Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1872-09-11
the DIsINHERIrED.

-'A' 1AhhOo 1AA Wright sat oCioI Z
his study fire cogitating. He was
thinking over tie words uttered by
Squire Conscworth half an hour be-
fore, when that worthy had been sit
ting with him over the sherry and
pine-apples al desert.
What very fine young men your
nephews are, Mr.. Arkwrisht!' -
EYES," muttcrcd Amos, "I sup
pose they are very fine young men
very fine young men indeed. But
l wish they hadn't been brought up
with the idea that they had "a rich
uncle to fall back upon. Florian is a
desperately cxtravagant Young cox
comb, WITHOUT an idea i'll his head eX-
cept the club house and his new sill
yer dressing box and as for Albert,
studiods and thoroughgoing as 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 be-
lieved in those model young men.
I've almost Il mind to turn my money
into goid-bars and throw it into the
East river. Ircallv believe the boys
wculd do better if were bankrupt
Halo here comes FlOrian now.''
Florian Leverson loungcd into the
room, a handsome, blue-eyed young
man, with gold-brown hair, and a
merry Apollo-shaped mouth.
"Wcll, uncle" saiuted the youth,
dropping languidly into a chair.
"Wcll, young man." brusquely re-
spondcd the uncle, in tone demo-
ting no very rapturous welcome.
"Iwas just looking for you, un-
cle."
"Were you, indeed 2" said the old
man dryly.
81 wanted to tell you something"
"More debts, ell ?"
"Not exactly, sir. Uncle" with n
desperate 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-Spanish style of good
looks; but you've made a fool of
yourself"
"In what way. sir ?" demanded
Florian.
"Shc don't care a straw for you-
it's your expectations she's going to
marry"
"Uncle!''
"Don't tell me ~ cried Mr.. Ark
wright. GAS if l didn't find out
the hollow hypocrisy of this schem-
ing, knavish world long before you
were born. Marry the girl-be 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 In
terjected Mr.. Arkwright, "or I'll dis
inherit you!'
"I would rather be disinhcrited
than thus insulted," rejoined the hot
tempered nephew.
BY way of answer, Mr.. Arkwright
merely rose and strobe out of the
room, nearly tumbling over his other
nephew, Albert Whcatley ,at the head
of the stairs.
"My dear uncle" cried Albert, q
tall, dark, stylish-looking man, with
a voice 40 soft as flute.
Don't speak to me-" cried MIR.
Arkwright, "for Pm in passion"
In passion, uncle?"
with your shiftless, good-for-
nothing, jackonapes of q cousin, Flo
rian Leverson."
Albert Whcatlcy's face assumed
mild expression of sympathetic re-
gret. m w. iaa. ra af = t.
at is scarcely to be wondered Mt,
uncle Florian's principles are ill.,
deed to be deplored."
Mr.. Awkwright cut Albert short by
hurrying past him down stairs and
shooting into the street.
Half an hour afterward he came
back In O hustle. 73 sal
Boys" he cried, putting his head
into the room where his nephews