The weekly ledger., 1857-05-23
Curing a Lover.
BY cAPsICUM.

Mr.. Nicholas Thistle was a wise and pru-
dent man. Wisdom and prudence alone sus-
tained him in this world Of change. Mr.
Thistle occupied high position in society
that is, he had the reputation of being rich
man. He kept carriage, q great many SER
wants, did large business, and people took
his notes whenever they were offered.
But Mr. Thistle was not a rich man in
spite Of his handsome show Of wealth. If
Mr.. Thistle's estate had been required to be
settled, it is probable the inventory would
have footed up at something in the vicinity
of a million dollars; yet there were creditors
who could probably prove claims to some
thing in the vicinity of the same sum. So
the vicinities were mutually compromising
and in consequence, Mr.. Thistle was worth
in the vicinity of nothing.
Mr. Thistle had son, very nice young
man, whom everybody called Bob Thistle,
because he was roliking, good natured,
clever fellow, and everybody liked him.
Mr. Thistle reasoned He was sixty years
old and Bob was twenty. After consulting
the tabular statements of the Life Insurance
Company, of which he had charitably con-
sented to act as director he had come to
the conclusion that in the ordinary course Of
nature, Bob would out live him. 1t is true
Bob might have fever and die, might fall
overheard and be drowned, might be assas-
snated and killed Nevertheless, it was rea-
sonable for him to believe that he should die
first and Bob live the longest. If Bob
should survive him. the aforesaid balance on
the administrators return would stare him in
the face; and he reasoned that it would make
him feel very unpleasantly.
Disguise it as he might it was evident that
he had no fortune to leave his son; and Bob
had been brought up to luxury and idleness,
aud was il-prepared to combat with the stern
realities of life.
Mr.. Thistle was wise and prudent man
he knew how TO manage such matters. Miss
Amelia Bloomington was all he required in
point of wealth and respectability. She was
worth half a million, and was as amia5e as
heiresses most generally are,
Bob was attentive to her, stood side by
side at the opera, and talked gossip to her in
the drawing-room. He handed her out of
her carriage, and once he even went SO far as
to present her bunch of flowers.
While things were in this delightful and
hopeful train, the whole scheme threatened
to be spoiled by the untimely arrival OF Bob's
second or third cousin, Rose Lester, whose
father had died year before a Valparaiso
Bob had heard Of her, and had already made
up his mind that she was very pretty and a
very smart girl, and had limited to his father
that he should like to see and know her.
Now Rose was the mistress of only about
twenty thousand dollars, and, of course, she
was not eligible for the son of Mr.. Thistle
He trembled with anexiety when he heard Of
her expected arrival.
She came and took up her residence at the
house of one of her uncles.
Father have seen herW exclaimed Bob
one day, shortly after.
Seen whom, Bob"
Rose Lester"
"The devil"
"An angel"
"You have seen her thenl"
"Pon my soul hayelt
"Wellp
"She is jewell
Is sheln
"She is; and, father, / am going to fall in
love with her and marry her"