American citizen. [volume] (Butler, Butler County, Pa.) 1863-1872, 1866-10-10
VOLUME 3.
A CAPITAL STORY.
The will. Or the Two Nephews,


evening at dusk, an old man and young
woman. The age cf the man might be
some seventy; whilst his companion had
certainly not reached nineteen. Her
beautiful, blooming face, aud active, light
and upright figure, were iu contrast with
the worn countenance and bent frame of
the CID man bnt in his eye, anG in the
corners of his mouth, were indications Of
gay sclf-confdence which age and sutl~
cring had damped, but not extineuished
$50 use looking any more, Mary"
said he. "neither John Meade nor Peter
Finch will be here before dark. Very
hard that, when sick uncle asks his
two ncphews to come and sse itiF, they
can't come at once. The duty is simple
in the extreme-only to help me to die,
and take what choose to leave them in
my will Pooh when | was a young
man, I'd have done it for my uncle with
the utmost celebrity. But the woyld 5
getting quite heartless. :"
oh SIR" said Mary.
,And what does ooh. sir mean, said
l.e. s'Do you think | shan't die? ]
know better. A little more, aud there'll
be an end of Billy CQllett. He'll have
left this dirty world for cleaner-to the
great sorrow ,and advantage 9f his al
lectonato relatives Uugh !! Give me
glass of the doctors stuff.
The girl poured some medicine into
glass. and Collect, after having contem-
plated II for moment with inhuitc dis
gust. managed to get it down.
81 tell ypu what Miss Mary Sutton
said he, Il don't by any means approve
Of your oh sir, and Dear, sir, and the
rcst Of it. when l'yo told yo. how |
nate to lie called sir at all Why you
couldn't be moro respectful i you wore
j., gnmity girl and a bca H. IN gold
acca hat Nouc Of Your uouscuso.
Ely sm.n II you pleasa. I've 1e"n
voa ia nI gnariiea com lorsia nan....
nd sou ought % know my asnsF aud
md di,Hkmg..'
My poor father often told me how you
dislikcd ceremony" said Mary
Your poor father told you quite right,
said Mr.. Collet;. Fired Sutton was
man of talent-a cqgitI tolloY! His
,,nly fault was a natural inability to keep
ii lmthing in his pocket. Poor Fred :
he loved me-rm sure lie did. lie be-
yuoathed me his only child-and it int
every friend weulI do that =
.A kind and generous. protector you
have bceA -
well don't know; I've tried not to
be a brute, but dare say | havd been.
Don't | speak roughly to you something's!
Haven't | given you good prudent, word
Iy advice about John Meade, and made
myself quite disugrceable, ard like
guardian Come, confess you love tbs
pcunylcss nephew Of miGe"
"Pcnnyless indeed r. said Mary.
''Ah. there it is :" saio Mr.. Coilctt.-
And what business has a poor devil of
an artist to fall in love with my ward!--
And what business has myNward to fall
in love with a poor devil of an artist ?
But that's Fred Sutton's daughter all
oycr,-iIaven'tI two nephcws? Why
couldn't you fall in love with the discreet
ona-the thriving one! Peter Finch
considering c 5 an attorney-o ayouag
man. lie is industrious in the extreme,
and attends to other geople's business on
ly when he is paid for it. He dcSpises
Sentiment and always looks to the main
chance. But John Meade, my dear Ma
ry may spoil canvass forever, and not
grow fich He's all fer art, and truth,
and social reform, and spiritual elevation
and tbs. Lord knows what. Peter Finch
will ride in his carriage, apd splash poor
John Meade as he trpdges on foot"
The harangue was here interrupted by
a ring a. the gate, and Mr.. Peter Finch
was announced. He had scarcely taken
his seat when another pull at the bell
was heard, aud Mr.. John Meade was
announced.
MIR. Collet eyed his two nepheYs Tilh
a queer sort Of smile, whilst they made
speeches expressive of sorrow at the ma
t,pre Of their visit. At last stopping
1henls
g Enough, boys enough said he.--I
Let US fnd some better subject to dis
cuss than the state Of an old man health,
Z Eant to know little more about you
both havnt seen much OF you up to
the present. time, aud for anything |
know you may be rogues or FOOLS"
John Meade seemed rather to wince
under this address; but Peter Finch sat
calm and confident