The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-07-11
MIR. ARKWRIGHT'S WILL.


when that worthy had been sitting with
him over the sherry and pineapple desert
"What very fine young men your
nophews are, Mr.. Arkwright"
ayes" muttered Amos, IL suppose
they are very fine young men-very fine
young men, indeed But I wish they
hadn't been brought up with the idea
that they had a rich uncle to fall back
upon. Florian is desperately extrava-
giant young coxcomb, without an idea in
his head except the club house and his
new silver dressing box and as for Al
bert, studious and thorough going though
he may be, there's something about him
that always reminds me Of the ring of
false metal Since the days of Joseph
Surface, no one has ever really believed
in these model young men. It's perplex-
ing-it is.upon my word. I've almost a
mind to turn my fortune into gold bars
and throw it into tho East River l re-
ally believe the boys would do better if |
were bankrupt Halo here comes
Florian now" .....
Florian Leverson lounged into the
room, handsome, blue-eyed young man,
with gold brown hair, and a merry Appel
lo-shaped mouth. a.7 u..
"Woll, uncle" saluted the youth,
dropping languidly into a chair
"Well, young man," brusquely re-
sponded the uncle, in tone denoting no
very rapturous welcome.
' l was just looking for you, uncle"
"Were you indeed ?" said the old man,
dryly.
Il wanted to tell you something"
More debts, eh p
Not exactly, sir. Uncle" with des-
perate effort, as one might pull the string
of an iced shower-bath, I'm engaged to
be married?"
" And who is the young lady?"
Alice Dean"
GA pretty girl very, for those who
fancy the Anglo Saxon style of good
looks, but you have made fool of your
self"
4" In what way, sir?" demanded Flo
rian.
"She don't care a straw for you--it's
your expectations she's going to marry"
"Uncle" ...
"Don't tell me !" cried Mr. Arkwright.
AS if | hadn't found out the hollow
hypocrisy of this scheming, knav;sh world
long before you were born! Marry the
girl be a fool if you like; but mark my
words, if you weren't the nephew of
Amos Arkwright, the rich old bachelor,
Alice Dean, wouldn't look at you twice "
Uncle, you are speaking what is
false"
"Hold your tongue !" wrathfully inter-
jected MIR. Arkwright, cor I'll disinherit
youw
/" l would rather be disinherited than
thus insulted," rejoined the ot,tempered
nephew.
BY way of answer, Mr.. Arkwright
merely rose and strobe out of the room,
nearly tumbling over his other nephew,
Albert Wheatley, at the head of the
stairs.
"My dear uncle!" cried Albert, a tall
dark, stylish looking man, with voice
as soft as a flute.
Don't speak to me-" Mr.. Arkwright,
" for I'm in passion.
=" In passion, uncle" !"
With your shiftless, good for nothing
jackanapes of cousin, Florian Leverson.
Albert Wheatley's face assumed mild
expression of sympathetic regret
" 1t is scarcely to be wondered at, I'm
Gle Arkwright. Florian's principles are
indeed to be deplored,"
Mr. Arkwright cut Albert short by
hurrying past him down stairs, and shoot
out into the street.
Half an hour afterwards he came back
in hustle.
Boys" he cried, putting his head in
to the room where his nephews were en-
during one another's company by the ad.
ventitious aid of the evenings newspa-
pers, "I've got to go West to see about
the railroad lands I've been buying
There's trouble in the new board of di-
rectors, and must look after my inter-
ests in person"
And thus disappeared Mr.. Amos Ark
wright.
Alice Dean was re-trimming her opera
hat week or two afterwards, when the
door opened, and Florian Leverson walk
deliberately in
She smiled a welcome to her lover
But then she noticed that he looked very
pale.
" Elorjan. what has honnenad 9u