Cairo evening times. [volume] (Cairo, Ill.) 1865-1866, 1865-11-23
JOHN OAKHEART AND SON.
BY DION BOURCICAULT.

John Oakheart and son are Baltic merchants
Young John entered his fathers office as a
clerk, at sixty pounds year, of which he paid
his mother forty for board, lodging and wash
ing, and clothed himself with the odd twenty.
Do not imagine that Mr. Oakheart's establish
ment required that assistance The old gentle
man desired to make his son feel that he sup
ported himself. At twenty i've years of age
young Oakheart married. reccITlng with his
wife moderate sum OF money. He Wants to
purchase Z. share OF his fathers business Ii e.
cannot come 10 terms. Young j onn can make
better bargain with q rival house III the trade.
Inc old man Aesltates he likes the sound OF
John OakE cart and Son. but business is otls-
Eess. Had he married a penniless girl, the
father would have given him what he now re-
fuses to sell: but now, business is business. aud,
as q calculation, he cant do 1t. So young
John becomes chief partner in a rival firm to
that which, one day, must be his. and trades
against the old man, whose only sin is to lay
up wealth for lis san.
Every Gay at 4 o clock, leaning against par
tlcuIar corner On Change, stands the elder
merchant, his hands deepl; sunk into his Dog
eared pockets: A young city man approaches;
they exchange quiet, careless nod.
Feel inclined to discount for 1900 at long
date?'
. What security" asks John.
Turkish % >
Any AaInes.''
My own only ; it is private matter, and
has nothing to DO with our house, replied the
younger L will give per cent
should wan. more Than that, money
goes say :.
=. Th.. brokers only ask 49,'' replied the
young man.
Then give it, And they separate with
all indifferent nod That was father and son.
Ever, SUNDAY young John aud his wife dir.e
at Russell Square, in the same house where OLE.
o,..l.es. has lived Tor thirty years. His lame
has Lee. cleaned out Ct the brass plate Oh tie
door. This no Sc young John still looks upon
and speaks OF, as his home. All the associa-
Citations OF childhood are there-every piece of
furniture is an old friend-every object is sa
cred in his eyes. from lis own picture, taken
at four years old, with its chubby face aud fat
legs. to tie snohe dried picture of Gen. Alber-
Zombie. They form the architecture OF that
temple of hi> hearL-his nome.
Alter elmer the ladies have retired The
crimson curtal.s are comfortably closed. The
cracking sluws with Satisfaction and old
Juni pushes the b"ttle across TO his son, tor Il
Cd JoLn had d weakne It Is for lawney port
Jack. my boy, SAYS he, What do you Want
WILL Gl2UUy
''W ell, slr,'' replied John, g there is piece
of GROUND next 10 my villa al Biixton, and they
threaten to build upon, tiff So, they will spoil
our view. Emily, meaning his wife. - has
.fteu begged TO buy it IA I'd inclose it in our
garden Next Wednesday is her birthday. and
l " ISL CRAFTY her with surprise 4; bul
have RECONSTRUCTED tie matter-l ought lot To
afford lt-so | have gwen 1t up"
Quite rish lit, Jack, responded the old man,
it would have been piece OF extravaganza,
aid the subject drops.
Next Wednesday being Emily's birthday, the
old couple dine with the young folks. just
before dinner old John takes his daug hter-in-
law aside, and places in her hand parchment
1T is the deed of the little plot o. ground she
coveted. He stops her thanks with a kiss aud
hurres away.
Ere the ladies retire, Emily finds time 70
whisper the secret to her husband, and the
father and son are alone. Watch the old man s
eyes fixed on the fire, tor he has detected this
piece OF affectionate treachery, and IS almost
ashamed of his act, because he does not know
how to receive his thanks. For few moments
a deep, gentle feeling broods upon the young
mans heart he has words-it is prayer
syllabled in emotion that makes his lip tremble;
he lays his hand upon his fathers arm, and
their eyes meet.
''Tut, Jack, sir pooh sir it must all come
to you some day-God bless you, my boy, and
make you as happy at my age as 1 am now. :"
In silence the souls OF these men embrace
But who is that seraph that gathers them be-
meath her outspread angel wings? have seen
her AT the freside futteTing like a dove from
bosom to bosom. have seen her link distant
hearts, parted by the whole world she is The
genius OF the Anglo Saxon family and her
name is HONE