The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1885-04-16
UNCLE VERSUS NEPHEW.
tAmerican Sentry.

The belle of the season at Atlantic City
this year was Adriennc Vail.
A dark-eyed beauty, with one of those
rich wine-warm compilations shat remind
one of Egyptian Cleopatra, lovely red
lips and white arms sparkling with cor
dons of precons 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 vel
low sands on the other, she was as beautiful
as dream.
Nor was she unobserved by the gay
stream of promenaders along the shore.
It's foregone conclusion" said old
DIR. Pounce
"She'll marry Brabazon, of course" :"
said Mrs. Aleyne.
"She'll marry the rich est man who
presents himself, no matter who he is"
observed Capt. Dagon spitefully.
"The Brabazons are wealthy family"
remarked DR.. Pounce. OF 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 speak
ing of another "She is the most mer-
cenary creature on the face of the
globe"
Mrs. Alleyne had spoken, if vindic-
lively, still truly. 4Adrienne Vail, with
g. Is "a
music, was rather inclined to view man
kind through the dollar-and-cent me-
dium.
Her face was her fortune. She had
been educated by scheming mother,
who herself pinched and cramped by
perpetual want, had resolved that Ad
rienne should bring her radiant beauty
to the best possible market, and thus
redeem 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 to 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 perpe.ually Dining into her
ears-nor was she likely to forget the
battle cry, now that she was on the actual
field of action.
And | suppose" said Mrs. Alleyne,
biting her lips, as she saw her own
red-haired, sandy y-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 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
Adreinne knew that her young suitor had
no patrimony of his own, and she had no
mind to risk "love in a cottage" even
for the sake of handsome Allan Bra
bacon.
"He stands in fathers place to you,
Allan" she said; "and my standard of
flial duty is high"
lie cannot uelp dOmiIIuR you WHEN
he comes" declared Allan Brabazon, who
had already written to his uncle on 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 pair of black eyes that
| glowed like Goals of fire beneath his
shaggy penthouses of brows.
| His dress was of coarse brown tweed
and Panama which half concealed his
blunt features. But his linen was ex-
quisitely fine, buttoned with diamond
sparks, and on his finger he wore an
emerald ring, which represented almost
the value of a kings ransom.
"Well?" quoth old Barnabas, fixing
an inquiring eye on his nephew.
"Uncle," cried the young man, enthu-
siastically, she is an angel"
"Pll have look at her before make
ND my mind on the subject" said Uncle
Barnabss.
He was taken to call on Miss Vail,
and, like most other gentlemen, he "went
down" at the first sparkle of her liquid
dark eyes. =.
"By Jupiter, Allan, you're right 7"