The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1869-02-09
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The Two Ncphcws.

AT the parlor window oi IL pretty villa,
near Walton, on the Thames. sat, one eve.
ming at dusk, an old man and young wo-
man. The ag, of the man might be scvcn-
ty, whist his companion had certainly
not reached nineteen. Ter beautiful,
blooming face, and active, light and up
right figure were in contrast with the worn
countchancc and bent frame OF the old
man but in his eyes, and in the cnrnors
of his mouth, were Indications of self
confidence, which age and suffering had
dumped, but not cxtinguishcd.
No use looking any more Mar, said
he; 'nciihcr John Meade nor Pctor
Finish will be here before dusk Very
hard that, when sick uncle asks hstwo
nephews to come and see him, they don't
come AT once. The duty is simple in the
extreme only TO help ME TO die, and take
wha. | choose is leave them in my will !!
Pooh ! when was II young man I'd have
done ii for my uncle with the utmost ccl-
Gritty. But the world is getting quite
heartlcss'
50 SIR said Mary,
'Anl what does %! slr, mean : sail
he. DO you think shan'i die know
better, a little more and therc'l be an
end Of Billy Collelt. He'll have left this
dirty world for clcancr--to tho great
sorrow (and advantage) OF his aftcIionatc
relatives. Ugh! Give me glass of the
doctors stuff
The girl poured some medicine in n
glass, and Colett, after having con.cm.
plated it for n moment with infinite, dis-
gust managed TO get it down.
Il tell you what, Miss Mary Sutton,
said he, Il don't by any means. approve
of your o sir, and Dear sir, and the rest
OF ii, when I've told you how hate to be
callel sir at all. Why, you couldn't be
| more respectable if you were charity
girl and bcadle in gold laced hat 7
None Of your nonsense, Mary Sutton, if
you please. I've been your lawful gunr-
dian now for six months, ard you
ought to know my likings anl dislik-
ngs.'
MY poor father often told mo how
you disiked ceremony said she,
Your poor father told you quite right,
said Mr.. Collett. Fred Sutton was a
man of talent--a capital fellow. Ills
only fault was.a natural inability to keep
a farthing in his pocket Poor Fred he
loved me--Pm sure he did. lie bequealh-
ed me his Only child-and it isn't every
friend would do that
A kind and generous protector you
have becn.'
'Well, don't know Eve tried moi
to be brute, but dare say have been.
Don't speak roughly to you somciimcsl
Haven't given you good, prudent world
| ly advice about John Meade, and mad,
myselfquito disagrceable, and like guar,
dian! Come, confess you love this pen
nilesS nephew of mine
'Pennilcss indeed ! said Mary.
All, there it isl! said Mr.. Collelt. -
And what business has poor devil of NJ
artist to fall in love with my ward Bu
that's Fred Sutton's daughter all over
Haven't | two nephewsi Why couldn'
you fall in love with the discreet one
tho thriving one! Peter Finch-con
sidering he is an attorney is n youn
: man, lie is Industrious in tho extreme
and attends to ether peoples businos
only when he is paid for it. He dcspisC
! sentiment, and always looks to the mai
chance. But John Meade, my dear Mar,
may spoil canvass forever, and not gro,
rich He's all for art and truth, and 81
cial reform, and spiritual elevation, an
, goodness knows what Peter Finch wi
ride in h.- carriage, and splash poor job
Meade as he trudgcs ON foot /
The haranguc was here interrupted i
a ring nj the gate, and Mr.. Peter Fine
4 was announced. lie had hardly taken sci