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

..Ou the contrary. as grAceless q epeudthrift "a
you ever SAY. Gambling, betting ut the races,
vicious amusenents and degrading company.
His prosperity seems to have acted on him as
have ssm.times seen sunshine act on rank, nois-
some patch of weeds, stimulating him into f,unt-
| ing folly"
.'Sp.nding the old mans money, eh ~
"Not entirely for the best of it was fortunate
" 80 tied up that he could only use the interest
but whatever could by any possibility be squan.
dered has vanished"
There was another nephew, WAS there not ?"
Yes, Florian Liyerson. He's married"
"Msrried ?"
doing WELL Nobody had auy idea of the steidi
ness and common sense there was in that young
fellow"
tieli,yf"
Il have never heard him express any such
opinion. He always declares the money
his uucle's, TO do with it as lie saw fit anu that
he had received 200 many kindnesses at the
hands Of Mr.. Arkwright to begin to critic-e his
memory now
Mr.. Parkes took snuff.
''Must be curious young man." he said drily.
"And, who, may ask, did he marry
miss Dean; and very energetic. thorough.
going little wife she makes for him In this
the disinherited nephew seems to have received
tn" most real happiness Of the two"
"lt's very peculiar sort of story" said Mr..
Parkes. rising; "but l must be going. Good
morning, Mr.. Dana I'm much obliged to you
for your poiteness about those stamps"
Aud MIR. ID ma went back to his legal tolls,
never once ni-trusting that he had been talking
to ghost.
Florian Liverson and his wife were sitting
conteatedly at their unpretending little freside,
when knock came at the door. Forian start
ed little.
"If my uncle Arkwright was not dead and
buried" he said to Alice, Il should declare that
was his knock."
"Nonsense!" said Alice, playfully, and she
There stood Nc. Arkwrght, smiling content
edly.
Good evening" said uncle Arkwright; walk
in as if nothing had happened. you're at tea
SIC. C'n you give me cup, strong, without
milk or sugar."
Alice uttered d cry, and ran behind Florian
tlori,n started at the apparation with face
pale as ashes.
"Uncle!"
Eyes, it is l." said Mr. Arkwright, warming
mis- co4t.tai's 1t the fire. I'm not dead. I've
been alive in Chicago the whole time; but you
understand, l wanted to see for myself how
things were going to work. | have found it all
ont. Albert is mean scamp, and you and
this bright.eyed little wife of yours-come here.
my dear. md give me kiss-are trumps."
Mrs. Alice now convinced that Uncle Amos
seas Uncle Amos and no sheeted ghost. but rath.
er plump old gentleman, in gray wooden suit
and CATERS, came accordingly with the fragrant
kiss 90 her cherry lips, to the capricious old
millionaire While Florian, as his uncle said,
"hehaved more like an insane school.boy, than
reasoning member of society,"
Uncle Arkwrght's little stratagem had sue.
ceeded brilliantly in discerning the false stone
from the diamond. Albert Wheatly. shorn of
the glitter OF his temporary prosperity, is bill
lizard maker now, somewhere in the south and
Mr. Arkwright is domiciled with Mr. and Mrs.
Florian Leversou, and the most complacent old
gentleman North of MasoA and Dixon's line.