Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1878-09-03
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A fortnight passed. Mr.. and Mrs.
Cameron We're dining with the Feltons
| there was very fine leg of mutton on
the table. .t.... de-, 5t Ia-.r
Eyes, thank you FELTON,, I will take
another slice, "said Mr. Cameron "that
is the best mutton I've tasted this long
time, far better than Brooks gives-you
trade with Brooks, don't yOu?"
| "Ye, es, usually" answered Mr.. Fell
ton, hesitatingly, while Lottie and her
mother exchanged amused glances and
ltwelve-year-old Susie giggled outright.
II shall go to Brooks tomorrow and
| tell him to send me Just such a leg as
this" continued Mr.. Cameron.
We've didn't get this of Brooks.n
| mo? Who, then?u
sofa young man who has re-opened
Evans's old place." said Mr.. FELTON,,
smilingly. ''
"Then I'n patronize him. Il
"You could not do better he is very
worthy young man." said Mrs. FELTON,.
Her husband was too busy to reply.
"What is his name? Is he a towns
man ?" fzl 1reff4
"I-I didn't ask him. Is it true that
Latmer has failed ?" asked Mr.. FELTON,.
''Those good friends evidently don't
want me to deal with their butcher, but
l will, soliloquised Basil Cameron.
On his way down town next morning
he took pains to pass the new butchers
shop; glancing over the doorway fancy
his hOrror) he saw spick- -and.span new
sign board with "Maurice Basil Cam
eron, Jr., Butcher. Poulterer and Fish
monger," plainly painted thereon.-
Young Cameron had indeed gone to
work ; this was the first, indeed, the on
ly opening that presented itself, for Mel
son was steady going town, where
business rarely failed or started up very
vigorously, and chances of establishing
ones self did not occur twice in q life
time. h1-
Maurice was standing near the door
when his father approached, with his
immaculate apron and snowy shirt
nseeves, glossy collar and narrow black
--ck-tie. He was q handsome picture
in spite of his very unromantic sur
roundings.
"Good morning, father" said he,
cheerfully. "You see / have gone to
work took that money I've been saving
for a trip to Europe, and opened this lit
tie place. I've got Evans with me, and
he knows all about meats and things;
I'll learn after awhile. You'll give me
your" & ~
''Great heavens! 1t isis it you ?''
Yes, sir; Maurice Basil Cameron,
Jr."
l think that "Junior" was the bitter
est drop in the whole cup of the old man;
really believe that, for moment, he
repented naming his son after himself.
Too angry, too much astonished to know
what to say, he turned on his heel and
walked away, but he could not escape
the memory of that awful signboard;
three times that week delicate straw
colored hand bills were thrust under his
eyes by boys who were distributing them
through the town, and all bore the same
legend every time he picked up news
paper he saw Maurice's advertisement;
all of his acquaintance were laughing
over Maurice's freak (as they called it,)
and not few men applauded the young
man and some blamed him. It was a
genuine agony.
Then, too, he loved the boy and miss
ed his bright face from the home that
was so quiet without him he knew his
wife mourned deeply over the separation
and strongly suspected that she visited
the obnoxious shop every day he did
not want to hurt her feelings, SO he new
er asked her where she bought their meat
and poultry; and as the new butcher
man was doing thriving trade, there
was no hope of his suing for mercy or
help. i-
Three months passed and day came
that for twenty eight years Mr.. and Mrs.
Cameron had held as home festival
their wedding anniversary. The night
before it dawned Basil Cameron knew
that his wife had cried nearly all night.
How could she keep festival without
her boy? -..... .l..
"Oh, dear!" he groaned, as he left the
house after breakfast, 81 mustdo it. The
boy is as stubborn-as am and / can't
see her fret. He shall have his country
girl-confound her!-just as he had the
hammer and the looking glass when he
was baby" T.
Richard, the coachman, also fancied
himself crazed when his master told him
to drive out on the Barton road to Farm
er Litchfield's instead of down to the
bank, as usual, early in the morning.
Does Miss Sophie Litchfield live
here? he asked of pretty little girl
who was just coming out the front door
of the house pointed out to him as Litch-
fields. T
Eyes, sir; please walk in. She's here
in the parlor.n
Instead ofa splipshod, blowsy girl, Mr..
Cameron found Sophie to be a very at
tractive young lady; quite as well man
nered as Lottie FELTON,. His visit was
far longer than he intended, for he end
ed by going all over the farm with the
father while the daughter was making
few changes in her dress preparatory
to spending the day with her future
mother-in-law. Mr.. Cameron had smiles
instead of tears that day, for she not on
ly had her boy at homessagain, but dis.
covered that Sophie was just exactly the
sort of girl she had always pictured as
Maurice's wife. II could not have
chosen better myself" was her verdict.
Maurice stuck to his determination to
go into business instead of playing the
fine gentleman all his life, but readily
agreed to his fathers proposition to buy
him an interest in the only wholesale
dry goods house in the town, saying that
he certainly preferred that to his former
occupation "but then was poor, and
beggars must not be choosers, you
know"
A LOST CoLONY.-The discovery of o
mound in North Carolina, with num-
ber of well preserved corpses of un-
known nationality, has revived hope
of Sir Walter Raleigh, that some trace