Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1861-09-06
GN0rtester DaiIp Sun.



showed any leaning toward the Machiavellian
ism which has furnished me with this story.
Educated at one of those Sacred nurseries nj
growing youth, where to detain voter for
ten minutes in conversation till the close of the
poll DISTINGUISHES him as effectually as if he
had been a rotten borough is considered n
stroke OF the highest art, he naturally follow
ed the stream but how account for his subse.
quent conversion never heard him speak
OF lgnatus Loyola, or Father Ligu9ri indeed
believe him profoundly ignorant of their eX-
lstence, or at least of their doctrines not do |
give him credit for a deep study of Machiavel-
MS writings. Perhaps if have the honor of
addressing any gentleman who is a casuit, he
VIII let me have his opinion on the case
Ii shall be stated plainly and briefly for his
guidance. Mr. Carter was a squire, or rather
country gentleman. His money was invest.
ed in other ways than in land, and he had
takena small house for a summer when twenty.
three, which he had kept ever since marrying.
having son, losing his wife, sending his son
to school, having him home for the HOLIDAYS.
NC, and ever doubling where TO move when
the proprietor of the house gives him warning.
This the proprietor is not likely to do, seeing
that he gets a good rent, paid punctua,ly, and
that the village is so out of the way that he
may wait century for another tenant Mr.
Carriers son lives with him.
Village life is well enough for those who
have ontlived action, but it is the worst thing
TO condemn young gentleman to if you have
any hopes OF his future. You may consider
country life the best for ALL en- the grounds
adopted by leading article wiitten as an an.
ology for writing on fields when requested to
write on gas works, that God made the coun
try, and man made the town" If. however
you examine this aphorism which of course
you don't, before utterlng it, you will find that
IKE the one thousand and one evasions of rea-
sonlng, 1t is of some merit as a popular say.
ing, but totally destitute of philosophical accu-
racy. Ii man made towns, so did man make
villages, and still more, country houses.
Towns are confession Of men that they can
not llve alone, but villages are an attempt at
uniting the hermitage to the circlz, and so
give you the disadvantages of both. IL is n
sort OF excuse, not that one was needed for
the love into which Mr.. Carriers son tell AS
soon as came to reside with his father Wbv
excuse it His father did just the same when
he hrst came to the same village. He might
nave dcne worse, as many young men of his
age would have done. Whether or no he
might have done better is point not to he
considered by practical historian, ike the
present one.
Although Tom Carriers love was not violent
1t led nevertheless to many desperate musings,
moonlight walks and daylight pacings. One
of these latter, chosen, as the best means of
secret and quiet thought, under his fathers
window, was being noticed by that astute gen.
tleman. His sons love having been the talk
OF hall the village for three weeks, had inst
come TO his ears, and thus to his ewes. So
strange he had never noticed it before AT
all events, DR. Bibber had never noticed it
though his (Bibber's daughters return of his
(Carters) sons love was equally patent. Ii.
was now evident thai mutual modesty shyness
rather prevented both youth and maiden
from contessing their own or detecting the
others love. 1t seemed true love; why should
not he lend hand to falsify the poets nasty
expression, and make it run smooth by TAX.
ing all obstacles out Of the way lie had
known so many instances of the converse of
that proposition taking place-true rove run.
ming with remarkable smoothness. So as his
son paced past the window for the thirteenth
time remember the number,) he flung the
sash up and called him.
care you particularly engaged, Tom %
mo" replied Tom, after some deliberation.
He never answered hastily, this good young
man, and he was afraid the numerous avoca.
tons OF his life in an English village might
suffer if he accepted another TOO hastily.
81 have a favor to ask you, resumed the
father, leaning out of the window, and looking
almost confused. "You may have noticed |
seem preoccupied of late, disturbed. anxious
81 did not notice it,, replied Tom, thinking
he would keep a sharper eye on his father in
future.
'fThe fact is, my dear boy-you will not ac.
cuse me Of sacrificing your interests, or think
me selfish" The actor, not to be ashamed
by his sons cordial grasp OF the hand. "What
do you think, Tom, of the family near us
DIR. Bbber,-if he only drank wine, you
might call him Wine Bibber- ha Ina do
you like him ~
Tom had pressed DR.. Bibber mentally to
his heart sixteen times a day, but he merely
expressed in vague terms something about IL
warm friend, &c.-true enough, if noise was
warmth.
"a very friendly man indeed agree with
you there But what do you think of his
daughter!
Tom was quite as practiced dissembler as
lis father What is more, he had prepared
himself for the question ever since he fell in
love, and had learned an answer to it by heart.
81 think her very lady like and accomplish.
ed person."
Il am glad to hear so favorable an opinion"
rejoined the father, who had expected hesita.
ton and bushes. pretty. too g
''Y .e.s Tor some tastes'
"You have not lost your heart to her. then,
it seems @
If Tom had but spoken the truth--why
didn't he If ever l write my proposed Els.
say on Truth, | will examine his motives for
doing what he never would have done had the
matter regarded aught else but his personal
feelings. He said plainly and fatty NO."
which was as good as ten yes's.
The fathers brow cleared at once, and the
sons cIouded over at the sight. you reas.
sure me, my dear son, he said clad there
been the slightest inclination on your part, as
might well have been, and as l could not but
suspect, could never have spoken. AS it is,
will you go to Miss Bibber and ask her to
marry me g And then his feelings not allow.
ing him to wait the answer, he shut down the
window desperately, and hid himself from the
eyes of men.
He was recalled in moment by the shout
of his son. "My dear father, l will 20 will
ingly for you. But would it not be better TO
go yourself? you feel SO deeply, would she
not be more moved by your feelings than by
a mere message from you"
"My dear son, if | was your age l would
go myself. But you must remember the diff
ference between my age and hers, which
would make a personal offer almost ridiculous.
You will obige me, won't you?'
The son thought it hard; but how could he
excuse himself! He had protested utter in
difference for the lady five minutes before
how could he go at once into the opposite eX-
IRENE So he walked there, with new idea
of the relentless destiny personified by the
Greek poets, in whlm he had not yet belev-
ed. But by the time he got to DR.. Bibber's
neat cottage he had made up his mind to sac
ritice himself, second lphigenia, differing
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