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'he still, amused himself by dealing now
1 He was a widow 61, with an only daugh-
' had not met the man whom she cared to
l f marry, and, at her urgent desire, her
- locked up her heart and throwu away
. .» the key.
THE EVE
WlTH His CONSENT.
Alpheus Monrough had made his pile
as a speculator, principally in rails, but
and again to the extent of $1,000,000 or
so, although for general business he
had practically retired from ’change.
ter, Miss Phyllis Monrough, aged 20—-
a fine, handsome blonde, who had taken
up the study of science. .
Phyllis had, of course, heaps of of-
fers, eligible and otherwise, but she
father had sent her to Harvard to en-
able her to pursue her studies.
She went to the university with a
In fact, as she herself put it, she had
But we are told that “love laughs at
locksmiths,’ ’and, in confirmation there-
of, she had not been long at Harvard
when she found herself head over ears
in love with George Stanislaus Rocker-
ton, who VV as studying law there.
Young Rockerton came from a. good
family, was rich, good- looking, and in
may way eligible; but when Phyills
wrote to herpapa informing him of her
tender passion and asking his consent
to her- engagement, she receiV ed a tele-'
gram (he was so urgent that he would
not wait for the post to carry his re-
fusal):
“No. Come home at once.’
Phyllis had so rarely been denied
anything that she VV as angry, aston-
ished, dumfounded, broken-hearted all
at once. No mere words can accurate-
ly describe her feelings. However,
there was no help for it. She must
obey. And so, after an interV iew with
her 10V or, in which they Vowed eternal
attachment, she. precipitately threw up
her studies and her newly-found hopes
of bliss and returned to New York.
Her father received her kindly, but
with a firm-set countenance, which she
knew from her observations of his deal-
ings VVith othe1s indicated that his
mind VV as made up, and that nothing ,
could alter it. .
She, of course, burst into tears to
begin with. but it made no visible ef—
fect on her parent.
“My dear Phyllis,” he said, “you can-
not imagine how it pains me to be
obliged to run counter toyour desire,
but when I have explained matters to
you, I hope you will agree with me and 1.1
giVe up the idea of n1a11ying this y oung i
Ilockerton. ‘
“When I was a lad, my father had a
farm out west, the adjoining farm to
which belonged to Ralph Rockerton,
the grandfather of the young man you
have met.
“I need not go into details; it will
suffice for you to know that my father
and old Rockerton had a bitter quarrel,
and that a feud arose between the two
families which can never be healed.
"But, papa.” urged Phyllis, “it is a
very long time ago, and I don’t think
that a quarrel between my grandfa-
ther and his grandfather should be
any reason why Geo—I mean Mr.
Rockerton—should not be a good hus-
band to me. He is rich. I’ve always
done as you’ve wished, and now, when
I feel that my life’s happiness is at
stake, you make this stupid objec-
tion.” 1
She sobbed afresh, but her tears were
thrown away 011 her obdurate parent,
so she tried to cross-examine him on
the subject of the quarrel.
“It must have been a. very dreadful
quarrel, papa, for you to harbor re-'
venge all these years. Tell me more
about it. If my life is to be blighted,”
she said, sighing deeply, “I should like
to know w hy."
Mr. Monrough felt himself getting
into a corner with his daughter’s wiles
and tears, and he got a bit angiy.
“1t w as about a stream, my dear,
which ran between the two estates.
Old Rockerton insisted that the water
was all on his land, whereas it was the
boundary, and we had the right on one
side of the stream and he on the other.
But it. 'really-distresses me to think
about that dreadful time, when for two
whole years I walked about with my
life in my hand, so to speak. I beg you
will say no more on the subject.”
“Well, just one question, papa,”
asked Phyllis, with an eye to future
contingencies. “Was anyone killed ?”
“No. No one was killed,” answered
Mr. Monrough; “but your grandfa-
ther was shot in the arm, and I can
never forgive them—never—never!”
- 11.
It soon became evident to Mr. Mon—
rdfigh that Phyllis was really fretting
and making herself ill about “that con-
founded fellow Rockerton,” as he said
to himself. He was a. man of action,
and determined to give her a thorough
change.
“Phyllis, my girl,” he said the next
morning at breakfast, “how would you
like to go to England for a bit?”
“011, papa l” she exclaimed, with the
most brilliant look 011 her face that he
had seen there for along time. “That
would be delightful. You know I’ve
always wanted to go across and see the
old world. But can you spare the
time?”
“Well, no, my girl, I can’t just now,”
he replied. “I am obliged to remain»
here for a time, as I have a speculation
on which requires my presence on the
spot, but Mrs. Laking is going over by
the next Cunarder and she would chap-
eron you to your uncle’s in Manchester,
where you could stay and amuse your-
self till I arrived,which probablywould
be in about three months. ”
So it wawettled, and the following
week Phyllis. having first informed
young Rockerton, with whom she kept,
up a secret correspondence, of her de-
parture and her destination, stepped on
board the mail steamship under the
ca re of her lady friend and in due course
arrived at her uncle’s in Manchester. . '
She was warmly received by her Eng-
glish relatives. Thomas Spander, her,
late mother’s brother, had a large busi- _
Chester, and resided at Birkdale, going
backward and forward to his business,
so that she had the benefit of the sea.
air. What with that and her voyage
over and her new surroundings she i 1
a very short time resumed her old
healthy look;. “she seemed to have em
tirely forgotten her love affair.”
She also, of course, frequently wrote.
to her father. In one of her letters she
said:
“I am aw fully comfortable here.
EV erybody seems to do everything pos-
sible to make me happy. Uncle Thomas’
son George is at home from the univer.
sity, where he is studying for the
church. He seems a very nice young
man, not at all solemn, as one would
think, and he plays tennis lovely. He
returns to Cambridge to—morrow.”
“Um!” reflected old Monrough, as he
read the letter. “That’s more like it,
now! But I’d rather she didn’t marry
aparson. Still, if they knock their
heads together, I won’t stand in the
way. I’ll give her plenty of money,
and” (he 'had rather vague ideas of
church matters) “it’ll get him a dean-
ery or a bishopric, or something.”
Phyllis had been in England for two
months, and eV erything had settled
down quietly, when Mr. Monrough was
' electrified one morning to receive a
cablegram from her:
George has come all the way from Cam-
b1 idge Wants to marry me immediately.
Do consent and make me happy.
PHYLL Is
“Well! this beats cock fighting!”
murmured Mr. Monrough, as he stared
at the message. “He must have fallen
very deeply in love with her, indeed.
Oh, I consent. But how about the set-
tlement? I suppose that Tom Spander
reckons on my doing what is right, and
so I will. I wish I could get‘over, but
I’m stuck fastwith that confounded
Ispeculation for another month. .It-
might lose me a. million if I left it, and
I can’t afford that. Well, here goes!”
And he sent this reply telegram:
Don’t understand the hurry, but’I con-
sent. Am very'pleased. W'ish every hap-
piness. Cannot leave here for a month.
Tell uncle I will arrange handsomely.
MONROUGH
III.
Ten days after this message, on the
morning of the arrival of the Cunard
steamship at New York, Mr. Monrough
was sitting in his private office when
the door opened and in walked his
daughter, leaning on the. arm of :1,
very well-set—up young man— of course,
her husband.
The old man jumped up. ‘
“VV'ell, this is a surprise!” he shout-
ed. “What on earth made you in such
a hurry to get married? Ah! well, I
was young myself once, and I know
when I fell in iOVe with your mother 1
was in a deuce of a. hurry to get mar-
riec.
“Oh, papa!" murmured Phyllis, as
she threw her arms around his neck
and kissed him. “It was so kind of
you to give your consent. I am so
happy. I thought you would, though
when you knew what along way George
had come to seek me!”
"Oh, well, I guess it’s not. such a very
long way, after all,” replied her father.
“England’s only a little place altogeth-
er, you know." ,
“VV ell, ” said George, “that’s true, but
it’s nigh upon 1,000 miles before yous 'ret
thexe.”
“VV‘ ell, George, my boy,” he said, as
he shook his hand in a hearty grip,
“I’m truly glad to have you for a son~
in-law. And how’s yOur father?”
“My father. "” echoed Geo1ge. “He’s
been dead this ten years or more.’
“W hat does all this mean. 9” cried Mr.
\Ioni ongh, in amazement. “Am I
mad, or what is it? You have just left
your father, my brother—in-law, Tom
Spander, in England, haven’t you ‘3”
Phyllis threw up her arms and, with
a wild shriek, fell down 011 the thickest
part of the soft fur rug that lay before
the fireplace, in what appeared to be a
dead faint.
“My name is not Spender,” said
George, hurriedly, as he rubbed his
head with one 'hand and supported
Phyllis withhis disengaged arm. “My
name’s Rockerton, and I went all the
way from Harvard university in Cam-
bridge, Mass, to England to secure
your daughter.”
The pen refuses to record Mr. Mon-
rough’s forcible language when he was
thus suddenly made acquainted with
the fact that he had given his consent
to his daughter’s marriage with the son
of the family to which he had sworn
' deadly hatred, and the very man he had
before refused, while all the time he
had thought Phyllis was marrying
George Spender. his brother—in-law‘s
son.
For about five minutes the place
would hardlyhold him, and his anger
was such that he took no means to re-
store his daughter, leaving her new-
found husband to “bring her round”
as best. he could.
However, by the time he had roared
himself'out of breath he saw the futil-
ity of his further opposition and re-
sentment, arid. like the good business
man that he was, he veered round and
met the wind as it blew.
“Well! well!” he said, “I’ve been
done, but what’s done can’t be helped.”
He then turned to assist. Phyllis, but
by a strange coincidence that young
lady had just come to, and in a burst of
hysterical tears, begged forgiveness for
the little misunderstanding.
“I forgive you, you little witch,” her
father cried. “But I have my sus-
picions about the misunderstanding.”
And Mr. Monrough has never been
able to decide in his own mind whether
it was. accidental or of malice prepense
on Phy-llis’ part that the misunder-
standing occurred. He has on several
occasions tackled his daughter on the
subject, but she has always managed
most skillfully to evade the question,
and as she and her husband are the
happiest couple imaginable, and
“George is not such a. bad chap after
all," Mr. Monrough has long since
ceased to inquire into it and has also,
of course, buried the hatchet with the
Rockerton family. ~Tit—Bits.
ING
oil
ness in the cotton spinning trade in Man- '
Liabilities . .
OF NEW YORK.
RICHARD A". McCURDY President.
men for eYeai ’ ingllee. 31.1895.
$221,213,721 33
194,347,157 58
$26,866,563 75
$48,597.430 51 j
$23,126,728 45'
Assets. . . . " .
Surplus '. . - ’.
Totallncome . .
Total Paid Policyholfiders in 1895,
Insurance and Annuities in force, $899 074,453 78
Net gain'in 1895, $6], 647, 645 36
NOTE-Insurance merely written is discarded from this Statement as wholl i
actually issued- and paid tcir in cash Is included. v m Sleadmg' and only insurance
I have carefully examined the foregoing Statement and find the same to. be correct.
CHARLES A. PRELLER, Auditor.
From the Surplus a dividend will be apportioned as unual.
Report of the Examining Committee.
Officecf the Mutual lite Insurance Cimuauy of New York,
February 11,1896.
At a meeting of the Board of Trustees of this Company, held on the 18!: h day of .
December last, theundersigned were appointed a. Committee to examine the annual
Statement for the year ending December 3lst, 1895, and to verify the same by com- ,
parison with the assets of the Company
The Committee have carefully performed the duty assigned to them, and hereby
certify that the Statement is in all particulars correct and that the assets specified
therein are in possession of the Company.
In making this certificate the Committee bear testimony to the high character of
the investments of the Company and. express their approval of the systi 1n, order and
accuracy with which the accounts and vouchers have been kept, and the business in
general transacted.
I ”H. C. Von Post, .
(.harles It. Henderson.
James C. Holden,
Robert \_ lyphant,
V’\ m P. 1 Iron,
Committee
J. H. Herrick. ~
ROBERT A.‘GRANNIS, Vice-President.
WALTER R. GILLETTE, General Manager.
' ISAAC F. LLOYD, Second Vice-President, HENRY E. DUNCAN. Jr., Cor. Eecy.
WILLIAM J. EASTON, Secretary, ALBERT KLAMROTH, Asst. Secy.
. , FREDERIC CROMWELL, Treasurer. ,
IOHN A. FONDA, Assistant Treasurer. JAMES TIMPSON, 2d Asst. Trees
WILLIAM F. SANDS. Cashier ' ,; EDWARD P. HOLDEN, Asst. Cashier
EMORY MOCLINTOCK LL.D., F. I. A., Actuary.
JOHN TATLOCK, JB., Asst. Actuary. WM. W. RICHARDS, Comptroller.
CHARLES A. PRELLER, Auditor, , ,7 'HENRY S. BROWN, Asst. Comp.
JOHN C. ELLIOTT, Superintendent of Domestic Agencies,
EDWARD LYMAN SHORT, Gen. Solicitor.
'MEDIOAL Drascroas ,
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mom W.N1olons.
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Local Agent.
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