The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1860-12-11

:'What results from charitable aid -
continued Peter. The value of labor
is kept at an unnatural level. State
charity is state robbery private charity
is public wrong.
"That's it, Peter" said Mr.. Collett
"What do you think of philosophy
John %
81 don't like it don't believe it,
said John. You were quite right to
give the man shilling. I'd have CIV
en- him shilling myself"
ooh, you would, would you ?" said
Mr.. Collett. You're very generous
with your shilings. Would you fly in
the face ofall orthodox political economy,
you Vandal %
eyes," said John "as the Vandals
flew in the face of Rome, and destroyed
what had become falsehood and nui-
sance."
"Poor john" said Mr.. Collett "we
shall never make anything of him, Peter
Really, we'd better talk of something
else. John tell us all about the last new
novel;"
They convsrssd on various topics, un.
til the arrival Of the inyalid's early bed
time parted uncle and nephews for the
night
Mary Sutton seized an opportunity,
the next morning after breakfast, to speak
to John Meade alone.
"John," said she, "do think more of
your own interest-of our interest.
What occasion for you to be SO violent
last night, and to contradict Mr.. Collett
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. Z" 1t was that confounded
Peter with his chain of iron maxims,
that made me fly out. I'm not an ice
berg, Mary.
Thank Heaven, you're not !" said
Mary " but an iceberg fioats-thlnk OF
that John. Remember, every time you
offend Mr.. Collett, you please Mr..
Finch"
80 l do !" said John. Yes; /; I'll
remember that
"If you would only try to be a little
mean and hard hearted" said Mary,
"just little to begin with. You would
only stoop to conquer, John, and you
deserve to conquer"
May | gain my deserts then y said
John. Are you not 10 be my loving
wife, Mary? And you are not to sit at
needle work in my studio, whilst paint
my great historical picture? 1? How can
this come to pass il Mr.. Collett will do
nothing for us 20
"Ah. how indeed ?" said Mary. " But
here's our friend Peter Finch coming
through the gate from his walk. leave
you together. And so saying, she with
drew
What, Meade y said Peter Finch,
as he entered, q" skulking in doors on a
fine morning like this +? I've been all
through the village. Not an ugly place
but wants looking after sadly. Roads
shamefully muddy Pigs allowed to
walk on the footpath !"
Dreadful T. exclaimed John.
81 say, you come out pretty strong
last night" said Peter. "Quite defed
the old man But like your spirit"
Il have no doubt you do" thought
John.
"Oh, when was youth l was a
little that way myself, said Peter.
" But the world-the world, my dear
sir-soon cures us of all romantic notions.
| regret, of course, to see poor people
miserable but what's the use of regret.
ting? It's no part of the business oil
the superior classes to interfere with the
laws of supply and demand poor peo-
pie must be miserable. What can't be
cured must be endured
That is to say" returned John,
what we can't cure, they must en-
dure."
Exactly so" said Peter.
Mr.. Collett this day was too i'll to leave
his bed. About noon he requested TO
see his nephews in his bedroom. They
found him propped up BY pillows, look
ing very weak, but in good spirits AS
usual.
"Well, boys" said he, here l am,
you see, brought to anchor at last The
doctor will be here soon. l suppose. to
shake his head and write recipes. Hum
bug, my boys Patients can do as much
for themselves, believe, as the doctors
can do for them-they're all in the dark
together-the only difference is, that the
patients grope in English, and the doe
tors grope in Latin"
You are too skeptical, sir" said Mr..
John Meade.
Pooh = said Mr.. Collect :" let us
change the subject want your ad-
vice, Peter and John. on a matter thai
concerns your interests. I'm going tc
make my will to-day, and l don't know
how to act about your cousin, Emma
Briggs. Emma disgraced US by marry
ing an Gilman"
A" An GILMAN !" exclaimed John.
" A vulgar, shocking oil man !" SAT-
Mr.. Collett, "A wretch who not only sole
oil, but soap, candles, turpen,ine, blael
lead and birch brooms. II was a dread
ful blow 10 the family. Her grand
mother never got over il. and madel
aunt turned methodist in despair. Well
I Briggs, the Gilman, died last week.
seems and his widow has written 70
assistance. Now, have thought G