The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1873-11-15
HON HIS UNCLE KEPT HIS PROMISE;
OR,
Served Him Right.
Written for the P. C A~dver,iser
OR

thar Harold BrevIere plOdded YEARLY home from
q cosey party az Mrs. Freeman =, the wife Of an
honest but humble farmer, in the pretty village
Of B N Western New York. 10 spite Of
the darkness, which forced him 20 proceed care
fully along the road that led TO the inn where he
had been stopping for q few days, waiting for a
remittance, his heart glOwet with a new feeling
for that night he had met Evangaline, the only
daughter Of Mr.. and Mrs. Freeman, and he had
GOOD reason % believe that she had taken 4 more
than ordinary interest in him for she had listened
% his low words Of praise with a t~ell-tale blush
q pleasure, and jOined with him IN bis quiet but
-satbing criticisms Of the many . country beaus
who had crowded around her during the evening,
with . gleeful abandon that told how close her
Fympathies were with his.
Il can hardly be said that Harold vac in love
- vet, but he certainly did feel a great interest
n the sweet country girl, whose bright eyes and
blooming checks were 50 fair 10 look upon, and
whose rounded form and elastic step c0ntrasted
20 strongly with the lansuid artificial beauties
whom he was accustomed 70 meet in society in
New York where he lived lie knew very well
that he would be calling down upon his head the
dire wrath Of his old and rich uncle, josiah
Grab, Dealer in Fractional Currency, if be allowed
himself 70 be carried away by his feelings 20
such an extent as 70 begin a regular c~OuTtship Of
Evangaline, or any other young lady, whose for
tune upon marrying would be less than $780,
100, for lie had ever IN mind that old uncle's
PARTING words as he sent him forth % see q little
Of the world Harold" said the old man.
looking Up for n moment from a quantity Of
mutlated currency that be had bought at a dis
count, and was busily engaged in putting in
order for redemption 1t par at Washington
90 Harold. / have often told you that you were %
be my heir but you have nothing but my word
for that, and all I've got to say is that / have not
made my VIII yet, nor DO ! intend doing so until
you marry 20 please me IL remains then for
you 20 marry the girl Of my choice, and do it
quickly too for / am getting old. Yes"-he
added with q sigh I'm getting old. The
butcher PASSED of a bad so cent. note on me the
other day, and / never knew it until It was sent
back 20 me from Washington. Now 20 Harold,
and u YOU meet with q girl whom You think YOU
could like. telegraph to me what her income viii
be- and how il Is invested, and III let You know
what J think Of It."
Harold had reached D on his way back
% New York. and from there had been obliged
20 Telegraph Smash UP on the road, trunk
and contents stolen by people who rendered as
sistance. Pocket book and watch taken by the
man who pulled me from under q car. Send me
draft on Bank Of B for 500. ii. b"
Il was while he was waiting for a reply that he
had found many pleasant acquaintance in the
village. and amongst them Evangalinc. He saw
that she was not a little fattered by his atten-
tions, for aside from the fact that he was by no
means Unlocking, II bad been whispered about
by those who captured his trunk, and from It's
contents obtained a pretty accurate idea Of who
be was-althOugh they did not tell how they
found Out-that he was the nephew md heir Of q
rich man. and unmarried
Tie had received many delicate attentions from
ladies who had daughters to marry off; one
sending him 4 bowl Of hot camOmile tea for his
nerves, they having been . " accidented - and
another had come to the inn herself with a coffee
pot full Of boneset, that she said would cure all
his bones that had been u collished, and finally
Mrs. Freeman had fairly eclipsed them al by m
% invite to a party at her home
The draft arrived; and it was with a deep feeling
Of regret and pain that Harold, having settled
his two weeks bill ut the inn. Uaused on his way
TO the railroad depot to bid farewell 70 L. Eva "
Yes. il bad become :. Eva" and - Harold - by
this time. and Of late his knock at the front door
Of Mrs. Frceman's hOus,, had been the signal for
q Light being taken into . the best room" in
which q FIRE was daily kindlcd by Evangalinc,
and there these two = sIarked, TO use Mrs.
Freeman's hOmely but expressive term, till latc
. each aight-
Harold was loved and he knew 1t. And still
&c had never formally asked Eyangaline to be
bis wife. Often the words that would seal his
fate trcmbled upon his lips, but as often there
arose q vision Of an old man calling bis lawyer to
him. and by n dash of his pen, leaving his boarded
wealth % q brother whom he hated. or TO found
q college. or in some other equally desperate
manner expressing his rage and disappointment
at the disO5edianceo Of his nephew 70 his known
wishes and commands.
And EvaugaIine? An she loved him And
10 loving him she forgot all the dictates of cold
prudence, the IumlllcS OF lCr srInster aunt, the
half expressed fears and doubts Of her mother,
and the impatient words of her father when he
crumbIed 4 ut the armsfull Of wood, and gallons of
kerosene being nightly consumed IN the best
room, before an idol that remained dumb.
And now, for the last time ere he went back to
che great city. Harold, the object of so much
solicitudc. and on the part of EvangaIine, Of so
much pure innocent love. stood in the well known
room gazing thOughtfully at the bright fire that
Ieaped and sParkled so merTIly within the deep
recess Of what the old farmer called " the chimbley
place
In few moments Evangaline entered the room,
and HarOld's heart smOte him rs he took her
small hand IN bis, drew her towards him, and
looking over her shoulder 70 see that the door
was shut. pressed 70 his the bright warm lips
that were half offered, half denied to him.
Eva" he said, after 4 moments pause during
which they had retreated to the sofa, and still
keepin. her hand in his Eva. / must leave you
n the $50 express that leaves here at half-past
nine. and '-furthermore ne would have spoken,
but the fond girl threw herself IN On agony Of
Grief uuOn his bosom, and while the tears poured
from her eyes, exclaimed Oh! Harold and
mast YOU leave me2 why cannot YOU stay 4 little
longer All, that letter ] see It all. Mrs.
Peer. the POstmastcr's wife. told aunt Jane that
Won had received q letter directed in . small
hand. and she was sure that 1t was from some
one o. your lady friends. and-and-now you'll 90
back 70 New York and forget mel
Conicund Mrs Peep thought Harold, as
&c Sazed TueluLly upon the staTcn sCaklhg ouI OF
hus shirt-frOnt. mo, no, Eva he exclaimed,
you are mistaken, l have the letter with me, II
s from my uncle, l VIII show It TO you, be writes
small but. here It IL, there, read It for yourself,
Insis: upon it." and Harold disencumbered
himself Of his fair load and placed the letter in
her hands.
Now EvansaIine did not believe what Mrs.
Peeu had said, but what woman ever lived that
could resist reading = letter whenever she had q
chance. and so, wiping the tears from her eyes.
and fu-tiTely blowing her nose, she read as follows:
IN. Y, Nov. ., 1872.
DE- eph'w:
- Enel6d pIe-se find diff on Blk Of B in