Litchfield enquirer., 1872-06-27

and indeed, the truth is, he never spoke to me at all till went up to him this l evening; and I 0sked him to take me out on to the terrace"-
 .sMy dear," said Mir. Bottletop kindly, s'I think you are right, and that your mother is wrong. Not that you need hope to find MT. Cecil there perfection, or any thing like it.~ But as for his being an un- principled spendthrift, or any thing of that kind-why-why-you ought to be ashamed of yourself Mrs. Montague, for saying it of him. But now come, Ceca: we'll go up stairs and see if Neremiah is ready to come down. I'm sure you and he will be good friends.
 He put his arm through mine; and we went out of the room, but not up stairs as I had expected. Instead, he took me into 8 little room he called his study, and un- locked drawer in his writing table. He took from it a parchment document un- like any had ever seen before, and spread it out on the table. ..
 ''Do you see this, my boy ?" he asked, pointing to where certain Glands and ten ements, including the estate and mansion of Cheslyn," and money, invested in vari- ous ways, amounting to the sum of one hundred thousand pounds, ''there or thereabouts," were left to his godson, Neremiah Bottletop Ogg.
 I read 1t, and looked at him, my mind wavering This must be my fortunate cousin; yet why show it to me? Twas his godson,-I was Neremiah Bottletop Ogg I thought my brain was getting irretriev- ably confused; but he saw how puzzled and surprised looked, and with a very grave face said,-
 ''I shall never be able to call you any thing but Cecil, but it is best to put you down in my will all correct. And you must have the wedding from here; and 1 you and Geraldine must come and keep house for me afterwards-d'ye hear ?- and maybesome day I'll have some little great-godsons; and, by love we'll call them Cecil, and George, and Reginald, see the day this will was made ?-the day thought I would be offended; but see what fine thing it is to tell the whole truth. The first lady asked to become Mrs. Neremiah Bottletop declined on the score of the dreadful name;' and I had never thought of your plan; you may guess 1t tickled me-"
 "But-my cousin 9" I asked in great perplexity.
 The puckered-up face dissolved, and he laughed so long and so heartily couldn' t help laughing too.
 By Jove. I forgot him ?" he gasped ''That old womans face will be worth 8 hundred pounds to see. When my poor nephew, Com. Bottletop, died, two or three years ago, some story got aaoat that all my money would go to my godson,-a Mir. Neremiah Bottletop Ogg,-which it will no,0. Mrs. Montague heard of this, and caught at your acquaintance in town knew all along she was as insincere an old maneuvrer as there is in England; but wanted to try the girl She's as good as gold, Cecil; and she has stood up for you through thick and thin, and, I take it, has not had very easy time of it late ly with the old lady. Be good husband, my boy; for you will get good wife"
 As he spoke, we left the room and reached the library door. Ringing it wide open he announced loudly, My godson, MT. Neremiah Bottletop Oggr'
 l shrank, even then, at the hideous sounds; but I saw Mrs. Montague grow scarlet with annoyance, amazement, and confusion, and my pretty Geraldine look ing pale and frightened I was by her side at once, telling my imposition and the cause, in a few incoherent words; whispering that al-every thing-was right now; that there auas no cousin, that 4 was my oousin-and was getting it- tie involved when my future mamma in- corrupted us. She had recovered herself, and was equal to the occa- sion.
 "My dear Mir. Ogg, I hope you will overlook the somewhat nasty expressions have used about you; mothers feel ings are not always entirely underher own control"
 took the hand she held out to me, and said, "Oh allright all right" but, though outward peace was made, Geraldine and don't often trouble the maternal residence when we are in town.
 "And I'm not Cecil at all, Geraldine, said humbly, the next morning; sbut I'm its absurd, I know-but my sisters gen. orally call me Merry, and perhaps it's g shade better than
 70 Cecil, how funny p she interrupted, laughing. ''Why, at home I always go by the name of Jerry What do you think of that for name,-for lady too |? But, as that dear, delightful old Mr. Bot tletop says, know shall never be able to call you anything but Cecil"
 So, but for the happy chance of pos sessing the name do. and of signing my first letter to Geraldine, "Cecil George Reginald, should never have been able to demonstrate how good and true she is; l she would never have known that could be constant to her for months,-with or without hope,-an seriously contemplate matrimony on six hundred year; Mrs. Montague would have never have come out in her true colors; and, above all, I should never have made the friendship of the very best, cheeriest, and kindest godfa- ther ever human being possessed. My father and mother never did 8 wiser &C., tion than when they invited him to my christening, and bestowed upon me the name which-abhored as it once was-has indirectly brought ne all the blessings of my life. Now, too, as l associate 1t with the good, genial disposition of its first possessor, I incline to think that an ugly name weighed against a noble nature, ought to be the merest feather in the bal ance; and think what fool, an idiot, must the woman have been who refused him on account of 1t.
 ''Ay, Cecil, he said, laughing, when this thought escaped me the other day; ''but I d no money then; and who, do you think. was the lady? I rather think I was the idiot. She was the lady who after wards became Mrs. de Courcey Montague. had my reasons, you see for taking such pains about her daughter; and-well, I'm sure thank Heaven that she didn't take me, and that our name has been so useful to us. ea ez
 If want g moral to adorn my tale, l think cannot find better than that con- tained in some of Mir. Bottletop's further reflections. 5 4@t
 My dear boy, depend upon it, there s nothing in the world, however hard it may seem, that isn't for our good in some fash ion, though we are sometimes so dull that we never find it out in this world. There would be less. .grumbing,tI I dare say, il we could see to the end of what we call our misfortunes, and find how very often they turn out to be blessings.
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