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ly successful at 'Drury Uwe."
I"I am nut burpeised at. the young
lady's s : ecess," -observed the young
nobler „n. "Tilt of her father in
the world of letter would have Beam-
ed to me problematical had I not
your asap'arc' of hie prosperity."
"Then if Bessie did not tell you
where I ,ived how did you find me
out?"
"I lunched to -day at Mrs. Fitz -
Herbert's. There I saw a poem with
your name and address attached"
Moore gave liuster a gratefuld
glance which in >re than repaid that
young gentleman for his enterprise.
"By the way Mr. Moore, the verses
1 spoke of were charming. Mrs. Fitz-
._ llerbert read them aloud to 'the as-
sembled company, who received them
(Continued front last week.) with every mark of pleasure and ap-
preciation. Hi wishes Hi 1 a {snowed it Mr, Sheridan was par-
"Oh,Is tums'e 111 'ave• wed. taculary complimentary in his com-
circumatarl^e t. we ler veerbeenlittle menta, while no less harsh a critic
pot-bellied e t the
'tee tt nken. Hi than Mr, Brummell condescended to
say, Mr. cove Woti'd you call me express himself as delighted. Have
'Pride' after t'is?" you other poems, Mr, Moore?"
"11e' aft s'ccd M • 'o, more cheer- What is that, Lord Brooking?"
"Have you other poems?"
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io�ly Moore's laugh was not untinged
"Fiei'ause ':Is 'esv Ili woes before a
fall hand returns h •fter i• Dabble
will ,sear to that, Si' 1w don't let
1 measly pub'ishinr; ,••,0e cast you
down. sir' W'0 1o,1, ,v., ': $ tut to do
is rut McDeruio1 dead ,+•hen we meets
'int on fall 11,1all. • it'll ruin 'int
socially." , .
"You arc :1 'ctrl.'. e deal Bus -
..Sun see, ''i '::in' , nu ,'al to
‘0t,rr0 1111• 1(1 • "
"Alt, Ino 1" s ,.re,
tits held - i'' si 3014 a
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or
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and :1 t '"•
dye, - I,
goli!ei'.
At
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h- ,re v.. ;11 Moire?
Yed :remember 131
"Lordit• ,skin," i'r:iv}il's
friend," sail moon- ,•.`Po. "I've not
forgotten yuu."
.and he paid no a"en'i'n to his
lordship's out -stretched hand.
Brooking seemed :, trifle discon-
eerted at the coolness of his recep-
tion. but, recovering himself he con-
ainued winningly:
"You wrong me, sir. My intimacy
with the gentleman you named has'
'3l•clined to a mere acquaintance."
"You are to be congratulated, Lord
Brooking," replied Moore more
cordially. "Won't you sit down "
Then, as the young nobleman was
relieved of his cloak and hat by Bus-
ter, the poet went nn:
"1 believed youe lordship to be
abroad."
"It is my custom to pass six months
yearly upon the Continent," answered
Brooking, settling back at his ease in
the old arm -chair to which his host
had waved him. "To this, doubtless,
your impression is due. As it is, I
Duly returned from there two days
ago, so you see, Mr. Moore, you are
one of the first of my friends to re-
ceive a call from me."
"I am honored," replied Moore, po-
litely, sitting down on the other side
of the fireplace.
"No doubt you are wondering what
has brought me to see you?"
"I can't deny a alight curiosity, my
lord," admitted Moore, smiling back
at the young nobleman, whose charm-
ing manner was winning his confidence
in spite of his previous suspicions.
"Then I'll proceed to enlighten you
without further delay, Mr. Moore."
"If your lordship will be so good."
"In Ireland a year ago Sir Percival
offered little Mistress Dyke a position
at Drury Lane Theatre."
"He did, curse him!" •
"Knowing the gentleman as I do,
1 promised my better self that, if
the young lady did come to London
.s the protegee of Lovelace, I would
fet111 you here as mine, so, if the
time came when she would require a
strong arm and a loving heart to
defend her happiness, she need not
aro far to find it. That very day I
left Irelard and havh since been
abroad. Two days ago I returned
from Paris and found to my surprise
that Mistress Dyke is acting at Drury
Lane. Surely, you did not allow this
willingly?"
"Not L sir. 1 had nothing' to say
1111411) it."
"Yon moan she preferred Lovelace's.
ad0k'e to yours, Mr. Moore?"
"We quarrelled, sir, and fr'In1 that.
'lay'.._. it was the one on which you
left the old country Inn; lord —she has
had uo good word for ole. (lireum.
stances placed me in an unfavorable
light, and believing me faithless, she
turned a deaf ear to my warnings.
Her either was daft to eonu' to Lon-
don, and in her anlrer she consented
to make the venture."
"And you followed her her, Mr.
M oo re. ? "
"Yes, sir, I made a pretence of
studying law in the Middle Temple,
but it was wretched work which I
soon abandoned. Since then I've been
scribbling for a living and not achiev-
ing much success at it, though I have
done my best."
"I see," said Brooking, reflectively.
"Did Bessie give you my address?"
"Not she," replied his lordship.
"I've not led the pleasure of renew-
ing my acquaintance with Mistress
Dyke."
"She and her father go every-
where," said Moore, proudly. "Thanks
to Sir Percival's influei,ce, they have
Leen received by society with. open
arma. The old 'gentleman's poems
sell, and Bessie is more than nrdinari-
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with bitterness as he opened the
drawer in the table, lifting from it
with both hands a confused pile of
manuscripts which he dropped care-
lessly in front of his guest.
"A few, sit'." he remarked gritti-
ly.
'Tot ,•i,' .,-, n„t aubtis!ac:1'>”
drrn r:'h d 1.,.••' 'R„ok!(g, scanning
y;viaa•, ,,or' -•e Igh Ills rye glass
'11''.,•y :.r1( el of uniform excel
'fuer.,•
"'fine" .Irl-', 'esti i because 1 have
lit (yv tin nl ' v,r;d ,•f fashion t"
i' tl 'i ' o 11elbtr•nu:
resent (3111, -it 11„1 mit s" loin-
' Dote, I'"' re . . '•,! L•1; lordship,
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1 i uu.m" i.: brit moor wot'rc
u.
". • n::' I m l'rua',' him "'I that i1 u,,.. ! :.hum ill sympathy
. I was,. 94i•' rr Must, r liked !1e was
'• 1''•'r' "I .'.Ion rot d;lzzh•,; 1'r,o,e in adallrr reventva11y; when he
••t'u•e,.:,err atter. both liked :toil :admired al first right
Si•
'u' hecnno• lite clay it lllc putter's �. t't:,• Primo., WalesI
- .31 . 1'.tu't;, 1:1 a 011031 hotel,.
.31.3 f, -;o.3, •:I ,,.rile a jedge of "Who at" IU, sir?" retactivl he.
'sy. 'le sl..': r;.'o1 s!,ecinlens of ;y, nn, the Reverend Dortor
our skull. 1,'.liti.4toh, Mrs, .Fitz- 13us1er of 11:,'! Souls•; t'hapul."
Herbert, who sit! enjoys his High -
Delighted
11>snr'ved Sir Percival.
:,css's favor, is mightily at odds with "Drlightad to make your xcquaint-
Sir Percival. Moreover, she was ''0''e' Doctor "
greatly pleased with the Rose poem
We want none of your slack."
you favored her with. I'll get her to growled the baronet's companion.
exert her influence with Wales. Egad "'Put!" said Sir Percival, 'get the
Mr. Moore, we'll do our best for you." tloy .h' ce his juke. Is Mr. Mourn at
"How ,can 1 thank you?" faltered home."
Moore, hope welling up in his heart
once more.
Brooking rose from his chair,
"You can repay me easily," he
answered, placing his hand upon his
protee's shoulder, "Marry sweet'
Mistress Bessie and then keep her
from Sir Percival. The I happiness
your wedded life should bring you
both will amply reward me for any
effort I may make in your behalf. If
the Prince permits me to dedicate
your book to him the publishers will
fight for the privilege of printing it
and your fortune is made, Tom
Moore,"
"But we have quarrelled," said
Moore, hopelessly.
"Capital!" cried his lordship. "No
woman tiffs with a man'to whom she
is indifferent It is the sex's sweet
perversity. Then, again, Tom Moore
famous, for you'll never be more than
'Tom' if success is yours—the public
loves a familiar diminutive, sir—will
be a different Moore from Thomas
Moore unknown."
"Ah, sir, you put new courage in
my heart," said Moore, catching the
young nobleman's infectious enthus-
iasm.
"I'll put money in your purse, which
is even better, lad," replied Brooking.
plunging his hand in his pocket, from
which he drew it forth filled with
•
coins of various denominations.
"Write me a sonnet to send to my
lady love."
'I'll do it gladly," said Moore, seat -
ting himself at the table and with
feverish haste drawing towards him
ten and paper. "Is the lady blonde
or brunette?"
Lord Brooking hesitated for a
moment.
"Curst if I know," thought he,
"since I have never laid eyes on her."
Then he continued, addressing
Moore:
"Brunette, dark hair and blue eyes.
Ind a devilishly sweet and misehiev-
r us mouth."
"Very well, sir," replied Moore,
dipping his pen in the ink.
"One second, Mr. Moore. Here are
five sovereigns in advance."
His lordship dropped the cuing up-
on the table as Moore looked up at
him, gratitude dumbing his tunguo
fei• the moment.
"Finish the verses in your le'!4ore,"
•lntinucd Brooking. "i am in nu
harry for them."
"God bless you, sir," stammered
)?gore, finding speech at last. "lou
have brought now lit, and hope to
me this day. I'll never forget your
generosity"
"Tut, tut," said his lordship, hastily.
"Never mind thanking me. if all
goes well you are to get married and
be happy if you wish to please me."
"I promise I'll do my best," replied
the poet, smiling more cheerfully
than in days.
"My hat and cloak, boy," said
Brooking. "I'11 off to Carlton /louse
where I am expected by Wales even
now,"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN ex 1n,satione,a tha WetithYlintlit
lir PerciIal Lovelace is Favored Dy
Fortune. • .
•
Moore lost no time before setting
out to make a little payment on ac-
count to all of his creditors residing
in the neighborhood; so Baster, left
to his own devices extended a broom-
stick towards Lord Castlereagh in a
manner tempting in the extreme. Be-
ing of a congenial and obliging dis-
position, the bulldog secured a firm
grip and then endeavored ta-'wrest it
from his master's grasp. A rough
and tumble tug-of-war ensued, the
finish being an aerial performance by
Lord Castlereagh( who made a flying
trip around Buster as that worthy
youth, exerting his muscle to the ut-
most, swung stick, dog and all in a
circle clear of the floor. Having ex-
hausted himself without accomplish-
ing the release of the stick from the
bulldog's jaws, Buster had a brilliant
inspiration and outraged precedent
by washing his face and hands, it be-
ing his custom to perforbi ablutions
only on arising in the mailing unless
detected and otherwise atimonidhed
by his toaster. Before he had finish-
ed drying himself a warning• growl
from his four -legged playfellow gave
notice that s,.:ue one was approach-
ing.
Buster opened the door in answer
10 a lou,! .n•-, ; and found himself
e(mfronteo 1,e :Wu c]cl.•anlly attired ,,.t, ••f •;rxdual bel n'ogress!c,• dr -
gentlemen lint ;v ''mere! tL, i
run111 t, his huspitab„- "Jelunrn', his innate relinem,.nt of
greetingtact' bel.;: at the present time slight.
"siul!n,” s.mi sirival, cnu11,. I; ,Ib ed and Mint!irapped by a
,•ym:: lins'er 1 ,. h •lass w'i; , or„a it.,, an:trrhisn, of select-ieu title
:.n antu"r,l n,t'c "W'.,, oro yuu°.' 1" y ,nib': inevitable chrrrfu!ne -- it,
lI,,t,r v. '43 ine(13 (!t 1�' of odor, and rather
s1(• t Ir mt.. r 1`• t t1'. 11.111: • 31/1(1. of sinel••' 'There I- ..
I,n 111 w:;; , . :a lho ':ate -1 fresbi,, t'ih:l, r''' v(u, 'Pensee."
( ... b.,.; I<„alc per- .i: 1: ., Ii.Ished wh!' 1,'1,°"s"1""1" (3
1'' >_•.;, (1 ,.)3.1 but un sant,. "1 '" '.�"''"''" 111 salaams , ane
Ln. 1, • i,,.. ,..I :, ,!„ .assure, t i ,!
. ,r. of f lahion him h
s,iuE. :h<' buy tea,; I,euni itss aspirations sct•iuus,3
o :•enuine'' .,tt,h!e and Rand-nxtu,,_ I'er,• I with by the limited intoe'•
h r.''d him by hi, patron. I• am --1
Thowisi0.- • _
aflh, rat srt e$uugh,to 1s
plash the wishini of other people,
replied Farrell, bitterly, "bit 1 car
not seem to 'materially advance ni
own fortunes."
"Yet, I see little reason 'for you
dissatisfaction. Finding' myself i
need of such a clever•brgin in l.oi
don I brought you here ostensibly t
read law. You have . the benefit u
rn' popularity in the social world
Surely fur a young and urlkly)wr
Irishman to be comparatively intim/its
-with the Prince's own set is a
honor? You don't know when yo
are well off, my young misunthrepe.
"That is ae it may be,"'sald Far
tell, not et all hnpreased by hi
patron's -eulogy of the advantage of
forded him by his present situation.
"But," said Sir Percival knowing-
ly, "think what an education for a
young and arnbitious beau a close
and personal study of George Brute
melt must of necessity be. By the
way he spoke very highly of yea et
Sum ltoyt'rs's house only y,stcr-
night."
Did he?" asked Farrell, eagerly.
"May I ask you to repeat his weld.;,
Sir Pgrrival?"
"T., he sure, my boy," said the
'der man. genisll':. "Let ale see.
If i resells -et corp ctly, hi- seaet
,arae, sere, 'Young Farrell poi.,,t.,,,•.,
great s1,rtorial possibilities now un a
is- ob8er'lfed Bir Percival,. p1eai ntlp
- ' puzzled,..
econl "I'% make my mealsing pl#11a, .sir.
Toni Were does not annoy you now.
i- Wait till he succeeds, if he ever does
y sl , before 'yuu publish that poem.
The time to spoil his career is when
r he has`- accomplished„ something • anti
71 is about to climb higher. lie is atarv-
r- ing here," .
'> "Stab Inc, if you are not right, Ter -
f ence," exclaimed the baronet, approv-
ingly, "F' -will keep this bit of humor
in reserve, and yuu shall be witness
• that I found it fresh from Moore's
n pen upon his table."
"Willingly," said Farrell. "Mean-
while, continue your pursuit of Mis-
tress Dyke:' Are you making pro-
gress there?"
"As yiet I've gained no ground at
all au far as I can see," replied Sir
Percival in a discontented tone. "Tru.;
1 have apparently won her trust and
friendship, but that is because my
u
e
"1 can hardly believe I ant the
same man, my lord," said Mbore. "You
'nave changed me completely, sir."
"Yeull hear from me soon, Tom,"
said Brooldng, hat in hand, as he
crossed to the door. "Be of good
cheer, my lad, for if Wales will have
none of it, I'll accept the dedication,
and I Batter myself that will be
enough to insure publication for you.
Good-bye for the present."
"Good-bye, my lord," answered
Moore, closing the floor behind his
benefactor with almost reverential
care.
"Mr. Moore," said Buster.
"Yes, my lad."
"Was that Lord Brooking?"
"Yes, Buster. Why do you ask ?"
"Coz Hi thought as 'ow he was a
bloomin' henget," said Buster.
"Ah, lad, Tm not aure that you ars
not right," answered Moore. and
there was no laughter in his voice.
nal be theugirt, however, ii,.,' ti1'
I'orriyal w':1(. nien,'zu'dly iti'l,o 11, 11
11.1•1/t „f F:1'rr']I, Di truth he was
far nIsre generous than ninety mn,
men out ,.f a hundred would hat:• b,•'•,
utile r 1 be same ,•ireumstanc,•; hal
it souk! hardly be expected tb:r. the
::Ilow:owe given even by a fr•.,..hand
patron to a clever protege would sof
lice to dethrone such an 'all-pewerfiul
nlonoreh of society as at this time
was Cror e Brownell, {, B mot !, familiarly
known in the circle he graced as the
Beau. Nevertheless the handsome
face and tasteful costumes of the
young Irishman had begun W attract
No, sir," replied Buster, giving a some little attention in London so -
Lard look at Farrell, for Sir Percival's cietyl a circumstance that filled hi,,
companion was none other. "'E's heart with more than ordinary sat -
never 'ono- at such times, air." isfaction, for Farrell was clear -head -
"What times?" demanded Farrell, ed enough to see that the vogue of
gruffly. Bailin -nen, who was almost as re -
"Titles ween 'ec i bout," replied nowned for vat and impertinent
the boy, delighted at having entrapped frankness as for Bress, even in his
the object of his dislike, for he was association with Royalty itself, must
as much displeased with the young sooner or later come to an end when
man as he 'was favorably impressed by some characteristically insolent
with his more amiable companian. jest he should lose the favor of the
Sir Percival laughed gently at his Prince of Wales, now his close friend
companion's discomfiture.. and patron. Some years later this
"1 am an old friend of Mr. Moore.," very disaster apprehended by Farrell
he said to Buster. "May 1 wait till occurred, and when the impoverished
he returns?" and heartbroken Brummell was starv-
"Yessir," replied Buster. "You Call ing in a mean garret in Calais. it was
make yourself comfortible in my the brilliant young Irishman, his pre-
habsence. I ham about to give his tensions now supported by the vast
lordship a breather." wealth of the ugly old widow whom
"His lordship?" echoed Sir Per- he had meanwhile married, Who reign-',
civil. "May I ask whom you so dee- ed as first fop and dandy of the
ignate?" United Kingdom, until the summer
"Certainly. Come 'ere, Pupsy." Sunday morning came on which he
The bulldog gambolled across the went bravely to his death for slap -
room to the bey, and standing up on ping the face of Sir Dudley Brilbanke,
his hind legs playfully attempted to who had made a slighting remark on
bite off one of his trouser- buttons. beaus in general and Brummcll in
"Sich manners, hand hin front o' 'Particular, which the successor to the
comp'ny too," said Buster, chidingly. unfortunate man then in exile felt
"Down, sir. Hallow me to hintroduce bound to resent.
Lord Castlereagh, the champeen fight- In the meantime Sir Percival had
er of the neighborhood. Say 'ow-dy- been poking about on the table which
do. Pupsy," was still littered with the manuscripts
Lord Castlereagh obediently threw thrown upon it during Moore's inter -
up his great head and barked cheer- view with Lord Brooking.
fully in welcome. This done, he sat "To Bessie!" murmured the baronet
down on his haunches and extended in an amused tone. "Our rhymer
his paw, which the baronet shook wastes a vast number of sheets in
heartily. that young lady's name,—'The Meet -
"Who named the dog?" demanded ing of the Waters,' 'She is Far from
Sir Percival, helping himself to a the Land,' 'Oft in the Stilly Night,'
sent on the stool nearest him. 'Love's 'Young Dream.' Will these
"1 haskecl Mr. Moore to suggest a 7000 see print, I wonder
suitable eognomy, hand that's wot 'ee "Ort that P11 stake my life, Sir
chose. 'Ee hallows has 'ow hit was Percival,"esponded Farrell, "Though
wonderously happropriate, sir." I dislike Toni Moore with all nay
"1 quite agree with your master," heart, 1 know he i� a genius in his
replied the baronet. "You said you line. If he will only keep his courage
w'al'e going out. Pray do not me de- in the face of disappointment there
tail, yon.^ is no man who will achieve more
"Hall right, sir," said Buster, tak-
ing his c'ap from its nail behind the
door, "'Mr. Moore will return from
drive in 'Hale Pork in 'arf an hour,
Hi won't be very long. Come hon,
Popsy."
opening the door he hurried along
:he /VIII and down the stairs ,,With
i.ord ('astleistm:11 yelping delightedly
in headlong p' rsuit as Sir Percival
rose from his seat and strolled care-
lesly around the alae, humming soft-
ly to himself as he prosecuted his
investigation. Meanwhile Farrell,
sealed in Moore's arm -chair, preserv-
ed a gloomy silence,
"So," said the baronet, disdainfully,
"lhis is the abode of genius? Upon
my word, ns bore and unattractive a
kennel as i have ever explored."
"You dragged me here against my
drill, Sir Percival," responded Farrell,
uneasily. "When you have satisfied
your curiosity let us g'o. I have no
wish to encounter Moore."
"Tut," said Sir Percival, reproving-
ly, "there is no necessity for our
haste, we saw the worthy gentleman
leave here, Terence. Walking at the
rate at which he started he must be
half way to Pall Mall by thin time."
"If he does not turn back," objected
Farrell. "You can't be sure how long
he intended to continue in that direc-
tion, Sir Percitial,"
"That can hardly be considered as
a disadvantage," responded the bar-
onet., airily, 'since it adds a pleasant
tinge of risk to our adventure which
otherwise (mold not be termed haz-
ardous, though what difference dis-
covery would make I really fail to
see."
"That is all very well for you,"
said Farrell, crossly, "but 1 want no
more such beatings as lie gave me in
Ireland. I was in bed a week."
"You were suitably recompensed
for your discomfort, Terence. Thanks
to you, Bessie and her father accepted
my proposition to come to London.
turning a deaf ear to the impassioned
011CCea,; 111 the writing of verses, I feel
c•crtain."
`Dear nut,'• said Sir Percival, tak-
ing snuff, "if such is really the. truth,
i')) have to interest myself in his
affairs again. Hullo, what is this?"
As he spoke, the baronet drew from
the heap of nmmtscript$ lh0 verses
satirizing. the Prince of Wales written
and left in Moore's keridng by Mr.
Dyke, whir!: the pool had aeeieb'lltafly
Taken from the drawer when he flung
his armful of rejected poems on the
table before Lord Pronkinc.
Sir Pereira) scanned the verses,
his dubious expression changing to
one of great delight. as he read on,
until he finished he laughed aloud.
"What is it pleases you, Sir Per-
cival?"
"Egad, Terence. I've happened on
a treasure. A satire on the Prince.
Gad, he cooks Wales to a cinder.
Listen, Terence.
'"THF. BRAiN OF' ROYALTY.
"1t is of scraps and fragments built,
Borrowed alike from Fonts and Wits
Him mind is like a patchwork quilt
Made up of motley, cast-off bits.
Poor Prince! And how else could it
be,
His motions all at random caught,
His mind a mental fricassee
Made up of odds and ends of
thought.'
"And so on for several more verses,
The Regent hasn't had such a toast-
ing in many a day. I swear I'll have
this published immediately."
"Ah," Bait' ?'arrell, "and why, sir?"
"'Till ruin Moore," replied the
haronet, regarding the nlher in sur-
prise.
Farrell surveyed the attic with a
contemptuous stare before answering.
"Surely, Sir Percival, this shabby
hole is not indicative of either'success
or affluence," acid he slowly. "One
does not dig into the earth to crush
a worm under foot"
"You speak in riddles, Terence,"
behaviour has been above criticism,
N', young curate could be more cir-
cumspect and exemplary than I have
been. To tell the truth, Terence, I
am cursed weary of being respect-
able."
"1 can understand how irksotne
such restraint must be to you, Sir
I'erctvel," said l"arrell, carelessly,
"but you must play your own hand.
I hav' helped you all 1 can in the
. ieuring of cards. 131y trick in the
school house ruined Moore in the
girl's estinmtiunhn< clearing the
way for your appro:acu."
"Quite s, " observed Sir Percival,
sordially, •'amd rine' lie is powerless
to thwart m,' 1 can take my own
l ince about the chase "
"lila .,ling: ,f
„aid, l', I!, risen • t his feet "we
litigi.r here If t• 1 1.331,' r•. 1%311W,
lot
T. „ • -, i the 6. u•„nee,
disau, r,t1•Iglt, '•I 1ortous you
A'1( this e v,' 13ter nr op,rled the
,lot• 3311.), -1'.'!111 .stn tate room. gave
cxelam:,li r, 3' snrpris, ;ts ly/• re
n,gnized hi= yl<i•„rs r:
1 lire,” sad Sir
Percival. gently. "Sir, We have heel:
waiting f,,p
"What d" y„" want. here, Sir Per
civil?" ;V.001 grt.l";,
glaring at Farrell, w:1" .3'1(- 1111111..,.:1-
ly ill at ea1'.
"I though: 1',1 look you up fur old
times' sake," replied the haron,t, a
sneer brea:h,:ig through his senile for
once. "Mr. Farrell carne at my re-
quest."
Muer' stepped to the door and
opened it.
"Then he will leave at mine." he
said, sharply, "Get along, Terence,
before 1 do you an injury."
Farrell did not hesitate. Waving
his hat in farewell to Sir Percival, he
walked quickly out of the attic and
started downstairs 814 Moore slammed
the doer loudly after him.
Sir Percival laughed good natured-
ly, and ruse to his feet as Moore re-
turned from the doorway.
"1 called, Mr. Moore, to say that
it has reached my ears that you are
in want. Is this true?"
"i would want a long time before
I would ask you for anything but
your absence," replied Moore, hot-
ly.
"If you desire to return to Ireland,
i will be pleased to pay your way,"
continued the baronet, suavely,
"If you will go to the devil I will
be pleased to assist in your departure,
Sir Percival. Hurry, or I may do it
now."
"You are not polite, sir."
"My politeness would be wasted up -
,m such as you." answered Moore.
"That is a point that might be
argued," observed Sir Percival in his
most genial manner. "Am I to re-
gard your answer as final, Mr.
Moore, "
"Quite final. Now he so kind as
to go."
"If you desire it, with pleasure."
Moore opened the door that Sir
Percival might pass out and found
'himself face to face with Bessie Dyke,
who had paused on the threshold
preparatory to knocking.
"You, Bessie?" he stammeral, for
the moment completely confused.
Bessie was not at all embarrassed 1
until, on entering her eye fell on Sir
Percival. Then she blushed slightly,
hut after a momentary hesitation
turned to Moore and said:
"I thought my father was here, or
1 should not have ventured up."
"31e was here a while ago and 1
specs him to return any moment,'
answered Moore, cagily taking his .
cue from ,13essie,
"A note came to the house for hint
maned 'Immediate,'" continued th"
girl, fibbing adroitly, "so I thought 1
nas no equal for quality and f 'vou
0 you have not tried Salads, send us a poet�i
free le stating the price you now pay a
use Mack, Green or A3ized Tea. Address
OaladayGpr
best to follow him here."
"Won't you wait for him?" asks
rd -tire, pushing forward the arm
chair.
• "1 fteney." said Sir Percival, "I
lancy Mistress Dyke will not cart to
remain here since her father is ab
sent."
• "Why not?" demanded Moore
angrily.
"Phis is scarcely the place nor the
I c. ,,.t,::y • u lady' to rcnmi ir' te-
. plied the baronet.
I "When you go, Sit I'.•reirtl " said
Moore, more calmly, "t4.• only ubjer-
Bonab!e feature will be r'n.oved,"
;it Percival did u d'-Igh to reply
to this rudeness, but stepping toward--
1
oward-
1 the girl, extended his aria in mute in-
vit,dion Mist ITS` 110k,•, h,wev,a-, had
Plans , f her own and was, not to he
:hos heel away.
"1 (hank you, Sir Percival," said
I .111(11 wair for my father.•.
tin' 1'cn i nal raised los eyebrow,
disapprovingly but Vias 17,0 wise l"
insist further, so took 1is dep:u'lur'e
v.,:11 a courtly' bore to the girl, and a
r"ir.(• rode for 11,',n•e, u'hu, quit:
unrnfll,,,l, lighted :m extra pair or
.. 1' :n li,.nor of his ci'=ilor'.
,10 the sound of lar baronet's steps
died away in the hall Bessie gave a
sigh of relief and sank down in the
chair. M,,or' hesitated, then taking
courage came to her side.
"Ah, Bessie," he said, softly. "I've
been starving for a sight of you. It
is like the old times to gee you again."
"But," said the girl in a chilly tone.
"the old times are passed and done
with. Nothing is as it was."
"You are wrong, Bessie," said
Moore, gently. "My heart is the
same,"
Bessie rose from the chair and drew
her shawl closer about her shoulders.
"Then it belongs to Winnie Farrell,"
she said Os a determined tone.
Moore winced as though he had re-
ceived a blow. Neverthg4ess his voice
was clear and unfaltering as he
answered:
"Winnie Farrell is married to the
man of her choice. Surely there is
no need to throw her name in my
face when I tell you that I love you?"
"You told Winnie the same thing,"
said Bessie, coldly.
Moore gave an exclamation of pain.
"1ve explained that misunderstand-
ing a score of times," he said, bitter-
ly. "They tricked me that you might
think ole unworthy of your trust and
so be persuaded to come to London.
Like a fool I walked into the trap
and yuu believed me faithless. On
my honor, you wronged me, dearest.
I've loved but you Bessie; you are all
in all to me, mavourneen. Won't you
--can't you—believe me?"
Bessie's lips trensbled as she avert-
ed her face, but her voice showed no
signs of relenting as she answered:
"Whether you love me or not
platters very little to mc, Mr. Moore."
"The applause at Drury Lane has
changed you, Bessie. You are like
all the others; one glimpse of the foot-
lights and the rest of the world may
go hang.»
"Nonsense!" said the girl. "I don't
care a snap of my fingers for the
theatre. I was never intended to be
an actress."
"I know," assented the poet, "you
were meant to be Mrs. Moore, dar-
il1g,"
I think you are quite mistaken,
alY,rr
‘'How cold you are to rte," cried
Moore in despair. "Is it because—?
No, I can't believe that. Bessie, you
don't care for Sir Percival?"
"Really, Mr. Moore, I cannot dis-
'nss my pr1vate affairs. with you,
raid Bessie in a vnie„ so cold and
coital that Moore abandoned all hope
if moving her.
asked deiiant.ly, ''why
(1401' you 10(110 here""
Bessie turned to him with a Stile
d
sobbing sigh of relief. She bad p�ll -
ed her part well and kept opa,the
artifice. to the last mbn}ent
by the object which she bad '
-, to ac•te
rnn
Iia
h'but
the task
4&- ben
more difficult that
she had ,eXpected.
"Why?" she cried, her voice thrill-
, ing with love and happiness: ,"To
tell you that you need battle .with
poverty nu lunger, Tom 'Moore. 'Yoh
have won, Tum, yuu have won. Fain,
fortune --all that you have dreamed of
and fought for so long—so patiently •
:,rd courageously—shall be yours. 1
bring you a message from the Prinde
of Wales."
"Front the Prince?" gasped
91a•r0
"•Yes, 'Tun. 11' accepts the dedi- .
1•lti': or your bank. Lard Brooking
+ee.t rue to tc11 yuu the news."
"Yon wean i1, Bessie?" cried the
1 ,'f-f•antie purl, a5 the door was sent
1 ,1 .unn0
back by the entrane'e of
Lord Brooking v-ith Blister and the
1:,1)/I' I1e,l at his heels.
••I� rd llrookme is it :rue?"
"The Princo deedless himself bon -
et •d by the dedieatien," replied his
terdship triumph:,ntly. "McDernot
1311lishes your book in a week."
Moore gave 0 choking sob of joy
• , he groped ho way toward his
benfacu>r,
"•eft last!" he whispered, "at 'last!"
and buried his face on his lordship's
sturdy shoulder, his eyes full of glad
tears.
There, there, Toni," said the young
nobleman. "It is quite true. Your
luck has finally changed. There shall
be no more striving and starving for
you, my good lad. Your fortune is
made."
"Ah," cried Moore, turning to where
Bessie stood, her hands tightly clasp-
ed and her face radiant with gladness
as she watched her lover's realization
of the truth. "You hear, Bessie?
It's success. girl, it's fortune and re-
nown. Aye!, fortune, Bessie. Now
you will marry me?"
The -girl turned white with anger
and shame. Moore had made a fatal
choice of the words with which he re -
declared his love, never thinking his
meaning could be misunderstood.
"Toni," said Lord Brooking, warn-
ingly, but Bessie interrupted him be-
fore he could put things right.
"How dare you?" she cried, her
cheeks suddenly flaming as she faced
the luckless poet.
"Bessie?" cried Moore appealingly,
seeing his error too late.
"How dare you?" she repeated, her
voice quivering as she stamped her
foot in her anger. "Fortune! You
hurl the word in my face as though
I were to be bought by wealth. Do
you think because prosperity has come
1 must of necessity change my an-
swer? You believe you could bribe
me to say 'Yes' with your success.
Oh, how could you, Tom Moore?"
"No, no, Bessie," cried the poet,
"you know I did not think that,"
"Hush, sir," she answered, moving
towards the door witlidowncast eyes.
"I beg of you to listen to me, Bessie.
You know --you must know—I could
not think what you fear?"
"Let me go, sir. Lord Brooking, I
appeal to you." •
His lordship touched Moore on the
shoulder as the poet sought to pre-
vent the departure of the enraged girL
"Some other time. Tom. Words
can do no good now," he said, softly.
Moore withdrew his hand from
Bessie's arm and she opened the door
014 he stepped back.
"Have you nothing to say to me?"
he murmured, hoarsely, as she turn- •
ed on the, threshold.
"Yes." she answered. "I hate you,
1 Mite vee," and dosed the door.
(Continued nest week,)
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