The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1881-01-27
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you ever gone out of your way to enjoy
a few hours In one of the many delight
full, thriving towns which are scattered
like corn throughout that sunny land?
If not then it has not been your fortune
to view the sparkling landscape of Hazel
ton, a quaint, quiet village, with modest
little homes, whose white paint glistens
in the sunlight, and whose gardens,
trimmed and orderly, exhibit blushing
roses and sweet-scented flowers peeping
from midst dense masses of green foliage.
Some twenty years back, there was
situated on the outskirts of Hazelton, a
gloomylooking mansion, surrounced by
q clump of oaks and cedars which well
nigh hid the edifce from view.
Bolton Hall had stood the storms of
many centuries, but time seemedonly to
deepen the gloom of its surroundings.
The house was square in form, with a
turreted wing attached to its eastern
wall. This wing exhibited great signs
of decay, and its moldering walls and
prison-shaped windows enhanced the
general gloom surrounding the whole
place.
In this wing were the fortunes of the
Bolton race made; here were formulated
those thoughts whose execution had
raised Peter Bolton, gentleman, from
comparative poverty and insignificance
to wealth and knighthood; and here was
the splendor of the same maintained by
a long line of descendants, terminating,
at the time of which we write, in Sir
James Bolton.
Sir James was q man who had Just
turned his fftieth year; of tall statue
and w~ell-rounded form, with a face
whose keen black eyes could either
twinkle with humor or sparkle with the
darkest of passions. He had evidently
lived well in the past, and his close-iting
vest betokened q rare appetite for the
delicacies of the table.
Sir James was o widower, his wife hav-
ing died shortly after their marriage
leaving her blessing in the form of q
newborn babe to her youthful husband.
Twenty-four years had transformed the
babe into q broad-shouldered young
man with blue eyes trimming over with
good-nature, while mouth and chin be-
tokened the resolution of the soldier.
Arthur Bolton had met Lucy Grey
while visiting a village friend, and en-
ioyed her society in many little picnics
and parties COTTON up in the neighbor-
hood, and had declared his love and been
accepted. And now, the two young hearts
were patiently waiting for the day that
would bind them togethersin unity and
love.
1t was q beautiful spring morning.
Crisp winter had lifted her heecy cover
ing from off the fields and flowers, and
nature was once more re-asserting her
lovely sway, breathing sweet doors
through the sunny atmosphere.
Arthur Bolton was strolling through
the gardens, idly putting clouds Of smoke
into the air, and giving himself up to the
sweet reflections which love might beget
in such rosy bowers.
Arapid step sounded behind him, and
turning, he beheld his father.
''Good morning, Arthur" said Sir
James, in a CHEEKY tone. 81 am glad I
have found you"
"Why, my dear father replied Ar
thur, with a merry twinkle in his eyes,
edo you see your wild son so seldom
that the parternal heart is warmed at
beholding him enjoying a cigar amid the
sweet perfumes of your garden?"
"Hal hal" laughed Sir James; and for
a few moments both gentlemen INDUCED
in considerable merriment.
Sir James mirth finally ceased, and a
look of deep seriousness settled over his
c~ountenance. Arthur turned around,
and thoughtfully studied the old house
which he had new called home.
"Father, he exclaimed, wheeling back
70 hls ioImes Poslt,on, IWny 40 you not
nave snat ola, 'o ;.a
place? I have often thought that it cast
sin osei oI1 tennI anu nN "
ing IL seems reahy Diudin -,
pr James ralsed ms Diac5 eye s%lIly
70 tne 1ace OF ms son, ano darteo Keen,
suspicious glance AZ I'M. Seemngiy
eatlsned with ms lnspectlon, ne repned
IN ms usual zones
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moments OF seriousness % remove, at
.nls iaUe nour, the only oD!ec1s tnas enaln
ms oug 70 the past. buS' Artnur,
my oolect IN mee1ng you mere tnls morn.
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INV nIantation in TnhaGmv last rasource q
Straiohten ont its affairs which bavs
through INV carelessness become YER,
much confused, and sell it for what i
will bring. I have no doubt but the sun
realized will cover all nv debts. AND
leave a handsome margin"
A look of glad resolution lightenec
the face of Arthur as he replied:
"I will run over to the Meadows anG
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