The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1880-11-12
Uncle Versus Nephew.

Inc Delle OF the season, NJ ALlNuuC
City, this year, was Adrienne Vail.
9 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
Brsbazon's barouche, with the foam
fringes of the sea on one side, and the
yellow sands on the other, she was as
beautiful as dreami
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'l marry the richest man who
presents himself, no matter who he is,'
observed Captain Dagon, spitefully.
"The Brabazons are a 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
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 globep
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 bring 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 a golden spell.
",You must marry, and you must
marry rich," was the 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-
lieSes 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 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
yuitor had no patrimOny of his OWE,
and she had no mind to risk love in
cottage" even for the sake of handsome
Allan Brabazon.
He stands in fathers place TO you
Allan" she said; land my standard OF
, 6lial duty is high"
"He cannot help yndmlr,ng you when
he comes" declarcd Allan Brabazon.
who had alrerdy written to Ihis uncle
upon the subject. ~
Cid Bar-abas arrived at lsat--o >J
.,MDwed, biliOus-looking man with
hair, rumpled in a crest ON the
I mead and a pair of black ewes
v ~ed like Goals Of fire beneath his
aRt t-houses of brows.
4 aApt coarse brown tweed.
bat Mapping.