Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1880-11-06
Selett Stoyp.
Uncle Versus Nephew.

The belle of the season, ut Atlantic
City, this year, was Adrienne Vail.
A dark-eyed beauty. with one of those
rich, wine-warm compilations that re-
mind one of Egyptian Cleopatra, lovely
red lips, and white arms sparkling with
cordons of precious stones and bands OF
dead gold; and in the purple light OF
the setting sun, as she sat there In Major
Brabazon's barouche, with the foam
fringes of the sea on one side, and the
yellow sands on the other, she was as
beautiful rs Il dreami
Nor was she unobseryed by the stream
of gay promenaders along the shore.
"It's a forgone conclusion" said old
Doctor Pounce.
"She'll marry Brabazon, of course"
said Mrs. Alleyne.
"She'll marry the richest man who
presents himself, no matter who he is, !"
observed Captain Dagon, spitefully.
"The Brabazons are q wealthy
family" remarked Doctor Pounce.
mot that this young fellow has much
of his own, but his uncle, old Barney
Brabazon, is the richest planter in
Louisiana, without chick or child to in
herit his wealth"
"You may depend upon it, Miss Vail
has taken all that into consideration, !"
said Mrs. Alleyne, with the quiet
malice which one woman often
exhibits in speaking Of another. "She's
the most mercenary creature on the face
of the globe!'
Mrs. Alleyne had spoken, if vindic-
lively, still truly. Adrienne Vail, with
her angel-face and voice of low-toned
music, was rather inclined to view man
kind through the dollar -and-cent me-
Idium.
Her face was her fortune. She had
been educated by a schoming mother,
who, herself pinched and cramped by
perpetual want, had resolved that
.Adrienne should Lring her radiant
beauty to the best possible marKet, and
thus redeem the low estate OF the family
fortunes.
Adrienne's girlhood had not been like
that of other children; she had tasted
poverty, and been trained in the belief
THAT happiness could only be attained By
maans of a golden spell.
You must marry, and you must
magGy rich," was tie precept which her
mother was perpetually dinning into
her ears-nor was she likely to forget
the battle cry, now that she was on the
actual field of action.
''And / suppose" said Mrs. Alleyne,
biting her lips, as she saw her own red
haired, sandy -complexioned daughter
walking without any escort on the
beach, "Brabazon's fool enough to be-
lieve that she really loves him for HIM
SELF"
Yes, Brabazon was just such fool.
He was madly in love with the beauti-
full brunette-he was in q paradise of
bliss as long as she sat by his side and
smiled on him with those wonderful
eyes of hers-and he firmly believed
that, with the magnetism of true love,
she shared his every emotion.
They were engaged-that is, subject
to old Barnabas Brabazon's approval,
for Adrienne knew that her young
suitor had no patrimony of his own,
and she had no mind to risk " love in a
cottage" even for the sake of handsome
Allan Brabazon.
" He stands in Il fathers place to you
Allan" she said; "and my standard OF
filial duty is high"
"He cannot help admiring you when
he comes," declared Allan Brabazon,
VINO had already written to his uncle
apou the subject.
I'D Barnabas arrived at last--a val-