Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1872-03-15

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Ferdinand at work; and Miss Adele Mat
rice, with whom he had led the German
three nights before-for our hero was wba
is called a '~'society young man"-stare
with all her eyes, and like the priest an
Levite in the parable, passed by on the 9th
er side.
"Let her co." said Mr.. Allaire to himself
"What do Icare?'
But as an open barouche rolled by, and
stick Of viciously minded wood spun from
the reueing stroke of the axe directly int
the velvet-cushioned seat, opposite a tall
wbite-haired old man, who sat there in dig
ni6ed state, our hero looked up APOLOGIZE
cally.
II beg your pardon, SRI didn't mean
be began politely. :.
And then he stopped, in amazement. l
was Mr.. Laurence Allaire, the very grin
old uncle who had refused to c%ountenance
the unreasonable nephew who presumed te
prefer literature and the beOes-lettres to
seat in the clearinghouse Of Allaire d
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"Now I'm done for, past all redemption,
groaned Mr.. Ferdinand to himself. ''Un-
Gle Laurence was quite angry enough with
me before, but mow he'll have a text to
preach a sermon that will last himItbe rest
Of bis life. The predigal eating husks-
the Israelites making bricks in "a land OF
captivity .t9 II told you so, and it serves the
young scapegrace right" Now what evil
genius sent my uncle Laurence down this
street just now, Of all times in the world =
He cut me out of his will three months ago (;
now he will add a special clause of obloquy
and disgrace. Well, Icau't help itt' a.
Old Mr.. Allaire had opened his keen
blue eyes very wide at the unwonted sight
of his aristocratic nephew splitting wood !;
but it had not produced exactly the effect
upon him which Ferdinand so darkly proph-
esied. He sat up as straight as ever in his
carriage, gravely meditating. gI.
s.Stokes! !" said he to his coachman. ~
"Sir?" said Stokes.
"Drivc to Mr.. Pennawinks."
eye, sir" said Stokes.
s'Didn't know the boy had so much pluck
in him. said Mr.. Laurence Allaire to him
self, stroking his frost-white mustache.-
s'The only relative I've got in the world,
after all no use in making an obstinate old
stage uncle of myself. Pennawinks."
Eyes, sir" said the lawyer, from his
leathcr.covered chair, .as Mr.. Allaire walk
ed into a stuffy little Office smelling of law
books and stale cigar smoke.
Il van my will restored to its original
form Pennawinks." sts
Mr.. P%ennawinks elevated his shaggy
gray brows, but made no other sign Of
amazement. MI oduirari was his motto
in legal matters.
every we'll, sir. I'll bring it round to.
morrow" he answered.
"No, you'll not. You'll do it now,
while | am waiting. Now is the accepted
time, for old men like you and me, Penpa-
walks"
Exactly SO y said Mr.. Pennawinks.-
$50 Mr.. Ferdinand has reformed :"
"Well-no-I can't say that exactly"
said the old banker stifay. ''But there's
more genuine stuff in the lad than | had
any idea Of. l shall invite him to dinner
this afternoon"
But Mr.. Allaire had issued bis last din
ner invitation.
"Apoplexy," said one doctor.
"Heart disease" said a second.
'Paralysis-clearly paralysis" asserted a
third.
And Ferdinand Allaire heard the news
lust as be was buttoning on his gold cuff
studs, after finishing the job Of kindling
wood-the best job, had he but known it,
that ever be undertook in his life. His un.
ole Laurence was dead, and he was the
heir.
"Jemima." said Mr.. Allaire, composed
ly walking info the dining-room where the
pretty Jemima was polishing goblets. "Im
going away
1--WE heard it ALL" said Jemima, and it's
like a story paper exactly. "Who could
have thought things we're going to turn out
so ? Not [, certainly :"
.'Nor l." said Mr.. Allaire. "yemima 7"
"Well,' said Jemima, surveying a flaw
in the glass of one special chalice with eyes
full of resolutely depressed tears.
You wouldn't take me this morning,
when | offered myself to you.
'Of course that was all nonsense said
Jemima"
cit might have been nonsense then" said
Ferdinand, ''but it's sober earnest now. l
can keep a wife decently now, Jemima, will
you have me-
eyes, | will" said yemima, laughing
and crying at the same time.
And that was what came of Ferdinand
Allaire's job Of wood saving.
The RICH AND THE Poor -Wha is
wealth? Wealth is whatever men can real