South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1878-02-01
Doing uha;' said Uncle David.

very well, said Uncle David; star
ing past The girls head at vista OF gas.
lighted hall. paneled in pink and gold,
and decorated with stands OF flowers.
Then I'll call.
She's receiving her gentleman friends,
demonstrated the maid.
Very well-fm q gentleman friend
Of hers.
And ho pushed unceremonionsly
past
Your card, sir. ir you please said
the maid. holding her hand out in some
CONSERVATION.
Il havn't any card said Uncle Da-
vid.
And he walked. basket, bag, shaggy
great coat and all, into an elegant suite
OF parlors, where the velvet carpets
mirrored walls. gilded furniture. and
great glittering chandeliers, all seemed TO
g!isten and sparkle together. In bay
, window at the end. refreshment Ia.
Die was set out, with goodly show OF
cut glass decanters, silver coffee urn.
aud piled up tropical fruit, near by.
chatterng gaily to group of gentlemen,
stood lady in trailing pink silk dress.
with flowers in her hair. and Jewels
sparkling at her throat. Uncle David
Doty could scarcely believe his eyes.
Niece Evelyn said he slowly, is IL
possible that is-you?
Mrs. Elgin uttered n little terrified
scream, and then covered her face with
her hands.
Uncle David J. she gasped.
The old man looked drily around
him.
POOR commented he. Very poor
utmost economy-denying yourselves
every luxury. Yes, Isee see
But, Uncle David
Don't trouble yourself to explain,
Niece Evelyn, he interposed. 1t isn't
worth while. Do you see this?' holding
narrow slip of paper. It's check
for thousand dollars which was bring
ing you.
But as l see you have no need for il,
may ~ we'll destroy it,
And he tore it into strips, which he
scattered ia the low set coal fire, and
then walked out OF the room.
When Mr.. Septimus Elgin came home
at night, mot much the better for the
champaign which he hal contrived to
absorb during the day. his wife met him
with pale, scared face, Which sobered
him at once
Uncle David has boen here said
she
How much did he give you. my
dear? quickly demanded her lord and
master.
Nothing; AMI lie is estranged fore
YER.
Then, said Mr. Septimus EIgin. slap.
ping one hand vehemently upon bis knee,
we're ruined fcreverl
Mr.. and Mrs. Elgn sat looking at each
other. with the faded flowers exhaing
sicsly perfume around them, ani the
gasIights fickering overhead. Nor is il
asserting too much to say that they
were not happy.
1t was scarcely month afterwards
that Uncle David aud Aunt Pandora
were sitting by their blazing fire Of pine
| logs. with its reisnous drip, drip bub-
bling down into the ashes below. when
there was low click TO tbs latch, and
a slight, vailed figure come hurry ing
| in.
Why, cried Uncle David rising to his
! feet in breathless amazement, 1T amt
never-our Evelyn
She threw herself sobbiag, into Aunt
/ Pandora's kindly arms.
'O5, take Inc back she sobbed, for
| have no other home left
And then she explained to them that
the brilliant Septmus having forced his
! employers name 10 a check. hal been
compelled to Zee tue country, aud that
/ sherh'5 officers were even then in pos
session Of tho handsome house in East
/ Barron street.
My dear let bygones be byrones;
/ said Uncle David, kindly. Wen blot
ont the past. nov and forever. You are
our little Evelyn again and now let's no
more about It..
An 50 the good old farmer forgot
and foTgaye it all; but If Evelyn lives
/ To The age OF feminine Metltuselah.
she never can forget that New Years
| day.
Moral apparent: Live and entertain
within honestly acquired means. But
for their ambitious desire TO appear rich
and grand in the eyes Of false natter-
ers. Mr. Elgin would not be n fuuitive
from justice, and his wife a pale faced,
yet lovely woman with bli2hted lie.
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