Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1869-01-16
TALES AND SKETCHES.
GEHTRg|DE'S tyOOHNG.

81 really don't think that twenty ounces
Of brains have comeo into the world for the
last twenty five years." said old Sir Guy,
tcst:ly--"not twenty ounces of brains, mad
ams," he repeated, his eye falling on his
stately old hOusekeeper as she entered the
room for orders.
1t was a cheerful scene, that old breakfast
room. with its dark oaken wainscoating and
quantity carved cornice, the richly curtained
windows opening on II velvety lawn. and the
table with its snowy dHmask and massive
service Even old Sir Guy DENLY himself,
silver haired and feeble, his gnuty foot
stretched on an embroidered stool. his broad
rosy countenance contracted into a true
British frown, looked the fine old English
gentleman" to perfection.
Nothing wrong with the young master,
hope, sir 2" said Mrs. Comfy, respectfully, as
her glance rested on the open letter in Sir
Guys hand.
The young rascal is well enough" replied
Sir Guy--"too well, indeed. He is getting
| beyond himself entirely. a dutilul son,
| upon my word :"
Master Guy was always a dutirul lad,
sir," replied the old housekeeper, with an
air of mothcrly pride.
"Dutiful, madame ?" the old gentleman
exclaimed, irately. "Feyy dutifui, indeed
| Listen to this, madame" he continued, tax.
| ing up letter indicted in a bold manly
hand. This is du,iful way to talk to his
old grandfather about the marriage he has
set his heart on Tor the last five years i
cannot think, my dear grandfather, that you
speak seriously in allusion to MY little cous
| in. From what you have written, | should
! Judge her to be merely ii child, to whom
will pledge myself to prove tender, loving
brother, but nothing more. For .he last few
wears | have, as you wished, visited all the
leading capitals in Europe, pinglng with
| the nobleSt and most beautiful Of both sexes.
| have fingered delightful hours in the salons
| of Paris, where woman wields an all potent
Sceptre, yet | am returning home heart free.
But my ideal of a wife is a lofty one. No
more prettiness or dainty accomplishments
will content me. She to whom l surrender
my heart must be
| "A perfect woman, nobly planned,
| To warm, to comfort, and command"
a woman high-souled as well as h-born,
mentally my equal, morally my superior
appeal to you, Mrs. Comfy, as II woman OF
sound sense" continued old Sir Guy, folding
the letter, did you ever hear such a TRADE
of high. sounding tom faolery before 2 The
young people of the present generation,
madame, are mad-ma as March hares-
and Guy leads the race"
IL think, sir, when Guy sees our young
mistresss sweet face he will come over to
your way Of thinking, for a loveler young
lady, or kinder, was never in the family
before"
"Parisan salons indeed ~ muttered SiI
Guy, regardless of his humble friends at,
tempt at consolation. 81 suppose the next
thing We hear he will be bringing home
some ilighty wife, to chatter her conlounded
lingo in my old ears, and dine off frogs and
garlic beneath my very nose. But no ht
shall never do that while | am master oi
DENLY. He shall go to Calcutta trst--tc
Calcutta, madame and lose his liver there
MS many better man has done before hlm
y perfect woman indeed !" continued the
old gentleman, growing quite purple with
Indignation. "Twadde--ali twaddle! A,
II my violeteyed little Gcrtie were not good
enough tor Prince Imperial !"
But remember, sir" mildly interrupted
good Mrs. Comfy, "he has not seen ber since
she was thirteen-four years ago, sir"
"What of that, madame I" said Sir Guy
sharply. "lie shall marry her nevertheless
or not one farthing of mine shall he touch
Let him take DENLY and its barren acres anC
do what he can with them, but not on,
tarthing of the few pounds I've managed II
scrspe together. i turned her mother out o
doors, aud broke her heart like the old brut
that was don't interrupt me, Comfy yol
know it is true and | am determined t,
make it up to her daughter Gertie, my lit
tie blossom, shall be the lady of Denby G,
now, good Comfy, and send her to me n,
ono else can make my coffee properly. Tel
Gerte want her, but not word of what
have been saying to you" And old Sir Gu
quieted down little, and proceeded wit
his morning letters.
But Sir Guys cautious warning was use
less Gerte had heard ALL Closely veie'
by the dropping vines that fcstooned th