The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-05-14
The Two NepheWS.
4 T the window Of a pretty frame

A T the window of pretty frame
~ house near Harlem sat, one
XMH evening at dusk, an old gen
eM9 tleman and a young lady. The
age of the man might be seventy,
whilst his companion had certainly
not reached nineteen.
Her beautiful, blooming face, and
active, 1.-THE and upright figure were
in strong contrast with the worn
countenance and bent frame of til e
old man; but in his eyes and in the
corners of his mouth were indica-
tions of a gay self confidence, which
age and suffering had dampened but
not extinguished.
II guess there's no use in looking
any more, Annie" said he. ''Neith-
er James Robinson nor Luke Mead
ows will beheIe before dark. Very
hard that, when sick uncle asks
his two nephews to come to see him,
they can't come right away. The
duty" he added, sis simple in the
extreme-only to help me die and
take what l choose to leave them in
my will. Pooh when l was a young
mao, I'd have done it for my uncle
right of, but the worlds getting
real heartless."
"Oh, sirr' said Annie.
"And what does oh sirr mean?"
said he. Owe think l shan't die
l know better. A little more and
there'll be an end to Davy Chips.
He II have left this dirty world for a
cleaner, to the great sorrow aud adj
vantage of his afectienate relatives.
Ugh? Give me glass of the doc
tors stuff"
The girl poured some medicine
into a glass, and Chips, after hav-
ing contemplated it for a moment
with infinite disgust, managed to
get ii down.
81 tell you what it is, MISS Annie
Pemberton," he croaked. 81 don't
by any means approve of your 'Oh
SIR and the rest of it, when I've
told you how 1 hate to be called
sir az all. None of your nonsense,
Annie Pemberton, il you please.
I've been your lawful guardian now
for six months and l guess you
ought to be posted in my liking
and disliking."
"My poor father often told me
how you disliked ceremony" said
Annie.
"Your poor father told you quite
right" said Mr.. Chips. erred
Pcmberton was a man Of talent-a
capital fellow! The only fault was
a natural inability to keep a cent in
his pocket. Poor Fred! he loved
me-pm sure he did He bequeath-
ed me his only chid-and it ism t
every friend would do thatr'
"a kind and generous protector
you have beenp'
"Well, l don't know; I've tried
not to be a brute, but sse 1 ha We
been. Don't L speak roughly to You
sometimes? Haven't 1 given you
good, prudent, worldly advice about
James Robinson, and made myself
quite disagreeable, and like a guar
dian? Come, confess you love this
penniless nephew of mine."
"Penniless, indeedr' said Annie.
"Ah, there-it is!' said Mr. Chips.
"And what business has a poor dew
il of an artist to fall in love with
my ward? And what business has
my ward to fall in love with a poor
devil of an artist? But that's Fred
Pemberton's daughter all over!
Haven't ! two nephews? Why
couldn'S you fall in love with the
discreet one-the thriving one?
Luke MISUNDERSTANDING he is a
lawyers a worthy young man.
He is industrious in the extreme,
and attends to other peoples bust
ness only when he's paid for it. He
dlspises sentiment and always looks
to the main chance. But James
Robinson, my dear Annie, may
spoil canvass for ever and never
grow rich. He's all fer art, and
truth, and social reform, and eleva-
ton and the lord knows what.
Meadows will ride in his carriage
and splash poor Robinson as he
trudges on foott"
The harangue was here interrupt
ed by ring at the gate and MI.
Luke Meadows was announced. He
had scarcely taken his seat when
another pull at the bell was heard
and Mr. James Robinson was an
nOunced.
Mr.. Chips eyed his two nephews
with q queer sort Of smile, whilst
they made speeches expressive OF
sorrow at the nature of their visit.
at last, stopping them:
Enough, boys, enoughw said he.
Let US and some better subject to
discuss than the state OF al old
mans health. l want to know a
little more about you both. l haven't
seen much of you up to the present
time, and, for anything L know, you
may be rogues or fools"
James Robinson seemed to vince
under this address; but Luke Mead
ows sat calm and confident.
ITO put a case now," said Mr..
Chips, "this morning a poor wretch
of a gardener came begging around
He could get no work it seems, aad
said he was starving. Well, l know
something about the fellow, and ]
believe he Only told the truth; SO ]
gave him a quarter to get rid OF
him. Now, l guess 1 did wrong
What reason had l for giving him a
quarter? What claim had he on
me? What claim has he on any
body? The value of his labor in
the market is all a workingman has
a right to, and when his labor is oil
no value, why, then, he must go to
the devil, or where ever else he can
-eh, Luke! That's my philosophy
What do you thinkY'
81 quite agree with yeu SIR SAID
Mr.. MeadOws-'perfectly agree
with you. The value of their labor
in themarket is all that laborers can
pretend to-all that they should
| have. NOTHING acts more Derni,