The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1868-02-14


is all that laborrrs can claim--all that |
they should have. Nothing ac;s more |
pernciuusly than the absurd support |
called charity"
"lfear, heart" said Collrtt. "You'rt |
"A clever fellow, Peter. Go on, my dear
nny. 20 on"
"Waat results from charitable aid?' |
continued Peter. "rhc value of labor |
l., kept 1t an unnatural level. State |
cnai'y L. : a.c robbery; ptiva.e chari-
t. iSpLhlic wrorg."
"rhat', it, Peter" said Mr.. Collctt.
II don'l believe it," said John. You |
were quite right to give the man shil |
li"g; I'd have given him n shilling
myself"
"Oh, you would-would you?" said
Mr.. Colictt. YOU'RE very generous
with your shillings. You would fly in |
the face Of all orthodox economy, you
Vandal?'
"Ies," aaid John, "as the Nandas
flew in the face Of Rome, and destroyed |
what had become a falsehood and
nuisance"
"Poor John :" said Mr. Collett. 1--WE |
shall never make anything OF him, Pc !
ter. Really, we'd better talk OF some
thing else. John tell us about the last
new novel;
They conversed on various topics un-
til the arrival Of the invalid's early bed
time parted the uncle and the nephew
for the night
Mary Sutton seized an Opportunity to
speak with John Meade alone.
"John," said she, "do think more Of
your own interest--of our interest.
| Wha' occasion had you for being so Vi
| olent last night, and contradict Mr. Col
lett so shockingly? saw Peter Finch
laughing to himself John, you must
be more careful, or we shall never be
married"
"Well, Mary, I'll do my best" said
John. at was that confounded Peter,
with his chain Of iron maxims, that
made me fly out. I'm not All iceberg,
Mary"
THANK heaven, you are not!' said
Mary, "but an iceberg f!oats-think Of
that, John. Remcmber-every time
you offend Mr.. Collctt, you please Mr..
Finch"
$50 do" said John, eyes, III re-
member that"
"If you would only try to be 4 little
mean and har,l-hearted," said Mary,
Just little to begin with! You would
only stoop to conquer-and you deserve
to conquer"
"May gain my deserts them" said
John. care you not to be my loving
wife. Mary? Are you not to sit ut nee
: de work in my studio, whilst l pain
my historical picture" How can this
come to pass, if Mr.. Colictt Will tic
nothing FOR us?'
"Ah. how, indccd'' said Mary. "Ba'
ne. c's oar frielI Peter Finch canning
l. iho gatc from his walk. !e,sve you
.s."."2r."
~ 49, -, Ing. she Withdrew.
':.&. Nt.at 7 said Peter, rs l.,
r!,t i ;-kdiknls in ,IoHS Of II tin'
nInlul e In, jhi," Eve hrt'n through
a tntrt az. y " an lg'y p'acr--b1l
waits lacking aft,', sadly. Road.
,!arn"fully muddy; pige allowed tt
un!k ON tho foot-phth."
"Drcadiui :" exclaimed john.
81 say, yOu-you came out pretty
} strong last night" said Peter. "Quit'
dcfed the old man. But l like youI
{ spirit"
-! have no doubt you do,' though
} John.
"Oh, when was a youth, I thought
4 Il little that way, myself" said Peter
"But the world world my dear sil
! soon cures u Of romantic notions.
regret, of cour-c, to 81" people miscra
u BILE; but whats the use of regretting
y It's no part Of the business Of the supe
\ rior class TO interfere with the laws o
: supply and demand; poor people III US
= be miserable. what can't be cured
v must be endured"
Exactly so,' said John.
Mr.. Collctt this day was 100 i'll to leav'
!. his bed About noon he requested t
II see them in his bedroom. They foun'
Z him propped up by pillows; very veal
II but in good spirits a usual.
y "Well. boys" said he, "here ! an
s. you see, brought to anchor at last. Th
II doctor will be here soon, suppose, t
- shake his head and write receipts. Al
n humbuy, my boys! Patients can do
D well for themselves, | believe, ~ doc
'r tors can do for them; they're in tn
,s dark altogcther-the only difference
n that the patients grope in English an
l. the doctors in Latin.
8 "You're too skcptical," said Joh
D, Meade.
ID "Pooh !" said Mr.. Collett. "Let |
IN change the subject. want your Sc
ns vice. Peter and John, on matter tn,
concerns your interest. I'm going
ii make my will to-day--and don
rr know how to act about your cousi
Iy Emma Briggs. Emma disgraced us t
1c marrying an oil-man."
~ "An GILMAN I" exclaimed John.
"a vulgar, shocking oil-man," "a
W Mr.. Collett, "a wretch who not on
1t sold oil, but soap, candles, turrnntin
n. black cad, and birch broomS. 1t was
At dreadful blow to the fam ly. Her po
grandfather never got over it, and
I'd mailcn aunt turned Methodist In d'
he pair, Well, Briggs, the Gilman, Ill
III iast week. and his widow has writ
II 20 mc, ask ing for assistance. Now | ha
I" horghi ~ leaving hera hundred d
! .,,r Vrai in MY viii. What do y
-, q! ~? m tmid she dod't d
e. ,s,"ri W., r,,:ht had he tn mar
9 ,.. .,.. ,hrnd loo o, her 'rirnh,: WI
ave IL dr with hrr m,Sinrtunr~ :"
II; My in,ud ia quite made up" ,f