Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-09-08
Two Nephews.

at dark, an old man aud Young woman.
The age of the man might be some sew {
enty while his companion had certainly S
not reached nineteen. Her beautiful bloom &
ing face, and active, light and upright fig {
ue were in strong contrast with the worn
countenance and bent frame Of the old I
man; but in his eye, and in the corners Of
his mouth were indications Of a gay self
confidence, which age and suffering had
damped but not extinguished. Il
No use looking any more, Mary" said
he 4; neither John Meade nor Peter Finch
will be here before dark. Very hard, that;
when sick uncle asks his two nephews
to come and see him, they can't come at
once The duty is simplein the extreme
only to help me to die, and take what
choose to leave them in my will Pooh !!
when | was young man, I'd have done
it for my uncle with the utmost celebrity.
But the worlds getting quite heartleSS
'Oh, Sir = said Mary.
And what does 'Oh, Sir, mean ? said
he. Dye think l shsn't die F! ! know
better. A little more, and therell be an
end to old Billy Collett He'll have left
thi, dirty world for q cleaner-to the great
sorrow (and advantsge) of his affection
ate relatives fnUgh Give me glass of
doctors stuff'
The girl poured some medicine into a
glass, and Collet, after having contemplat-
| ed it for a moment with infinite disgust,
managed to get it down.
II Ill rhot Stttf fnrN'
, said he, Il don't by any means approve
of your 'Oh Sir, and the rest of it, when
t have told you how l hate to be called
q Sir at all. Why you could not be more
n respectful if you were a charity girl and
bealle in gold laced hat None ofyoul
$ nonsense Mary Sutton, il youplease. I've
n been your lawful guardian now for siS
= months, and you ought to know my lilling'
d and dislikings.'
My poor father often told me how yor
v disliked ceremony said Mary.
Your poor father often told you quitt
|, right said Mr.. Collett. Fred Suttol
It was man OF talcnt-a capital fellow :
"a His only fault was natural inability tt
h keep farthing in his pocket. Poor Free
loved me. I'm sure he did. He bequea
va thed me his only chld-and it isn't ever,
,e friend who would do that'
Is "A kind and generous protector you hay
Id BEEN
We'll, l don't know; have tried not t
ID be brute, but dare say I have been
to Don't speak roughly to you sometimes
d. Haven't | given you good, prudent, world
re ly advice about John Meade, and made my
se self quite disagreeable, and like guard
~ an? Come, confess you love this penn
n, less nephew of mine
al 'Penniless, indeed = said Nary.
nd 'Ah, there it is ? said Mr.. Collett. Al
ot what business has poor devil of an arti
to to fall in love with my ward? And VIII
he business has my ward to fall in love with
poor devil of an artist? But that is FIR
rt- Sutton's daughter all overl Haven't
ad two nephews? Why couldn't you f
md in love with the discreet one-the thrivi
one? Peter Fmch-considering he's
,ot attorney, is a worthy young man. He
ere industrious in the extreme, and attends
other peoples business, only when he
md paid for it. He despises snntiment a
the always looks to the main chance. |
onr John Meade, my dear Mary may sp
canvass forever and not grow rich. IL
.o1 all for art. and truth, and social refol
out and spiritual elevation, and the Lord kne
thv what Peter Finch will ride in his c
,cu- riage, and splash poor John Meade as
trudges on foot
YER The harangue was here interrupted b.
cr,s ring at the gate, and Mr.. Peter Finch v
+ Of announced. He had scarcely taken
nst- seat when another pull at the bell
tua- heard and Mr.. John Meade was ammo
per- ced.
was Mr.. Collctt eyed the two nephews "
" in queer sort of smile, while they m
speeches expressive of sorrow at the
ture of their visit. At last, stopp
'lace them.
'tivc Enough, boys, enough!' said he.
us find some better subject to discuss t
the state of an old mans health. I W
to know little more about you both.
haven't seen much of you up to the P
ent time, and for anything | know,
may be rogues or FOOLS
j ohm Meade seemed rather to vince
der this address; but Peter Finch sat C
and confident.
ITO put a case now, said MIR. Co
this this morning poor wretch Of gard
came begging here. He could getno W
it seems, and said he was starving.-W
| knew something about the fellow, al
same believe he only told the truth; SO |
him shilling to get rid Of him,-No
am afraid did wrong. What rea
le up had l for giving him shilling?-V
Dhnd claim had he on me? What claim hs
smid on anybody? The value of his lab
the market is all that working mar
this, right too; and wien his labor is 0
push value, why then he must so to the de,
ID up wherever else he can. Eh, Peter? T
shall philosophy-what do you think?
4 quite agree with you, Sir said
Finch; perfectly agree with you.
S? value Of their labor in the market
that laborers can pretend to--all that
should have. Nothing acts more F
ciou than the absurd extraneous SUI
called charity
dear, 'Hea,, hear!' famed Mr.. Collet. Y
n. ~ a soloy.r r,llo,, Dator a. on INV