The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1878-04-11

"Hsar, hear" said Mr.. Collett,
"You're n very clever fellow, Peter,
Go on, my dear boy, go on"
"What results from charitable aid p
continued Peter. "The value Of labor is
kept on an unnatured level, State char.
ity is state robbery, private charity is
public wrong"
That's il, Peter !" said Mr.. Collett.
"What do you think of our philosophy,
John?"
al don't like it-I don't believe it p'
SAID John. "You were quite right to
give the man a shilling. I'd have given
him shilling myself"
"Oh, you would, would you ?" said
Mr.. Collett. "You're very generous
with your shillngs, Would you fly in
the face of all orthodox political econo-
my, you vandalY"
Yes" said John; cas- the vandals
flew in the face of Rome and destroyed
what had become a ialsehood and nui-
sance."
"Poor John w said Mr.. COllett, eve
shall never make anything of him, Pc
ter. Really, we'd better talk of some-
thing else. John, tell us all about the
last new novel,"
They converted on various topics uns
til the arrival of the invalid's early beds
time parted uncle and nephews for the
night
Mary Sutton seized an opportunity the
next morning before breakfast to speak
to John Meade alone
"John," said she, "do think more of
your own interest-of our interest,
What occasion for you to be so violent
last night and to contradict Mr.. Collett
so shockingly? ! saw Peter Finch
laughing to himself, John; you must be
more careful or we shall never be mar
ried."
Well, Mary, dear, I'll do my best" !"
said John. 1T was that ceunfounded
Peter, with his chain OF iron maxims,
that made me fly out. I'm not an ice
berg, Mary"
"Thank heaven, you're not !" said
Mary; " but an iceberg hoats-think of
that, John. Remember, every time you
offend Mr.. Collett, you please Mr..
Finch"
$50 ] do" said John. Yes, I'll
surely remember that.
"It you would only try to be little
mean and hard. hearted" said Mary ;
"just a little to begin with. You would
only stoop to conquer, John, and you
deserve to conquer"
"May / gain my deserts, then" said
John. Are you not to be my loving
wife, Mary? Are you not to sit at needle
work in my studio while paint my great
historical picture? How can this come
to pass if Mr.. Colett will do nothing for
us?"
"Ah, how, indeed :? " said Mary. " But
here's our friend, Peter Finch, coming
through the gate from his walk. leave
you together" And, so saying, she with.
drew.
"What, Meade" said Peter Finch, as
he entered, "skulking indoors on fine
morning like this +? I've been all through
the village mot an ugly place--but
wants looking after sadly-roads shame
fully muddy; pigs allowed to walk on
the foot path !"
"Dreadful |" exclaimed John.
4" say, you came out pretty stroL @
last night" said Peter. You quite
defed the old man | like your spirit" !"
81 have no doubt you do," thought
John.
"Oh, when | was a youth | was a
little that way myself" said Peter, but
the world, the world, my dear sir, soon
cures us of all romantic notions. re-
gret of course, to zee poor people mis-
erable; but what's the use OF regretting
It's no part of the business of the
superior classes to interfere with the
laws of supply and demand poor people
must be miserable. What can't be cured
must be endured"
"That is to say" returned John,
"what we can't cure they must endure" J"
"Exactly so," said Peter
Mr.. Collett this day was too i'll to
leave his bed AbOut noon he requested
to see his nephews in his bedroom. They
found him propped up by pillows, look
ing very weak, but in good spirits as
usual.
"Well, boys" said he, "here / am,
you see brought to anchor at last The
doctor will be here soon, suppose, to
shake his head and write recipes. Hum.
bug, my boys! Patients can do as
much,for themselves, believe, as doctors
can do for them they're all in the dark
together-the only difference is that the
patients grope in English and the doctors
grope in Latin"
You are too skeptical, sir" said Johl
Meade.
"Pooh p' said Mr.. Collett, "Let u
change the subject. want your advice
Peter and John, on matters that concerl
your interests. 1 am going to max
my will to day, and don't know how
act about your cousin, Emma Brigg
Emma disgraced us by marrying an OF
man."
An oilman!" exclaimed John.
= "a vulgar, shocking oilman~ sal
Mr.. Collett; "a wretch who not onl
!, sold oil, but soap, candles, turpentin
5 black lead and birch broOms. 1t was
dreadful blow to the family. Her pot
!. grandmother never got over it, and
y maiden aunt turned Methodist
:, despair. Well, Briggs, the GILMAN die
= = last week, it seems, and his widow hi
T written to me, asking Tor assistanc
Now, / tave thought of leaving her
- hundred year in my will. What d
= you think OF it? Pm afraid she don
~ deserve it. What right had she to MARI
against the advice OF her friends? Wha
have to do with her miSortunes?
q "My mind is quite made up sal
y Peter Finch; "no notice ought to b
Z taken of her. She made an obstinat
+ and unworthy match; let her abide tn
= = consequences. .-;ou
d "Now would like your opinion
!. .John," said Mr.. Coilett.
. "Upon my word, | think l must sal
the same" said John Meade, oracing hini
u | L. - nj fha worldly