The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1855-08-03
Misrellanenns.
From Dieksns' Household Words
TWO NEPHEWS.

seventy while his companion had certain
ly not reached nineteen. Her beautiful
blooming face and active, light and upright
figure were in strong contrast with the WORE
counlenance and ben, frame Of the old man
but in his eye, and in the corners OF his
mouth were indications Of a gay, scli-confi'
dence, which age and suffering had damp
cd, bu, no, extinsuishod.
"No use looking any more, Mary" said
he "nei,her John Meade nor Peter Finch
will be here before dark. Very hard that,
when sick uncle asks his two nephews ,c
come and see him, they can't come a, once.
The duty is simple in the extreme, only
to help me die, and take wha, choose to
leave them in my will Pooh when was
a'young man, I'd have done j, for my uncle
with the u,mos, celebrity. Bu, The worlds
getting quite heartless J"
"oh, Sir ~ said Mary.
"And wha, does oh, Sir y mean" said
he. "D'ye think ! shan'i diet know
better. A little moro, and ,here'll DO an
end Of old Billy Collc,,. He'll have left
this dirty world for cleaner-to the great
sorrow (and udvan,age) Of his ailec'iona,s
relatives! Uugh! Give mo glass Of the
doctors stuff.n
The girl poured some medicine into a
glass. and COllett, ailer having contemplated
it for n momen, with infinite disgust, man.
aged 10 &c, il down.
"I,ell you what, Miss Mary Sutton"
said he, al don't by any means approve oI
your 'oh, Sir and 'Dear Sir and the rest
OF it, when rvo told You how hate 10 be
called Sir, a, all. Why you could'n, be
more respectful IT, you were charity girl,
and beadle in gold.aced ha,w None
Ofyour nonsense, Mary Sutton, ifyou please
I've been your lawful guardian now for six
months, and you ough. 10 know my likings
and dislikings."
"My poor father of,en told mo how you
disliked ceremony" said Mary.
"YOur poor father told you quite right"
said Mr.. Colle,,. "Fred Sutton was man
Of ,alen,-a capital fellow His only faul,
was a natural inability 10 keep farihing in
his pocket. Poor Fred he loved me am
sure hc did. He bequea,hed me his only
child-and i, ism, every friend ,ha, would
DO that"
"A kind and generous protector you have
been !"
"Wcll don't know I've tried not 10 be
brute, bu, dare say have been. Don't
I speak roughly TO you sometimes 7 haven
I given you good, prudent, worldly advice
abou, John Meade, and made myself quite
disagrecablc, and like guardianl Come,
confess you love this pcnniless nephew o
minc."
"Penniless, indeed !" said Mary.
"Ah, there il is :" said MIR. Colle,t-
"And what business has poor devil OF ar
arts, to fall in love with my ward' Ant
wha, business has my ward 10 fall in love
with poor devil Of an artist! But that's
Fred Su,,ou's daughter oil over! Havn't
two nephcwsi Why couldn't you fall il
love with the discreet one - the thriving
one! Peter Finch - considering he's or
a,torney-is worthy young man. He IL
industrious in the extreme, and attends ''
other peoples business only when he's paiC
paid for it. He despises sentiment, and al
ways looks to the main chance. But Johr
Meade, my dear Mary, may spoil canvass
forever and never grow rich. He's all fol
art, and truth, and social reform, and spirit,
ual elevation, and the Lord knows what
Peter Finch will ride in his carriage, and
splash POOR John Medo as no ,rudses on
foot"
The haranguo was hero interrupted BY a
ring a, the gate, and Mr.. Peter Finch was
announced. He had scarcely taken his
sea, when another pull q, tho bell was
heard, and Mr. John Meade was announc'
ed.
Mr.. Collci, eyed his two nephows with
queer sor, Of smile, while they made
speeches expressive Of sorrow a, the nature
Of their visit. AT last, stopping them,
Enough, boys, enough" !" said he
" Let US find some better subject 10 discuss
than the state Of an old mans health.
wan, 10 know little more about you both
l haven, seen much Of you up 10 tho pres
en-, time, and, for anything | know, you
may be rogues or fools.'
John Meade seemed rather to vince
under this address; but Peter Finch sal
calm and confident.
"To pu, case now" said Mr.. Collect,
",his morning a poor wretch Of gardener
came begging here. He could get nc
work, /, seems, and said hc was starving
/ Well knew something abou, tho fellow
and believe he only told the truth; SO
gave him a shilling to get rid ofhim. Now
I'm afraid i did wrong. Wha, reason hat
|, for giving him a shilling! What claim
had he on me, Wha, claim has hc OF
anybojyi The value Of his labor in tn,
marke, is all ,ha, working man has I
righ, to; and when his labor is Of no value
why then he mus, so 10 the devil or where
ever else he can. En-, Peters That's m,
phllosophy-whai do You think p'
"Iqui,c agree with You, Sir" said Mr.
Finch perfectly agree with you. The