The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-04-14

que; Iconsider that BY deceiving mo ou
have forfeited any claim you Aad upen
me;' and Mr.. Brown teok up his hat -
Il with the intention Of leaving the house.
I" If by claim, you mean money, sir,
I can do without it; but I'm sorry, in-
deed. to have lost your good opinion.
Still
You would do It again in the same
way. Isuppose." aR
Brown hesitated, 8. After all." he
thought = I have done no wrong; why
should / speak like criminal?"
Well, perhaps 1 would; but assure
you" He stopped. for his uncle had
dashed his hat on the table and scattered
Bnswn's card-basket to the four winds.
:. Very well. SIR the old gentleman
said: {" I see how it is. You knew how
valuable the land now is, and you know,
too. that it was bought in your name.
You are of age, sir, and you may set
your old uncle at defiance"
You do me great injustice" Brown
said, and repeated the same thing sever
al times, while Mr.. Silas promenaded the
hearth-rug, with one hand behind him,
and the other firmly grasping his snuff
box. Presently the snuff box disappeared
into one pocket and out of another came
. paper of discolored legal appearance,
which also descended violently upon the
card basket.
There is the title to the land. You
will find it all in form, and 50 good morn.
ing to you"
Brown, I regret to say, was not re-
markable for decision of character. He
stood gazing stupidity ut the paper on the
table, while q person glided gently into
the room. laid little white hand upon
his shoulder and looked up anxiously in
to his face.
whats the matter, dear?''
Brown collected his thoughts and ex-
planned that the dirty piece Of paper was
the title to the land which his uncle had
bought him in the days of yore and now
regretted his generosity.
''Of course you will not accept re-
pented benevolencen'
"What am to do? It is q more puz-
cling affair than you think. If my uncle
cannot, and l will not make use of the
property, the thing will be neutralized"
"But you can thank your uncle for his
gift, and then 60 to your man of bust
ness. and restore the gift by means of
transfer
"That's the very thing. I'll get Cramp
to do it for me; he lives at the bottom of
the hill" And Brown seized the paper
and hastily Quilted the house. Mrs.
Brown have great pleasure in giving
her proper ttle-went to the window,
whence by straining her eyes, she could
command view of the lawyers door.
Meanwhile, Mr.. Silas Brown, who had
taken the same direction, had slsckened
his pace considerably, and she saw her
husband overtake his uncle, and address
him once more. The old gentleman ap-
peared to listen without any further At
tempt to escape, the snuff-box being again
put into requisition. At length they
reached the lawyers house and entered
it together.
The bright eyes at the window grew
dim, as their owner thought that for her
sake, Brown had .quarreIed with his re-
lations and destroyed his future pros
poets; SO dim were they, that she did not
at first see that the two persons, who,
after few moments quilted the lawyers
house, arm in arm, were her husband
and his uncle; yet it was so. Mr.. Silas
Brown could not maintain disposition
against the nephew's new mode Of attack;
for if there was one thing more calcu-
lated than another to please him, it was
that spirit of manly independence which
Brown had exhibited.
The bright eyes looked brighter than
ever when Mr.. Silas entered the house
with his nephew, and took her by the
hand, gravely, bat kindly. What his
Impressions were of the bride may be
conceived from the following remark
able speech which fell from his lips, as
he kissed her forehead:
IF my nephew has acted without my
permission, 1 see here the best excuse he
could offer.''
Some days afterwards, when Brown,
in the exuberance of his Joy, related these
circumstances to an intimate friend the
present writer, in point of fact-he made
q tremendous bull, which, as some pee
pie persist in thinking him very clever, ]
shall put on record:
cit was . very good thing my uncle
was one of the family" he said, "other-
wise don't think he would ever have
come round. "-CAambey's Journal.