The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1881-07-01
JACK HOWARD'S SACRIFICE.

"You can have her for the asking
81 shall not ask. ..
"You will not" ,
81 will not"
John Howard, uncle, short, corpulent,
irascible, confronted John Howard,
nephew, tall. clean-limbed, ,impcrt,ubablc.
WHY ?" demanded the former an
Grily. ,.
SHE is q oman for whom have 10
respect. She Is a cold hard, Sctcming
women of the world.
"Sbe IS no worse thanauy other aacicty
womau
"God pity the class!' was young How
ards sole reply.
"Who are you that you should Judge
this girl ?" demanded his uncle, pacing
the floor with short rapidstrides. "You,
with your dssipated habits and the rcpu-
tation of being the fastest man in your
set What if she be flirt! What if
she be fast? 1t would puzzle the worst
of her sex to keep the pace you have
been going the past five years Who are
you, l say, that you should judge herr?
"Merely the man whom you would
have her marry said his nephew, twist
ing his heavy mustache caressingly.
'Similarity of tastes in the pursuits you
have so aptly mentioned, ought certainly
to render us mutually forbearing, but
would hardly conduce to the moral i'm
provement of either. AT all events, |
respectfully decline to put the matter to
Il test"
"You are un grateful, sir!" exclaimed
the old man, pausing in his tramp and
confronting his nephew. "Have no
claims upon your gratitude, after all the
care and money expended upon you
these years 2
A slow flush rose to the young man $
cheek, and the sleepy, dark eyes gained a
slumbering fire as he drew himself to
the full height of his six feet. 81 admit
my obligation to you, sir; but believe me
| had | been aware that you were simply
enhancing my value as a salable article |
would have declined your generosity In
any way consistent with my manhood |
am ready to attest my gratitude for your
kindness. But what you ask is absolutely
impossible"
'Then you are no nephew of mine.
The old man was purple with rage. 81
disown you, sir An ungrateful dog, sir
/ shall alter my will at once, sir !"
And mutterng maledictions on the
youth who stood so calm under the
TRADE, the old man moved to his secre-
tary and almost instantly returned with
a parchment roll in his trembling hands.
81 disown you, sir, my home is yours no
longer. There are your hopes and ex
pectations. And the old man pointed
to the parchment cracking and writhing
in the flame of the open CRATE.
"You have relieved me of great obi
cation, sir. The rest of my debt hope
to discharge soon" said Jack, carefully
examining the end of his cigar. "Your
wish regarding our separate establish
ments shall be attended to at once. Have
you any other suggestions to make p
"Out of my sight, sir at once!" shout
ed the old man. .......... ,.--..
Explicit, though unkind, laughed
Jack AS h. sauntered from the rocm,
|
| "Keni,l. cu you t.' the slim ;yJJi 4
the hills ny uo,io l1, plid tor mr uuring
the pn-t ,cn years! inquired Jack, few
hoGrs later, as he stood by the old book
keepers desk in his unole's Office,
"Why, yes,in little WHILE" answered
the old man.
"Be so kind, then, and Jack became
Immediately immersed in the stock col
umns of the morning paper.
For half an hour there was silence be
tween the pair. Then the old clerk
handed the young man slip of paper.
"You are quite sure it covers ali r.
"Yes. Mr.. Howard always had your
account keptlsepsrate, for some reason,
and I had only to run over the totals y
Howard sauntered into his broker 8
private Office, the slip of paper in his vest
pocket.
"Mr. McEbry, sell out my Chrysolite
at once and place the proceeds, less
brokerage. to my credit At Brown
Brothers"
"But, Mr.. Howard, stocks are rising
and Chrysolite Is at the head Of the list
and going steadily up. Iwoald adyist
holding ON"
~ want the noaey TODAY. A,.l fsefa,