Weekly Trinity journal., 1868-08-01
WEEKLY TRINITY JOURNAL.
A short story for Young Men.

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sharply, from head to toe.
Despite his rather indolent effeminate air.
which was merely the result of his education,
Luke Jordan ine-looking iehow' anu not
easily moved from his self-possession, out ne
colored and grew confused beneath that snarp,
ecrutinizng look.
"Yes, sir. spoke to Miss Mary last evening,
and she-she referred me to you"
The old mans face softened.
"Moy is good girl a very good girl be
said, stroking his chin with a thoughtful air,
"and she deserves good husband. What can
you do?"
The young man looked blank at this abrupt
inquiry.
you refer to my ability to support wife,
l can assure you-'
a. know that you are a rich man, Luke Jor-
dan, bat | take it for granted that you ask my
girl to marry you, not your property. What
guarantee ca u you give me, in case it should be
swept away-as it is in a thousand instances
that you could provide comfortable home for
her? You have hands and brains-do you know
how to use them2 Again l ask, what can you
doT'
This was style of catechism for which Luke
was quite unprepared and he stared blankly at
the questioner without speaking.
g. | believe you managed to get through COL
lege-have you any profession p
No, sir; thought"
Have you any trader"
90 No sir; my father tnougnt tnat with the
wealth that should inherit, should not need
any"
q Your father thought like fool, then. He'd
much better have given you some honest occu-
patton and cut you off with shilling-it might
have been the making of you. AS 1t is, what
are you fit for? Here you are, strong, able
bodied man, twenty-four years old, aud never
earned dollar in your lie You ought 10 De
ashamed of yourself"
stAnd you want to marry my daughter" re-
sumed the old man, after few vigorous pufs at
his pipe Now have given Molly as good ad-
vantages for learning as any girl in town, and
she hasn't thrown EN- away but II she dldn
know how to work. she'd be daughter of
mine If choose, could keep more than one
servant; but | don't no more than | choose that
nv daughter should be pale, spiritess crea-
ture, full of dyspepsia and all manner of fine
lady ailments. instead OF the smiling, bright
eyed rosy checked lass she is. ] did say that
she should marry no lad tn had been cursed
with rich father; but 81 taken foolish
liking to you, and III tell y what I'll do: go
to work aud prove yourself 10 be man perfect
in some occupation-I do not care what, SO it be
honest; then come to me, and, the girl IS will
ing, she is yours
As the old man said this he deliberately
knocked the ashes from his pipe against one of
the pillars of the porch where he sitting,
tucked it into his vest pocket, and went into the
house.
Pretty Mary Blifkins was waiting to see her
lover down at the garden gate, their usual trist-
ing place. The smiling light faded from her eyes
as she noticed his sober, discounted look.
" Father means we'll, she said, as Luke told
her the result OF his application.
"And am not sure but what be is about
right" she resumed, after thoughtful pause.
"for it seems TO me that every man, be he rich
or poor ought to have some occupation"
Then, as she noticed her lovers grave look,
she added softly
"Never mind I'll wait for you, Luke"
Luke Jordon suddenly disappeared from his
accustomed |haunts, much to the surprise of his
gay associates. But, wherever he went, be car
red with him in his exile these words, and
which were like tower of strength to his soul,
"Tll wait for you, Luke"
One pleasant, sunshiny morning, late in Octo-
Der, Ms Blifkius was propping up the grapevine
in Lis front yard, that threatened to break down
with the weight of its luxurious burden, neat
looking cart drove up, from which Luke Jordan
alighted with quick. elastic spring, quite in
contrast to his former easy, leisurely movements.
Good morning. Mr.. BlifkiEs, | understood
that you wanted 10 buy some butter tubs and
cider barrels think have some here that will
just suit you"
"Whose make are they?' inquired the old
man, opening the gate, he paused by the
wagon"
Mine" replied Luke, with an air of pardon
State to beat them"
Mr.. Blifkins examined them critically, one by
one.
"They II do" he said, as he set down the last
of the lot. " What will you take for them p
" What | asked you for six months ago to-day
your daughter. sir"
The roguish twinkle in the old mans eye
broadened into a smile. -
/" You've got the right metal in you after al
he cried Come in, lad, come in shouldSt'
wonder If we made trade, after ALL
Nothing 10th, Luke obeyed.
"Molly !" bawled Mr.. Blifkins, thrusing his
head into the kitchen door.
Molly tripped ont into the entry. The round
white arms were barred to her elbows, and bore
traces of the -four she had been sitting. Her
dress a neat gingham, over which was tied
a blue-checked apron but she looked winning
and lovely as she always did wherever she was
found.
She blushed and smiled as she saw Luke, and
then, turning her eyes upon her father, waited
dutifully TO hear what he had to say.
The old man regarded the daughter quizzi-
cally.
.sMolly, this young man-mayhap you have
seen him before-has brought me a lot of tubs
and barrels, all of his own make-a right good
article, TOO. He asks pretty steep price for
'em-but if you are willing to give it, we'll and
good and hark, you, my girl, whatever bargain
you make yonr old father will ratify"
As Mr.. Blifkins said this, he considerably
stepped out of the ROOM and we will follow his
example But the kind of bargain the young
people made can readily be imagined by the
speedy wedding which followed.
Luke Jordan turned his attention to the study
Of medicine. of which profession be became
useful and influential member but every year,
on the anniversary of his marriage he delights his
father-in-l law by some specimen of the handicraft
by which he won what he declares TO oe "tne
hoct nd xpif in the world. -
The DRuYKARD FATHER.-Yonder is a father
and husband. Let US follow him to that house
no longer home, where lonely and heart
broken wife sits covering over the embers. and
with half-starved children awaits with trembling
the hour of his approach. She was once lovely
bride, and she united her destinies with one
every way worthy of her affection. Look at those
ragged and neglected children They have
tasted the sweets of competency. and have heard
the soft accents of fathers love. And now
look at that bloated and loathsome wretch, hold