The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1870-09-16
"Oh, no." said Adelaide only q

the room suddenly.
Your sister don't seem well, said
Uncle Jonas "perhaps she doesn't
like smoke"
"She woud never dream of object
ing to wish of yours, dear Uncle"
said Adelaide fervently.
Humph!' was Mr.. Piper's only
The disagreeable old fudge
thought Addie, vindictively.
They were sitting ut the breakfast
table the next morning, when the
brought in u petition for char
ity.
=" IT is poor one-armed man, sir, I"
said Mike, Who"
Tell him To go about his business,
I''ve nothing for him. said Uncle
Jonas brusquely. And then, looking
around on his nieces, he added: :" 1t
will never do to encourage this pro-
miscuous begging"
Certainly not" said Rebecca.
L never give to u beggar i'll the
streets" said Adelaide, complacently.
Halo ! where have you been ?"
asked Uncle Jonas, rs Lottie, who had
slipped out an instant, returned with
rose-tinted cheeks and glittering eyes.
g l ran out to give little money to
the one-armed beggar," said Lottie,
"Oh, uncle, il you could have heard
how earnestly he thanked mel"
Do you mean that | was wrong
not to give him something r. irately
lskei Mr.. Piper.
did not intend to criticise your
behavior, uncle, but since you ask
me"
Well, since / do ask you, what
then?" he persisted.
" Then / must say that / think il is
your duty to give to the poor little
from your over-abnndance.
think avarice isworse than poverty. "
Lottie = reproyed Adelaide.
Let her talk, said Uncle Jonas,
:" I'm glad she despises money TO
much she won't want any of mine. .
:" / don't want your money, uncle, .
said Lottie firmly. I" ! am young and
strong, and can work for myself"
" Humph gruntcd uncle Jonas.
I" But | should like to have you love
me little, said Lottie " because You
were poor papa own uncle"
" So you take to criticising and
me, eh p
- But uncle, | must speak truth.
Adelaide and Rebccca took their
poor little sister most vehemently to
task, as soon ns they were alone.
" You are spelling all our pospects. y
said the elder.
" But. Addie, he asked me-"
I" What then 2" interposed Rebecca
" couldn YOU have equiyocated just n
little? / don't believe III these extra
tender consciences."
And Lottie felt as if she was an out
cast.
Girls" said uncle Jonas, the mex;
week, pack up your trunks. am
going to take you home tomorrow
Pider's Villa is 10 be shut up, and ]
shall spend the winter in the south
of France"
just as you please, dear uncle, y
said the two eldest neices, and Lottie
thought of seeing Hugh once more,
with great bound of her hearts
pulses.
Why, uncle JONAS" said Mrs.
Chevenel, when her three girls were
gone up stairs after tea, and she sal
on the side Of the fire with Mr.. Piper
facing her, " how do yod like my
daughters =
How do I like 'em = repeated
uncle Jonas, slowly.
3" Yes; you know mother is natu.
rally anxious"
:. To be sure" said uncle Jonas
nodding his head. Well, I've de
cided to make one of them my heir.
ess."
Mrs. Cheveners keen, gray eye,
sparkled.
Z" How kind of you how generous
dear uncle Jonas = she cried. " But
my Adelaide is most worthy of uncle's
love-
cit isn't. Adelaide" said uncle
Jonas, drily.
"Not Adelaide? But Rebecca ha.
often written in her letters, Mamma
uncle Jonas is like father to me-
every kind of Rebecca," said uncle
Jonas, energetically taking snuff, "bu
it isn't Rebecca, either. Lottie's the
girl | like"
Mrs. Chevenel started.
Yes," said he the name men
toned in my will is Charlotte Cheve
mel. l fancy the girl, she's a spic,
independent little thing, and I believe
that she loves me better than either O
the others, in spite of their soft voices
and coazing ways. I'm no fool, niece
Chevenel, and 1 used to have knacl
at reading and translating differen
characters that hasn't quite deserted
me yet. {" I tell you, Lottie's N,
heiress, you may like it or not"
Mrs. Chevenel murmured som'
faint word of acknowledgement, bu
uncle Jonas could see that she wa
sorely disappointed.
+" But l can't help it, thought un
Gle Jonas. "The two mealy-mouthet
girls may take care of themselves, bu
I'll look after the future of Lottie ant
her carpenter"
And the investments of self-sacIifc
and amiability the two elder Misse
Chevenel have made, went for moth
ing.
A retired schoolmaster excuses his pas
sion for angling by saying that, fror
constant habit, he never feels quite him
self unless he is handling the rod.