Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1850-11-30
'I'm IN love with her," said the unhap-

ant.
at wont do, my boy" said Griffin, sha-
king his grim locks. ''No man on salary
shall marry my daughter. Why she's the
finest girl in Boston; and it takes capital
to marry "a fine girl. When you have
thirty thousand dollars TO begin with, you
may come and talk to me-"
Bittles disappeared. Six months after
that, Miss Mary Griffin received letter
with an endorsement of Uncle Sam, ac-
nowedging the receipt of forty cents. 1t
ran thus:
SAN FRANCISCO, 1S49.
"Dearest Mary: Enclosed you will find
a specimen of California gold, which please
hand your father and obige. Have to ad-
wise you of my return to Boston. Please
inform your father that / have made fifty
thousand dollars at the mines, and shall
(wind and weather permitting) soon call
upon him to talk over that matter and ar
range terms of partnership. Yours TO COM
mand. SAMPSON BIrTLEs.
Mary, as in duty bound, handed the
epistle to her father, who was overjoyed.
Some weeks elapsed and the return of
the steamer in New York was telegraphed.
Griffin was on the gui riUe TO see his future
Son-n-aw.
On the day of his expected arrival, he
met Californian who came home in the
same ship.
"Where's Bittles!" ?" he inquired.
"Oh ho" you'll see him before great
while," replied the Californian.
"Has he been lucky?"
ayes, fifty thousand at the lowest figure.
But he's going to try game over you.-
He means to tell you that he has been rob-
bed of all his gold on bis way home, TO see
if you have any generosity and disnterest-
edneSs-to see whether you'd give your
daughter TO him, gold, or no gold! !"
"Sly boy" chuckled old Griffin. "lm
much obliged to you for hint. I'll act
accordingly. Good morning"
Now it happened the Californian was
good friend of Bttles, and that the story
Of Bittles' fortune was absolutely true, he
having been robbed of every ounce of his
hard earGed gold dust on his way home
So it may be supposed he called on Griffin
with very lugubrious and woe-begone air.
"My dear boy" said Uncle Bill, ''l'm
delighted to see you, and pleased to hear of
your luck. / welcome you, as my son-in
law. But what the deuce is the matter
with you?"
"Alas sir !" said Bittles. 81 made fifty
thousand dollars at the mines"
every hard luck !" interrupted the old
gentleman, chuckling.
| pou I Of
every ounce; and now how can l claim
your daughters hand !"
"Sampson BitIes," SAID Uncle Bill, ve-
ry cunningly, "if you haven't got fifty
thousand dollars, you deserve to have it !;
you've worked hard enough to get it. You
shall have my daughter, and the marriage
shall be celebrated tomorrow night. In
antici patton of your return, have had you
published. And while you're talking with
Mary, l'll draw check for $4,000, so
that you may go into partnership with a
sufficient capital"
''But, sir, Pm beggar."
$50 much the better. You'll work hard
er to increase your fortune"
"My dear sir, how can thank you."
"By making my girl good husband
There, go, 90, and tell Mary the news"
Brttles did tell her the news, and they
were married. He went into business or
the fifty thousand furnished him by his ia
ther-in-law, and was so very prosperous
that Uncle Bill was more convinced thar
; ever that the story was regular Munchau
sen. Once or twice he tried to report it
but the old gentleman always cut it shor
with:
81 know all about it. Had it put in tn,
papers too, eh. Oh, it was terrible af
fair
Lost your ALL Poor fellow! Well
made it up to you, and now ] wont hea
o another word about it."
! When Uncle Bill departed this life, hi
. immense property was found to be equal
q divided between his daughter and son-in
= law the testator bequeathed to the latte
: his share to compensate him for the loss h
q sustained on his return from California
The old miser had died in the full belle
# that Bttes never lost the gold dust.
! THE HERDsMAN'S SONG.
q The following is the celebrated Echo Son
= sung by Jenny Lind
: Come hither, come h,her, my pretty herd,
ie Huah, huah, huah, huak, huah,
\. Come, OK aud COW and weanling brood,
N And hasten 10 taste OF the morning food.
= For night with her shade creeps darkenir
?" on,
n' Ring shrill horn on the mountain round,
10 And follow my cattle the welcome sound.
Ig Huah, huah, huah TO grateful abundance m
s. flock speed ye.
10 Long beside where heart-fres burn,
~ My love has waited my return,
. Soon clasp the treasure,
h- In an extacy of pleasure,