The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1880-09-22
Uncle Versus Nephew.

The belle of the season, at 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 as a dreaml
Nor was she unobserved by the stream
of gay promenaders along the shore.
"It's 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 wealthy
family" remarked Doctor Pounce.
"Not 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
helit his wealth"
"You may depend upon it, Miss Vail
has taken all that into consideration"
said Mrs. Alleyne, with the quiet
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-
dunn.
Her face was her fortune. She had
been educated by scheming 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
means of golden spell.
you must marry, and you must
marry rich," was the precept which her
mother was perpetually DINING into
her ears-nor was she likely to forget
the battle cry, now that she was on the
actual field of action.
"And l 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-Ee was in o paradise o
bliss as long as she sat by his side ant
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, subjec
to old Barnabas Brabazon's approval
for Adrienne knew that her youni
suitor had no patrimony of his own
and she had no mind to risk " love in
cottage 4" even for the sake of handsom
Allan Brabazon.
"He stands in fathers place to yol
Allan," she said {; "and my standard c
filial duty is high"
"He cannot help admiring you whe
lie comes" declared Allan Brabazor
. who had already written to his uncl
9 upon the subject.
(, Old Barnabas arrived at last-a ye
t low skinned, bilious-looking man, wit
t iron gray hair, rumpled in crest on th
: top OF his head, and pair of black eye
r that glowed like Goals Of fire beneath h
{ shaggy pent-houses of brows.
His dress was of coarse brown tweed