The Dawson journal., 1883-02-08
Love and Business.

In the coy private Office appel
tanning to their business house sa
Holiday and Son. Holiday was
bluff, heavy old fellow of fifty 0
thereabouts, with a pair of keen
bright eyes, which twinkied inces
sanity, and was seated in his chail
with heels upon his desk. So1
was young man OF twenty-five
tall, dark and handsome, clad in {
suit of navy blue flannel, and was
seated on a corner OF the desk
looking down upon his father.
"Who is the object of your all
devouring passion, eli, Dick, my
boy? the old gentleman ask.
"Some chit Of a school girif"
"Her name is Wilkins" replied
the young man. 'She is widow
"a double widow, [ viii say-for
she has been married twice; and is
come, don't let your chin drop
to such an alarming extent, for
outside of all she is worth $4,000.
although that, III my case, is a
feathers weight in the scales
She is actually 26, but looks ten
years younger, and is as pretty as
a picture. She has one child, a
daughter, who is at school in
Paris, but, as she is an heiress to
100000, she is not an incum-
brance by any MEANS
'Dick, you are a foolp' exclaim-
ed the old gentleman. "The wo-
man is almost old enough to be
your mother"
'Not quite as bad as that"
Il say, sir. she is almost old
enough to be your mother! Have
you committed yourself? has she
you?"
Don't you remember our old
agreement father, that when [
thought of marrying [ would con-
suit with you before taking the
step. l will therefore introduce
you to Mrs. Wilkins, let you study
her character, and then abide by
your decision, for I have no doubt
as to what it VIII be-"
"Ah!" said the old gentleman,
that is better. You may introduce
me, Dick, and I promise you my
opinion of the bewitch-
ing young widow"
Albright; when viii you go?"
Tonight, tomorrow, amy time
you please; but see here, Dick, to
change the subject, how about this
London business? It's going to
ruin"
"Well, I suppose we will have
to send a man to look after it.
"Send!'' cried the old man. chat
wont DO at all; one or the other Of
Us must go. We've trusted entire
ly too much Of late, and home III
terests are almost as bad as our
foreign. Now, Dick, I'll tell you
what I'll do. IL you'll go to Lon
don and straighten things up, I'll
give you my answer concerning
your fame the momentyou return.
I've been over so often that the
very thought makes me sick.
Come, what do you say?"
"If you desire it, I'll go, GER
tainly."
"Then that's settled. Where are
going now?"
81 was going up to the Astor,
but [ will wait until evening, and
then you can accompany me-"
"All right, Dick, all right; only
don't commit yourself. Beware Of
widows, you know
That evening Holiday and son
repaired to the Astor house and
were conducted to one Of the pri-
yate parlors. In a few minutes
Mrs. Wilkins entered, and it was
plain to see that the old gentleman
was amazed He did not wonder
at his sons infatuation, and after
wards acknowledged her to be the
most beautiful woman he had ever
seen. When at length they tool
their departure after spending {
delightful evening the son said:
"What do you say, father?"
Give me time, my boy, give
nae time" he replied.
The next day Dick started 70.
London. The weather was fair
the passage prosperous one, anc
he reached his destination safe
and sound. He found the busi
ness in a terrible state and ba,