Weekly Clarksville chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 185?-1857, 1857-02-06
CLARKSyILLE, TENN, FRIDAY. FEBRUARY 6, 1851

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liternlly rob d Of tho Torture my father lefl
NE @hen was too young to know ils value
Can forget that ore, one f my own kiih and
kin, too, lives in the dwelling Of my forefaihers
and calls their broAd lands his when he knows
and know, and the w,tld knows, that / sm
The rightlul heir1 Cnn | forget all this, and
that | am here 7" he added, gancing con.
iempluousIy round upon the rough walls Of his
cottage "And you, ton, Amy-you, who
were born aud rea,ed in home Of Injury
YOU whose presence would grace the proudest
drawing room ~ The land; YOU whom | wooed
and won before dreamed that | vas 10 tread
u path like this; and vel, angel that you are
you who have never breBlhed word of re-
proacb, or a sy)Iable of complaint. your home,
TOO, Is here inlhis rude abih' aud the proud
man bowed his head aud something that look
ed strangely Ike tear gliilercd a moment in
the freight.
.Bu; you are here with me in this rude
cabin as you call il, dearest, you and our Ii,tie
ones; and how macy times must | tell you
that would rather be here, provided Lam by
ycur side, than to sit upon the throne of the
ladies without you? believe Won sa5 These
things" she continued, playfully. kissing his
flushed brow she spoke. for she would fain
have won him back to more cheerful thoughts.
81 believe you say these things just Tor the sake
of hearing me tell YOU nser and over again
how dearly love you, and now happy at,i
win you. Is il not so. darling !"
5 But Andrew Gordon was not to be cheered
even by the tender caresses Of his wife. H,s
miGd would dwelupon themes, the conrempla-
lion of which was destroying bis pence of
mind, and fast changing his very nature.
81 tell you, Amy" he said. rising and PFC
ing the apartment with hurried step. al tell
you. Amy, will be rich! and Frederick shall
be as rich. ay, richer, than if his father hud
moi been cheated out Of hinheritance They
think" he added with Ai.bing eye, 'ihat
they have trampled me In the very dust. but
they caunot keep r:e there. will be rich
and Influential; and as soon as Fred is old
enough 10 learn the lesson, will teach him
how to make money. and how TO keep it. too"
mo. no, AndTew--spare me that last blow,
implore you,''- said Amy, aud tears were
rapidly chnsing each other down her pale
cheeks. "lf yoh will give up your whole
mind and aod to the pursIi, of wealth as you
hsve done for the last two yesrs--if you will
coin yonr very hearts blood for gold. and al
low this feverish thirst for gain TO become, as
it were, the very essence Of your being,
spare me this last blow, Teach not This lesson
to our child. Teach him TO be prudent, in
dustrious. economical as yon will and my ex.
ample and teachings shall be added to yrit
own but impress not upon his 'yOung mind
The doctrine that the nrquisirion of wealth is
the chief end of his existence, and its posses
sion The chief source Of mans enjoyment -
Just Os surely as you do is misery in store ror
him. A mothers heart is prophetic heart,
and repeat it just IS surely as you do, l.
misery in store for him and yon; Just so surel,
will his sun and yours set in darkness and in
gl,om. Oh, Andrew, Andrew for your own
sake--fnr my sake for the sake of tiesr
precious ones she added, drawing him to th'
couch where their children lay, 'cense hi
struggle that l. wearing your life way, an.
changing you SO greatly, hat at lines can
scarcely recognize tie Andrew of my earl,
love-"
The fire upon the hearth had burned low
hal, at that mement, broad, ruddy glow fille'
the room. and A ndrew Gordon stood with hi
eyes fixed stedfasy upon his Sife's face
Who can tell The emotions that swept over HE
soul during those few, brief momentsl Gond
aad evil spirits were striving for the mastery
, upon the arena of his heart. and sis counle.
nance worked slrangeiy as one or The Other
prevailed Al last he turned hastily away.
and murtering--ns / to hmseIr--"Bu Fred'-
rick mus, be u rich man" he sought his pillow
He had chosen his part
CHAPTER II.
Years, many years had passed since the
conversation narrated 10 the previous chapter.
and Andrew Gordon wos no longer the slLe
tenant of the sweetest Wiley that slept beneath
The shadow ortle Green Mountains. A small
bn, pleasant vilsge hnd sprung up around the
size of his old log.house; and, upon the very
spot where that hOd once stood, arose an i'm
posing brick mansion. that seemed To loos
haughily down upon the humber DIV ling
around it. a small chnrch--of simple, ye
tasteful nrchilecture-iie led lis spire few
psces father on; two merchants-rivals G
courde-disploy their gIded signs on eiihei
side of the street just below, and numerous
little heads might have been seen pc ping from
the windows of the schoolbouse over the riy
er. .t
Andrew Gordon was rich man. He hu,
added acre TO Acre, and farm 10 farm. The fac