Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1858-04-15
WisttlIa1reous.
From the Lady's Home MagaziEe.l
LOVES INFLUENCE.
CHATTER I.

CHATTER I.
Yes, he is undeniably man of the world
You could not doubt It, seeing him stretch
ed out upon our homely chiniz lounge, the
very essence of laziness, his patent leather
beo,s Re sting higher than his head, his
white, ringed fingers clasping a new VOL
ume, his cir inattentive, bLase and dissatis-
fed. am speaking of our wealthy young
cousin, Lawrence Vane, who we thought
would alwavs be useless man, with good
fpr-nothing habits, and peevish old age.
= "C6niound il! l've got the dyspepsia;
and that's what's the matter with mer'-
And cousin Lawrence flung asiie his costly
book with an unusual amount of energy.
We all exploded into laughter, from stad
papa, down to pretty Bessy. Papa laid
down mis- paper with On amused look.
"Why, Lawrence, it was only the other
day you were in the last stages of consump-
tion," said he. slyly.
aYou needn't laugh, all of you," retorted
Lawrence, pet,ishIy, giving US girls a Sc
we're glance, sits rather imper;inent, ]
shoui: say"
VIZ Cdu Hcip u. Ld"ItHCt,
gasped out pretty Bessy. her cheeks red
and puffed with suppressed mirth, You are
50 odd!'
"I'm sick, sick, sickl shan't live long
in this way, I'm convinced" and he sank
back with groan.
Lawrence Vane!" said papa, bringing
down his fist on the little table, making it
ring, "you're lazy hound, sir! You have
not one noble impulse about you! You
have allowed youth and strength TO lie use
less ard corrode. II you've got any dis
ease, I'm heartily glad IF it., it msy
sting you to action. if your conscience can
not. Go to wo k! get up early and see the
sun rise. Do good, and you'll have an easy
digestion and happy life: l speak as q
friend"
ats always work, work, work, with you,
sir" growled Lawrence, sukily, but sitting
upright, and shaking back his fine locks de-
family.
"Come, I'll make you proposal" con-
tinued papa. "Go up to brother Jacobs
farm, and spend the summer. Throw off
your 6dd!e-faddle fsshionables; put on
homespun; set to work at the plow! Why!
boy, you'll come out man, and new one. 80
Pspa's enthusiastic, hearty tones could
not help but fire the blood OF a mortal; and
cousin Lawrence is one, although weak.
"Oh. yes, cousin Lawrence" we all
chimed in CHORUS, "do GO; it's charming
place! Everybody is happy there; John is
such fine fellow, and Jenny such dar-
ling!"
"Who may John be! and darling Jen-
ny?'" demanded cousin Lawrence, visibly
but lazily interested.
"Oh, Johns" we all began again, but
sister Elizabeth begged one might be
Nspokesweman. "Not so many sw allows
tvittering at once," she said. We all look.
ed to Susan.
"Weil," began Susan, in her straight
forward diction, "John and Jenny Tracy
are cousins, adopted by uncle Jacob, who
is. very fond and proud of them. John
works on the farm, and Jenny helps in the
house. They are both clever.''
"Oh, ho!' said Lawrence, with know.
ing whistle, "stupid, engaged people,
suppose. Excuse me from being de trop.
s-i'But they're not engaged at all, sir!'
said Mss Bessy, Indignantly, with a tos'
of her head, but blushing all the while un
der her black ringlets. "John is not tht
least bit in love with her. You are always
jumping at conclusions!"
Lawrence gave her prolonged stare
showing all his dazzling teeth in a wis,
smile, and enunciating clearly,
aJustaposition! juxtapOsition, queen Bss
sey! You see kn,w something of tn
world; I've been to Parisl"
"Say you will 60 to Jacobs, and | vii
write now, Immediately" interrupted paps
impstiently.
"Well. sir" replied Lawrence, with
half sigh, "if you really think it'll do m
good, ] will-yes, l will try it. But bles
me! I'm most gone now;" with anothe
groan he relapsed into silence, and we HI
our faces behind our work and books fc
decency's sake. The letter was write
and sealed, and in three days, with
mournful shake of the head, cousin Law
renee bsde US adieu, wearing the semb lane
of . man not long for this world.
CHAPTER II.
SweetBriar Farm was one of the Lowell
est Of places. Even Lawrence thought 81
as he drove up in front of its modest brow
porch, all wreathed with honeysuckle
There was uncle Jacob ready to WELDON
s him; his voice CHEEKY, his cheeks like cruml
led red rose leaves. There stood John, to
sbeside him, fresh and comey; perfect pi
re Of health and manliness.
ItkSs9n nlRpsiazang Rels ~ 3
sulShine came in the two front indowa
anal had looped the curtains back wit
sprays of scarlet bittersweet, and ma.
everything as neat asa pink. gave him
sest by the window, and excused myself &
Anew momens, to 60 out and give moth