Weekly Trinity journal., 1870-12-31
NUMBER 50.

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the staircase. But, looking through the half
closed door, | saw group in the entry that ar
rested my footsteps. could not stir There
was no venerable whtehaired gentleman, such
as had pictured this uncle Charles now stand
ing before Christie under the entry lamp This
man was tall and handsome, barely thirty years
Of age, iAhe full vigor of youth. Just as saw
him he was saying
=" could not ask you in those crowded rooms,
Christie but if you will unclasp that bracelet
for me, and let me see the initials engraved in
SIDE, shall be very glad. IL saw set like
them once They are very odd Miss Grey's,
YOU said2"
eyes; she lent them to me this evening"
She she-bought them of some one did she
not2"
"oh no they were New Years gift from
,rIend' who Invented the design. Here is the
bracelet, uncle Charlcsn
His hand trembled so that he could scarcely
hold it while he read the initials &C. r." to
II, r."
| could not resist any longer Trying to
steady my steps, went to meet him.
" Ella my EIal" That was the cry of my
faithful lover as he c0sped me in his arms
Nine again mine p he murmured And I,
in dream of bliss that was almost delirium
could only lie there, too happy to speak.
all 2'
"Shc is my betrothcd wife, little niece" he
answered, in Il broken voice, "whom | have
sought for seven long years, but now will hold
till death partsns ana he strained me to him,
MS if he meant the words literally.
" But why didn't you tell u.s. Miss Jane 2"
said Christie.
How could dream that your uncle Charles
was my Charlie ~ said. - Aud now, how is it?
Your name is not Burgess, Charlie ~
"Noi but my half brothers was"
Why, to be sure, said Mrs. Burgess 1--WE
never told you that Charles was only u Younger
half brother. His name is Reynolds Wen,
Charles, she said half laughing n few minutes
later, " suppose Christie and | may retire into
the back GROUND again"
Not SO, he answered quickly. al am n
rich man, sister Mary and | know that the
same generous spirit, that took from u hard
earned pittauco the sum to purchase an evening
OF pleasure for my little nccc, will lie willing to
share husbands fortune with widowed sister
aud her child Is it not so, Ella p
You viii not love them more than do al
ready" | said, sincerely.
thought my cup of joy was full but when,
at last, We were along together Charlie told mo
that my dear, dead fathers name was cleared.
Friends who had honored and esteemed him had
thoroughly investigated the business affairs of
the firm and, after every claim was honorably
settleGi there was still left small sum- care
lally invested for the only child Of the merchant,
shonld she ever return to A., or answer tho
advertisements from time to time published in
the A. JoHyHai
We had "A quiet wedding in the surinr. Chris
tie was my only bridesmaid but we returned to
A., taking the widow and her daughter with
us. And, in my old homo, among my old
friends, now preside the happy wife of my
hrst, only tovci while ON festive occasions |
still wear Charles carbuncles.--G Godcy's Book.
BLIGurEp NEWSPAPER GGNlus.-Wo clip tho
following very truthful article from the Bulietia
Of late date;
Every now and then a wall comes up from
some one of that numerous class of dead-bcats,
who, having fliled to make himself of any ynue
to q respectable newspaper, cannot find for him
sci! place whore his mastery abilities would
be appreciated lie is next to kin to that we'll
known bhghted genius who, at some time in his
life, has had a terrible Z" back-set." Possessing,
according to his own estimate every quality Of
great journalist, the strange factis continually
cropping out that nobody quite wants him. This
newspaper nomad has hieh standard for ab-
stract journalism, but even this does not close
the door in his estimation to various little acts
aud devices, whereby he continues to write hand
some things of himself, and to let the world
know through sundry papers that he has been
strangely neglected. Now, there is not so much
newspaper talent in the world that anything
really available in that line is likely to be long
oFcrIooked. thorough-going journalist is al
there IS satisfactory evidence that he Is not lust
the man wanted There are scores of men who
lail to get any employment on leading journals
because they can give no guaranty of personal
rectltude. These leaky, bibulous fellows, drift
about and finally train in the army of incorrig-
lble dead-beats Some OF them manage to keep
up nominal connection and claim on that nc
count free rides, free lunches and free admis-
sions to all sorts of public performance. Dead
heading has become scandal and n rcproach to
decent Journalism. A respectable journalist
sustains no such relations to the public that he
can demand OF even ask to be carried over all
lines Of public travel free of charge. But these
omniverous fellows who have no status and have
never been appreciated, travel on their assurance
from one end Of the country to the other These
ubiquitous characters to a large extent, repre-
sent journalism. Is it any wonder that the pub
lie often gets poor opinion of the profession,
when these sorry specimens are so nearly omni-
present? IL is pity that these unfortunate
dead-beats could not somewhere find u place
where " brilliant talent +" is better appreciated.
But as the world is now constituted there Is
really no place for them, and that is what is
the matter.
An EvAsyE ANswER.-" Pat" said a gentle
man to his servant, " W. be busy all day and
don't want to see any person, so if any ono
inquiries if am at home, doAt tell direct lie,
but give an evasive answer.'9
" Faith an | WILL sir" replied Pat.
In the evening, wishing to know how Pat had
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