Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-01-12
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 as a dream!
Nor was she unobserved by the stream
of gay promenalers along the shore.
"It's foregone conclusion, SAID old
Doctor Pounce.
'She'll marry Brabazon, of course,
said Mrs. Alleyne.
"SheIl marry the richest man who
presents himself, no matter who he is, ;"
observed Captain Dagon spitefully.
1.-The Brabazons are wealthy family,
remarked DIR. 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 inherit 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 is 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 medi-
um.
Her face was her fortune. She had
been educated by a scheming mother,
WHO, herself pinched and cramped by
perpetual want, had resolved that Adri-
enne should bring her radiant beauty to
the best possible market, and thus re-
deem the low state of the family for
tunes.
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 dinning into her
ears-nor was she likely to forget the
battle cry, now that she was on the actu-
al field of action.
"And | suppose" said Mrs. Alleyne,
biting her lips, as she saw her own red
haired, sandy complexioned daughter
walking without an escort on the beach,
''Brabazon's fool enough to believe that
she really loves him for himself"
Yes, Brabazon was just such fool.
He was madly IN love with the beautiful
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 suit
or had no patrimony of his own, and she
had no mind to risk Glove in a cottage -
even for the sake of handsome Allan
| Brabazon.
"He stands in 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,
who had already written to his uncle
upon the subject.
Old Barnabas arrived at last-a yellow
skinned, bilious looking man, with iron
gray hair, rumpled in crest on the top
of his head, and a pair of black eyes that
glowed like Goals of fire beneath his
shaggy pent-houses of brows.
His dress was of course brown tweed
Panama, which half concealed his blunt
features. But his linen was exquisitely
fine, buttoned with diamond sparks, and
on his finger he wore an emerald ring