The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1871-11-25
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TIE prs1NHERIrED NEPHEW.


bonr before when that worthy had been sitting
with hin over the sherry and pineappies at bis
desert.
'.What very fne young men your nephews
are. Mr.. Arkwri yht.'
.Yes.- mut,ered Amos, ~ suppose they are
very fine Young men-very fine young men IN
deed. Bat wish they hadn't been brought up
with the idea ,hst they had rich uncle to fall
baci, uplr FlOri n Is de-parateiy extrava-
CANT young coxcomh, without n idea IN MS
head except the Club House and his new silver
dressing box: aud for Albert, studious and
thorouyh-going r he may be, there's something
about him that always reminds rae OF the ring
of false metal. Siace the days of joseph Sur.
face. no one has ever believed in those model
Young men. It's perplex,ng-it Is, upon my
word I've almost mind to turn my money
into gold bars and throw it all into the East
River. 1 really believe the boys would do bet
ter ii were bankrupt. Halo! here comes Flor.
ian, now
Floriau Leversou iouuged into the room.
handsome, blue-eyed young mrn, with gold
brown hair, and fine, merry Appoio-shaped
mouth.
"wel. uncle" saluted the youth, dropping
languidly into chair.
"Wen. young man." brusquely responded the
uncle, in i tone denoting no very rapturous
welcome.
81 was just looking for you, uncle
were you, lhueeu, responded inc oio man,
driy.
81 wanted to tell you something
"More debts, eh 7"
'Not exactly sir, uncle" with desperate eff
fort, as one might pull the string Of an iced
shower-ba,h, "Im engaged to he married"
"And who is the young LADY,"
"Alice Dean"
"a pretty girl, very, for those who fancy the
Anglo-Spanish style of good looks but you've
made fool OF yourself
ain what way, sir?' demanded Florian.
''She don't care straw for you-it's your ex-
pectatons she's going to marry"
"Uncle!"
"Don't tell me !" cried Mr.. Arkwrisht "As
if I hadn't found out the hollow hypocrisy Of
this schemng, hnayish world long before you
were born. Marry the grl-be fool. if you
like; but mark my words; if you weren't the
nephew of Amos Arkwright. the rich old bachel-
or, Alice Dean wouldn't look at you more than
twice"
"Cncl,, you are speaking what is false!'
al / your tongue" wrathfully interjected
Mr. 4 Il wright cor I'll disinherit you'll"
~ would rat nr be d,sinherted than thus in
sllteu,' returned the hot.tempered nephew.
BY way of answer Mr. Arkwright merely rose
and STROBE out of tbH room, nearly tUmbliug
err his other Neplew, Albert Wheatly, ut the
head of the STAIRS
my dear uncle" cried Albert, tall, dark,
stylish lookin-; MAJ, with voice soft AS Il
hute.
Don't spoal, to ilc," cried Mr.. Ark wright. for
I'm in q passion"
"In passion, uncle!
with You shiitess, good.for.nothing iacka.
napes of II c2usin, Florian Lverson'
Albert Wheatley's face assumed mild ex-
preston of sympathetic regret.
ait is scarcely to be wondered at, uncle, Flor
JAMS principles are indeed to be very much de.
plored."
Mr.. Arkwrieht cut Albert short by hurrying
past him down stairs, and shooting into the
street.
Half an hour afterwards he came back in
hustle.
"Boys." he cried putting his head into the
room where his nephews were enduring one
ano'hers company by the adventurous aid of the
evening newspapers 1--WE got TO 20 out west to
sec about the railroad lands I've been buying
There has been trouble in the new Board of
Directors, and | must look after my interests in
person."
And thus disappeared Mr.. Amos Ark wright
Alice Dean was retrmming her opera hat a
week or two afterwards, when the door OPEN
ed, and Florlan Leverson walked deliberately in.
She smiled welcome to her lover. But then
she noticed he looked very pale
"Forian, what has happened?"
81 have bad news to tell you, Alice" said
Florian Liverson seating himself beside her,
"My uncle has died somewhere out west. He
has been threatened with apoplexy for some time
past, but he was person who never took any
precaution tor his health and now I am left q
peggar."
80, Florian, l thought he was rich I"
$50 he was: but through some strange piQue
or perverson, he has left his fortune to my cous.
in Albert"
"But LIr. Wheatly will surely divide with
you, Floriau he knows that you two we're
brought up together in anticipation of an equal
share of the family estate"
Florian's lips curved bitterly.
"Iou do not know Albert Whestly. Alice:
he is selfish, cruel md grasping. l never knew
him to share rs much as TN apple or II handful of
marbles with any one else"
"lhen. Florian--"
"Then, Alice my little treasure there is but
one alternative left open to me-to give you back
the troth you plishted to me. 1 can not drag
yoa down to poverty with me now"
"Florian," cried Alice, with the tears flushing
into her soft eyes and deeper dye of crimson
coming to her cheek, do you think would give
up your love now. Never, dearest. Lot ne be
poor and happy together we Can both work,
and love will send bright sunshine over the
darkest lot"
But, Alice, You have been so teuderly brought
up
"Do you think I'm dependent on a velv.,
carpets and diamonds. ANA box At the op.r.
for my happiness florian ~ ahe asked, almost
reprptch(uily.
My darling" WIS his low.niur,nured reply.
ns he folded her 10 his heart Let Albert
Whestly have the Arkwright fortune now
envy none OF ITS yellow plnrr, since yuur noble