Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-11-10

if they had had time 10 listen 10 it, or had
given the opportunity for it to have been
done.
Marin Dacre was very fond of his
girls, not alone because they were of
such valuable assistance in his business.
or that they performed their duty so
cheerfully and 50 entirely, but because
they were deprived of their mother, a
most excellent woman, whose own kind
disposition aud estimable qualities had
done so much TO make them what they
were.
Martin Dacre did not so often hear the
praises of his daughters beauty sounded,
but that he knew they were very pretty
girls, and that The heads of half the young
fellows of Guildford were turned by their
charms. He knew the girls to be inno-
cent and guileless, and he resolved to do
his best TO keep them so, as far as he
oculd, and without appearing TO exhibit
any harsh or unnecessarily stern ccntrol
over them. His face was as smiling as
theirs, and when any soft word was watt
ed to the ears of one of the girls, if he
happened TO catch it, he, with chuck
ling laugh, generally made it public
property; SO that the uiterer usually got
previously jeered and joked by his CON-
panions for it.
Then the girls were always stirring
with the lark, and they always retired
very early; and this regulation saved
them from much which might, 10 put it
in its best shape, have proved disadvan-
tageous 10 them.
Then the sun of prosperity smiled and
shone on the Dolphin, and, but for coca
sional regreiful remembrances of the wife
who has gone, as he hoped, unto that bet
Ter world which toll. anxiety, and trouble
are not permitted 10 darken with their
shadows, Martin Dacre might be said to
be happy man.
One Monday afternoon a young man,
apparently just over that important era,
his majority, entered the inn. Il hap
pened to be quite a slack time: the girls
had gone up TO dress, and Martin Dacre
was seated in the parlor, reading the pa
rer and smoking his after-dinner pipe.-
As the stranger advanced, he looked in
quirlngly at Martin, and stood surveying
him, without utIering a word.
Marin put down dis pipe and his pa
per, and said in his customary way.
Nov sir; what can do for youl"
''Shake hands with me if you will, "
returned the young man.
You remember Gerard Earl, don't
youl"
"Well, should rather think so. A
tallish. lighrhaired, scraggy boy, With a
lay down collar"
sl am he"
"You2"
Yes
'And all the rest of you, of course
You can't get over me, my fine fellow,
that wayp
Nevertheless, am that same Gerard
Earle, the son of your old friend, who,
after living 10 Guildford for twenty five
years. left il, 10 settle down in Dorset
shire
Let's have a look at theep exclaimed
Martin Dacre.
He took the y oung man by the hands,
and drew him near the light. Alter
sttentively perusing his features, he
said.
'Thou'rt he, surely
Then he took both his hands and
wrung them heartily.
4 be glad to see thee, boyT he cried;
right glad! Surely, thou'rt going to
stay, of course?'
Il have promised myself three weeks
in Guildford, if | find that absence has
not cooled the wrath of friendship dis
played in other days towards me, by
those loved when living here,' replied
Gerard Earle.
'Thou'lt find all glad TO see thee here;
and thou'lt take up thy quarters here, or
I'm a Dutchman. And Thy dear father
how be hel Lord how many time
I've missed his light hearted laugh and
his good natured speech. Why did he
never write to me? 'Twasn't the right
thing, thair
'Well, sir, soon after he left this, an
uncle died in Jamaica, leaving him a
large estate, and he was obliged TO go
over 10 the West Indies TO arrange his
affairs. 1t took long. long time, as you
Judge; for he has not been back above
six months, and since then has hardly
had time to think of friend. for he has
been purchasing place in Dorseishire.
where he mas made up his mind to settle
down. However, he knew that intend
to run over here to see some old friends,
and | do not think it unlikely that, be-
fore leave, he will take trip to see
everybody he knew in Guldford.'
'HurrahI Well, to be sure, was a
feared matters were all t'ciher way
Misfortunes took him from here, and it
amt often rich uncles die and leave for
tunes to their nephews in the very soul
of a struggle with necessity. But come