Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1882-01-17
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'sHumph S6 said Mr. Daniel Somerset
II always ts4ugbt you were fool, vi
vian, apd nsf / know it. The iaes-
you want toi BIT marfiedn u
Vivian Ses srn laughed, showing his
handsome te kh-a good humored, Joy
GUS laugh-a no wise affected by hi.
uncle's sharp ungraciousness, for h.
had not been acquainted with Mr.. So
merset twenty Ave years for nothing
Is It 90 very alarming, Uncle Dan
iel?" ne asked promptly
II think so. Alarming-yes, beyond
question Yea sssssss ara ali extravagau n
young ssGdys d not an idea to YOU
noddie. hegonc the cut Of your cloth IS
or tbs voupositian OF button hoii
bouquat ia Feasuary. .Rithr no jaa.ss,.
menasgrasstRsss su thai required 10 de-
eide the f1avcl the souD at the club
dinner And "a want 10 get MART
ed"
Vivian waa ~! 70 it, and he knew
the irs:cihle ol bachelors bark was
worse than hisoite.. He leaned back
in his chair an listened to the petu-
lent TRADE
THAT may Dso, Uncle Daniel all
the same, thin Berthe and I will risk
itn
"Bertie Beie who?'
Miss Ethelbtha Gray, Qncle."-
why d!dn'tou say so, then? A
very beautiful, accomplished Sirl-af-
ter you becausehe supposed you are
my heir"
Uncle Dan
Vivian straighned up in his chair,
a sudden little film his blue eyes.
"Uncle Danielhat is not true"
.! lie. do L? cry well, sir; am
used to such accutions FROM you. Go
ahead and make oonsumInate IDIOT of
yourself, If you Hnt to-but mark my
word, you will le the day you ever
married BERTHE Gy. know the ways
of this world-Ihave been taught its
treachery, its poly, its utter want of
human kindness bft-re you were out of
dresses"
but with all pe respect for your
opinion. UNCLE, ya don't know BERTHE
Gray as / know hr. Wait"
Mr.. Somerst iuHed up from his chair
in a passion.
"Qon't speak tone about it. Mind,
not another word nless you wish to be
disinherited
Then Vivian loeed angry and rose
from his chair"
Il would not hetate moment be-
tween Hour none, and the woman
love Do as you phase; | shsll.i
Aud after he wagope Mr. aomerset
walked NneGeily plgna down his ele-
giant library, his foehead all puckered
up, his mouth co1racted in q savage
point. his bright. Ii le gray eyes snap.
ping and flashing
THE fool ! Not ) see it is his mon
ey-only and solely his property that
has won the girl know her. PrettY
picture, great dark ees and 8 complex
ion like lY Leaf, little red mouth
and yellow hair-a Iirl brought up to
paint on velvet and bet at races. flirt
through summer 1t Newport and
winter in the city. A pretty Vassar
college finished girl whose sole end
and aim Of lite is to mke good match.
And that young idiotmagines che is in
love with hiM.n
twenty -four hOuraater, just as Vi
Wan was taking his dnner at Delmoni-
co.'s, q waiter handel him a note from
his uncle, in which that gentleman,
always very erratic This habits, BRIEF
ly stated that he wa off on q trip to
the Yosemite valley TO be gone two or
three months. end lVised Vivian to
consider What had ben said to him on
a certain subject.
with his stuffed egg plant and roast
turkey In undiscomfittd compOsure.
II wish he knew Brtie better" he
thought, with glad thill of fond pride.
But it was distined tat Mr.. Daniol
Somerset shoula neVf know pretty
Reftie.Hray any better decreed by fate
that he should never se her again, for
six weeks later. as sfb sat in her ele-
CANT little boudoir, sewing some foam
ing lace in the neck I'D sleeves of a
black velvet evening c&.ume, Vivian
made his appearance, hle and grave,
as she had nev er seen hm before.
thought you were rot coming till
evening. VIVIAN" she aid in kaweet
way that told how welcome he w$a.
He took a seat beside her little low
chair, and gently, autheitatively, took
the laoes from her lap.
II have bad news OrIyOu, my darl-
ing. and want to bretk it to you at
once"
BERTHE nestled her littl, dimpled hand
in his, confidingly symnthetically.
"Tell me, Vivian, atonce. Only
with you alive and vel here beside
me. no news could be very dreadful,
besides 1 know father aid mother are
both safe. | saw them minute ago.
What is it dear ?"
Vivian looked 81 her, u wonderful
grave tenderness in mis- bhe eyes.
my uncle is dead, Berie, in Califor-
mia, where he has beentraveling for
several weeks. I always Supposed l was
heir to his three million dollars, but"