The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1877-06-28
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marry you if YOU were a poor man,
with no expectations whatever, ia
stead Of being my nephew and sup,
posed heir"
There was a hurt, indignant look
upon the frank young face that con-
fronted the speaker.
"The young lady's name is Ashton
and l never said she was "fast to
marry me-"
/ beg your and the young lady's
pardon.
You think that Miss Ashton would
be just as willing to marry you il
she knew you 70 he q poor man.
bola .ske MY inc on
the sincerity and disintercstedness
of her love-"
Leaning back in his chair, Mr.
Poppleton, senior, surveyed his nep'
hew with smile of superior wisdom
which had in it something of con-
tcmptuous pity.
"Hal that's what all you young
fellows say when you are in love-
we Old fellows don't lose our heads SC
easily. And it's well for you We
don't. Why don't l make fool Of
myself about some woman, I'd like
to know?"
"T've often wondered, uncle, why
you haven,t married"
"When l was at your age, was
poor and had something else tothink
Of; and now that I'm old, I've got
more sense, I hope, There's Peter
Comstock, whose head is as gray as
mine, he's married girl young
enough to be his daughter, and a
pretty life she leads him. When
Josiah Popplcton makes such a fool
of himself, you may shave his head,
clasp a straight-jacket on him, and
put him into a lunatic hospital"
The young man smiled, and then
looked grave.
"You object to Miss Ashton because
she is poor and dressmaker"
Nothing of the sort, Fred. l OBJ
oct to her because she is mercenary.'
'"You have no right to say that
uncle, when you have never even
seen her."
.nIoanldn. -hn en,or r-of;s SC l.~i
known her all my life,' said the old
gentleman, stoutly, "All such pco.
pie are. You don't believe it, Of
course; but let her think you poor
man, or let Il rich one make her an
offer, and you would soon see"
Here Mr.. Poppleton, senior, glanc-
ed at his watch.
you'll have to be lively, young
man, if you want to catch the next
train. You will find the bills for
collection on my desk. We'll talk
the matter over when you get back"
Mr.. Poppleton waited until he
heard the whistle of the train that
took his nephew out of town, and
then putting on his hat, and button
ing up his coat with u rcsolute air,
went out.
He walked very swiftly, passing
through several streets and around
various corners, until he came to the
house he was i'll search of-a modest
unpretending story-and-a-half affair,
on the faded green door of which
were these words:
"MIss AsnToN. DREssMAEER."
Mr. Poppleton regarded it with a
look Of stern disapproval, and then
settling his hat on his head with q
still more resolutc air, marched up
the steps and rang the door bell,
After waiting some little time, the
door opened, revealing to bis bowild-
cred gaze the loveliest creature he
had ever beheld, whose rosy lips and
violet eyes smiled out upon him, as
though he was an old and long ex-
pected friend.
He stared at her for a moment, and
then said:
81 am Josiah PoppIoton, and 1 wish
to sec Miss Ashton"
The rosy lips dimplcd into q still
brighter smile.
"That is my name sir, Won'tyou
walk in?'
Mr.. Popplcton found himsclfin one
Of the co2iest, cherries little sitting
rooms in the world.
The first thing his ewes fell upon