The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1872-01-27
The Disinheritsd Nephew.

Mr.. Amos Arkwright eat before
his study fire, coeitating. He was
thinking over the words uttered by
Squire Houseworth half an hour
before when that worthy had been
sitting with him over the sherry
and pine apples at his desert.
What very fine yonng men your
nephews are, Mr.. Arkwright'
Yes muttered Amos, Il sup
pose 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 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 Albert, studious
and thorough-going as he may be,
there's something about him that
always reminds me Of the ring of
false mettle. Since the days of
Joseph Surface, no one has ever
believed in those model young
men. It's perplexing-it is, upon
my word. I've almost mind to
turn my money into gold bars and
throw it all into the East River.
I really believe the boys would do
better if I were bankrupt. Halo!
here comes FIorian. now
Florian Leverson lounged into
the room, q handsome, blue eyed
young nan, with S old-brown hair.
merry Apollo-shaped mouth
We'll, uncle,' saluted the youth,
dropping langaidly into chair.
well, young man. brusqueiy
responded the uncle. in tone de
noting no very rapturous welcome
4 was just looking for You, un-
cle.'
Were you. indeed responded
the old man, dryly.
Il wanted to tell you something
| 'More debts, eh2'
Not exactly, sir, uncle,' with I
desperate effort, ~ one might pull
the string Of an iced shower bath
| I'm engaged to be married.
And who 10 the young lady?'
Alice Dean
"A pretty girl, very. for thos'
who fancy the Anglo-Spanisl
style of good looks; but you'v v
made fool Of yourself.'
In what way, sir2' demande,
Florian.
She don't care q straw for you
it's your expectations she's goin
to marry
l :Uncle!'
Don't tell mel cried Mr.. Ark
wright. As il / hadn't found ou
the hollow hypocrisy of thi
scheming, knavish world long he
fore you were born. Marry tn
girl-but mark my words; if 20
weren't the nephew of Amos Ark
wright, the rich old bachelor, Alic
Dean wouldn't look at you mor
than twice.
uncle. you are speaking VIII,
10 false!'
Hold your tongue wrathfnll
interjected Mr.. Arkwright, or r
disinherit you.'
Il would rather be disinheire
than thus insulted,' returned til
no, tempered nephew.
BY way Of answer Mr. Arkwrigl
merely rose and strobe out OF II
room, nearly tumbling over b
other nephew, Albert Wheatly /,
the head OF stairs.
MY dear uncle cried Alber
tall, dark, stylish looking maj
with voice as soft rs a flute.
Don't speak to me- cried MI
Arkwright. for I'm in q passion
In . passion, uncle?'
with your shiftless, good-fol
nothing jackanapes of a cousil
Florian Leverson.'
albert Whestly's face assume
mild expression Of sympatheti
regret.
1t is scarcely 70 be wondered q
uncle. Florain's priciples are il
deed to be very much deplored.
Mr.. Arkwright cut Albert sho
BY hurrying past him down stair
and shooting into the street.
Haitian hour afterwards he can
back in Q hustle.
Boys. he cried, putting his hes
. into the room where hia nephe,
, were enduring one snetl er's con
: pAny BY the Adyentitious aid