Tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1856, 1855-07-26
From Dickens House'old Words.
Two NEPHEws.


certainly not reached nineteen. Her peautifui'
blooming face and active, bght and upright figure
were in strong contrast with the worn counte-
nance and bent frame II the old man; but in his
eye, and in the corners OF his mouth were lndlca-
tions of gay self-coufdence, which age and suf-
ferlng had not extipsuished.
mo use looking any more, Mary Sald nc' mel
| Their John Meade nor Peter Finch will be here be-
fore dark Very hard that when sick uncle asks
his two nenhews to come and see him, they can't
come at once. The duty is simple in the extreme
only to help me to die, and to see what choose
to leave then in my will! Pooh! when | was
young map I'd have done it for my uncle with
the utmost celebrity. But the worlds getting
quite heartlesS
oh Sir 2 said Mary.
'Aud what does oh, Sir meant said he. Dye
think sha mt die? know better. A little more
and there ii be an end of old Billy Collect. He'll
have left this dirty world for cleaner-to the
great sorrow (and advantage) of his affectonate
relatives Ugh! Give me some of the Doctors
stuff
The girl poured some medicine into a glass, and
Collect, after having contemplated it for moment
with INFINITE disgust, managed to get it down.
'lteil you what, Miss Mary Sutton said he, Il
don't by any means approve of your 'Oh, Sir
and Dear Sir and the rest of it, when I've told
you now hate to be called Sir, at all. Why you
couldn be more respectful if you were charity
your nonsense Mary Sutton, if you please. I've
been your lawful guardian now for six months,
ana you ought to know my likings and dislikings'
My poor father often told me how you disliked
ceremony said Mary
Your poor father told you quite right said Mr.
Collett. Fred Sutton was man of talent-a cap
ltal fellow! Ills only fault was natural inability
10 Keep iartmng in his pocket. Poor Fred he
loved mel am sure he did. He bequeathed me
his only child-and it isn't every friend who
would do thatn -,..
kihd ana generous protector you have BEEN
wen, don't know; I've tried not to be brute,
but dare say have been. Don't speak rough
" to you sometimes? Haven't given you good
prudent worldly advice about John Meade, and
made myself quite disagreeable, and like guar
dian! Come, confess you love this penniless
nephew of mine'
iemniless,' indeedh said Mary.
An, there it isl said Mr.. Collect. And what
business has poor devil of an artist to fall in
ioVc with my ward! And what business has my
ward TO tall i'll love with poor devil of an artist!
Dut that's Fred Suttons daughter, all over
haVh two nephcws! Why couldn't you fall
III love with the discreet one-the thriving one!
Peter Misunderstanding he's an attorney-isa
worthy young man. He is industrious iii the cx-
IRENE, and attends to other peoples business on
~ when he paid for it. He despiscs sentiment,
ana always looks to the main chance But John
Meade, my dear Mary, may spoil canvas forever
anu not grow rich. He's all for art and truth,
ana social reform, and spiritual elevation, and
the Lord knows what. Peter Finch will ride in
ms carriage and splash poor John Meade as he
trudgcS on foot
he harangue was here interrupted by a ring
at the gate, and Mr. Peter Finch was announced
lie Lad "essrcoI taken his when another pun
nj the bell was heard, and Mr.. John Meade was
announced
MI Collect eyed his two ncphcws with queer
sort OF smile, while they made speeches express
I'VE of sorrow at the nature of their visit AT last
stopping them,
Enough, boys, enoughn said he Let us find
some better subject to discuss than the state of an
old mans health. | want to know a little more
about you bo'h. haven't seen much of you up
to the present time, and for anything know, you
may he rogues or fools
John Meade seemed rather TO vince under this
address, but Peter Finch sat calm and confident.
IoPut a case now said Mr.. Collett; this morn
ing poor wretch of gardener came begging
mere lie could get no work, it seems, and said
he was starving. Well, knew something of the
fellow and | believe he only told the truth; so |
gave him shilling to gct rid of him. Now, I'm
afraid did wrong. What reason had / for Civ
ing him shilling! What claim had he on mel
What claim has he on anybody? The value of
his labor i'll the market is all that workman has
right to, and when his labor is of no value, why
he can. Eth, Peter! that's my philosophy
do YOU think?'
Il quite agree with YOU Sir said Mr.. Finch;
perfectly agree with you. The value of their la
Dor is all that laborers can pretend to--al that
they should have. Nothing acts more pernicous-
lv than the absurd extraneous support called
charity.
Hear, heart said Mr. Collect you are a clcv-
cr fellow, Peter. Go on, my dear boy, go on'
What results from charitable aidl' continued
Peter The value of labor is kept at an unnatu-
raj level. State charity is state robbery; private
charity is public wrong
That's it, Petcr!' said Mr.. Colett. What do
You think of our philosophy, joint
4 don't like it ! | don't believe it! said John.
You were quite right to give the man shilling:
I'd have given him shilling myself
oh, you would-would you ?! said Mr. Collect,
You're very generous with your shillings. Wo'd
you fly in the face of all orthodox political econ
omy, you Nandall'
Yes said John: as the Vandals flew in the
face of Rome and DESTROYED what had become
falsehood and nuisance
Poor joint said Mr.. Collect 'We shall never
make anything of him, Peter Really, we'd bet
ter talk of something else. John, tell us about
the last new novel
They eonversed on various topics until the ar
rival of the invaid's early bedtime parted uncle
and ncphcws for the night
"Stt*NN
morning after breakfast to speak with John Meade
alone.
john said she, do think more of your own in
tercst-of our interest. What occasion for YOU
to be so violent last night, and contradict Mr.
Collect so shockingly / saw Peter Finch laugh
ing to himself. John, you must be more CAREFUL
or we shall never be married.
well, Mary dear, I'll do my best said John
1t was that contounded Peter, with his chain of
iron maxims, that made me fly out I'm not an
iceberg, Mary
Thank heaven, you're mott said Mary but an
iceberg fioats--think of that John. Remember,
every time YOU offend Mr. Collett, you please Mr..
Finch.
$50 do said John. Yes. I'll remember that.
If you would only try to be little mean and
hard-hcartcd,' said Mary; Just little, to begin
with. You would only stoop to conquer, john
and you deserve 10 conquer.
MAY gain my deserts, theni' said John. Are
YOU not to be my loving wife, Nary And are
vou not to sit at ncedIe-work in my studio W lille
paint my great historical pictured How can this
come to pass If Mr. Collect will do nothing for usi
All, how indeed q said Mary. 'But here's our
friend Peter Finch. coming thro' the gate from
his walk | leave you together. And so saying,