The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1846-08-15

VIII come al last, ana lnen MS money DsBs
will have to sweat. promise you
THE first thing Ishsll do will be TO cu'
down those big trees and have all this grea'
useless green spo, planted with potatoes
'You may do wha, you've mind TO with
this place. I'm content with The house in
the city, and then we'll see who'll have a
fas, irolier ,ha,'I beat Joe Staples
Have you seen Black Charley, Uncle
Jonas thinks so much of said Jem, knocks
ing The ashes from his cigar. 'S'pose we
70 and take look at him. He's fiery
fellow, and its q chance he don. break his
masters neck. We should break or hearts
a, such distressing event. shouldn't we,
IJoe''
I'VE should be plunged into the depths
of afllicton, answered Joe in tone Of
mock soIemnily,--and lighting fresh ci-
gar Uncle Jonas hopeful heirs took ,heiI
way TO the sable.
We'll, WELL said Uncle Jonas, ,hrowing
himself back with deep sigh into his eOs,
chair. 80 the uugrateful boys already
wish would break my neck, -humph'
drown myself in the Willow Pond nd-humph!
SO they think am as tough as plne-wire!
Aye, aye! They shall find am tougher
than they expect. They shall find !he,
have missed figure in their calculations
,ba empty. headed, false-bearIed varIes
They my heirs! We shall see, we shall
see!' And Uncle Jonas rose up so tall and
eject and energelic,you would have though
him ten years younger than when he sa'
down.
About i've miles from where Uncle Ionas
lived. away up cool green lane, was {"
small black cottage with slopIng roof tina
ran down so far behind that it almost resle,
on ,he green bank around the house. !
was an humble. rural abode as you wouc
like TO see in riding through the country
and there would have been nothing aurac-
i've about it, if il had not been overhung b!
an immense elm tree, which cast lis CRATE
fol shadow far and wide before the coNag'
door. An was very still around this lOw'!
dwelling. The murmur Of the bright little
brook, ,hat went dancing and sparkling O
yer the stones, was mingled with the low
mum Of busy wheel, beside which sat :
blooming young girl of twenty-five or 'hrs'
summers. She was neatly alfred in I
short white gown, and black skirt, from.
beneath which peeped well shaped foot
clad in snow white hose. Pretty Mary
Miller was wont 10 sing rs she pied her
wheel. 5u, to-day her sweet voice was ST.
lent, and now and then bright lear g'Is-
,ened on her eyelid Mary had seen so1-
rowlu days since the death of her father
and now as their llt,le property diminished
rapidly she dreaded lest she should be ObIi-
ged TO leave her poor mother, and her hum
bic bu, happy home, and seek her fortune
IN the wide world. So while her hands
wrough, mechanically al their task, he'
mind was busy shaping out future scenes
Suddenly the rapid tread Of horses foot
aroused her, and looking up she behe'd
fine looking man, mounted on proud oIscF
steed, refining up before her.
Mary sprung from her wheel, and has
Ionod ,o welcomp her old friend Uncle 10
mas. Good Mt Staples! who had been
lCriend to them in all their trials. He wa
IaIways welcome. Uncle Jonas decllne
en,erng the cottage, so Mary brought GU
lsnoiher chair. and bowl of her riches
lmilk, for her visitor, and her dark eye
sparkled with pleasure as her benevoleT
ICrieud leceived it with a smile and kin
thanks.
After few enquiries about her mo'he
r and how things were going on, mace
. rather an absent manner TO be sure, Uncl
dlJonas moved his chair nearer Mary, an
with the air of a man who has made up h
mind, he took her hand in his, and said slO
Ia ply and candldy,-
d My dear Mary, am DID, and you
~ lyoung, and tho world might perchsn
laugh at what am going to say, but y
n are a sensible girl. and will view II ratio
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