord Harrowby shifted nervously In
his chair.
Il say we are to be married." he con
tinued. But are we? That is the
nightmare that haunts me. A slip
My-er-creditors coming down on me
And, far more important, the dreadful
agony of losing the dearest woman in
the world"
what could happenT' Mr.. Jephsor
wanted to know.
Did / say the young woman was vi
vacious?" inquired Lord Harrowby
''She is-a thousand girls in one. Some
untoward happening and she might
| change her mind in fash"
Silence within the room; outside the
roar of New York and the clatter OF
the inevitable riveting machine max
ing its points relentlessly.
That" said Lord Harrowby slowly
sis what l wish you to insure m;
| against, Mr.. Jephson."
You mean
II mean the awful possibility of Miss
Cynthia Meyrick's changing her mind
Again silence, save for the rivetint
machine outside, and three men look
ing unbelievingly at one another.
"Of course" his lordship went OF
hastily, sit is understood that l per
sonally am very eager for this wedding
to take place. 1t is understood that il
the interval before the ceremony shall