Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1874-01-03
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1 A handsome, well-dressed youn.
a gentleman was sitting in an cas-,
I chair in his apartment in fashioH
2 able lodging-hOase 80 the city
Writing materials were on a tabl
S before him; he had evidently beel
, engaged in writing letters; but, fo
several moments past, had givel
j himself up TO profound medita
ton, and was just now solilOquiziDg
Let US listen.
Hang it all, / can't imagine
what Uncle John IAN be thinking
Of. In his last letter he says he
wants me to hasten home-rthat an
old friend of his is making him q
visit, and is accompanied by his
ward, who is beautiful, accomplish
ed, and an heiresS; then he hints
that it would be very agreeable to
him if 1 were 20 marry this heiress.
Pshawl I'll go to the antipodes
firsty
The Indignant gentleman arose
hastily from his chair, and, jam
ming bis hat on his head, passed
out Of the room, shutting the door
with a bang. Soon he was wend-
ing his way down the street. with
the air of much injured individ-
ual.
John Nandalsien was a wealthy
and benevolent old gentleman,
whose affections we're conferred in
his heir and only living relative,
Rupert Vandalsien, the gentleman
introduced above. The Vandal-
sien mansion was a palaee-like bull
ding, nearly always filed with
guests, for the hospitality of the
host was well-known. At the time
my story commences. Mr.. Lester,
an old friend of the elder Vandal-
sien, was visiting at the Vandal-
sien mansion; be was accompanied
by. his ward, beautiful young lady
of some nineteen years OF age; and
as the lady, besides being beautiful
and amiable, was heiress to half a
million, my reader will readily sur
mise that Mr.. Rupert Vandalsien's
injuries were more fancied than
real.
He did not return home, as his
uncle had requested, but took him
self of in an obscure country viii
lage, where he employe / part of the
summer in hunting, fishing, and
making love to the bright-eyed
country dansels, who were one and
all fascinated by his gay bearing
and address, and stylish, city made
clothing; but finally becoming tired
ofhs uneventfni country lie, &c
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travel till his uncle would give up
his 'whim'
1t was in the gay city of Paris
he met an American lady by the
name of Mabel Cheston-a tall,
graceful lady, with naughty, i'm
perious air which was natural to
her, accustomed as she was to HON
age and admiration wherever she
chanced to be. She was in evening
dress, and tho diamonds which
adorned her snowy neck and finely
moulded arms, and flashed amid !
her raven curls, we're not more bril- |
liant than her dark eyes.
Rupert sought and obtained an
introduction to her, and then lin
gered near the belle of the even
ing, and when opportunity offered,
paid her the most devoted atten-
tion. He received marked encour-
agement from Miss Cheston; who
was all smiles and affability when
he was beside her, and gave him
permission to call upon her the next
day.
After returning to his hotel, this
hopelessly smitten swain acted in
most ridiculous manner; he paced
up and down his apartment, now
thrusting his hand into his pockets,
and now wildly running his fingers
through his curls; then he seated
himself at a writing table, and
wrote Mable ChestOn' over and
over again; and then it was Mabel
Vandalsien, and little love coup
lets written with many a curve and
flourish. at last he sought repose.
We will not attempt TO relate his
dreams, but probably Cupid and
Miss Cheston played prominent
parts In them.
After this, rupert Vandalsien
was 4 constant attendant on Miss
Cheston, and his less favored RI
walls retired from the contest one
by one. AT last he proposed to the
lady, and was peremptorily reius-
cd. At first he was almost over
whelmed with grief; but pride came
to his aid, and he sternly asked
her,
'Will you be kind enough TO in
form me, Miss Cheston, why it is
that you have encouraged me as
you have done? Was it only TO
add another name to your list of
victims?'
Nothing of the kind, assure
you. Mr.. Vandalsien, she answer
ed, in cold, measured tones. you
perhaps have not forgotten letter
you wrote to your uncle, Jno. Van
dalsieD, in which you berated all
husband hunting heiressess, and
the one wko was visiting the Van
dalsien mansion in particular. l
am that heiress. | was sitting in a
window seat, concealed by the
heavy curtains, when your uncle
and my guardian entered fhe libra
~, and thus became an unwilling
listener to what followed Your
uncle read the letter aloud, and
made some remarks about your be-
ing a foolish boy to jump so hasti-
" at conclusions. You had not
heard the name of this much dread
ed heiress, and when l became ae-
quainted with you determined to
be revenged; l have succeeded
He pleaded with her but in vain,
all his protestatiOns were received
with a scornful smile; and then he
said,-
your revenge is not as complete
as YOU think il 10 be-tO be sure
yoa have fooled me to the top of
your bent; but l shall not break
/ my heart for an INSCRIPTIONS,
heartiess coquette, such as you have
proven yourself to be- With low
bow, he left her.
She withdrew from the room, and
aseended the stairs which led to her
apartments with her usual naughty
grace; but when fast locked in the
privacy of her own chamber, she
| did q most extraordinary thing
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