The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-05-12
MY UNCLE'S HOBBY.
A Tale of Science, Love and I'm
ported Imagination.

Reginald" said my uncle, one
morning after breakfast, "Rose dag
incourtis coming to stay with us to-
morrow"
suppose that most young fellows,
shut up in dull country house, with
no companions excepta scientific uncle
and faded aunt, would have been pos
sessed by extravaganza delight upon
hearing of the approaching visit of a
bright Devonshire maiden. You will
begin to. understand the unnaturalness
of my position when l tell you that l
was not. At my uncle's announce
ment my heart sank like lead. The
fear of his hobby was upon me.
"Her father was a fine knightly
SOUL" continued my uncle, land her
mother was distinctly a clever woman.
General dAgincourt, her uncle, was
the handsomest man l ever saw. am
inclined to waive certain ancestor in
the maternal line, who is reported to
have been valetudinarian and bore;
and as to Miss d'Agincourt's great
aunt, Lady Somers, who was undOubt-
eddy creature of weak intellect, there
is a trustworthy tradition of a fall in
the nursery, which will dispose of the
supposition of any hereditary faint"
These remarks of my uncle terrified
me. waited anxiously, but l knew
what was coming. Taking his pipe
from his lips with that meditative gest-
ure which l knew so we'll, he pro-
ceeded:
my researches into the life history
of the family have been, upon the
whole, satisfactory. now propose to
devote seven days to the analysis of the
young lady herself. At the end of 8
week, if the result of my observations
points in that direction, shall ask you
to propose to her."
expected the blow, but it staggered
me nevertheless. Argument, l knew,
would be worse than useless.
But what is she like, unclep"
asked.
"She will be, as far as l can Judge
from my present data, of the synthetic
order of mind. That is my hope
What you want in wife, my dear boy
is synthesis. You're so confoundedly
analytical; you haven't spark O.
imagination in your whole compost
ton. That was your poor mother
fault"
But, uncle, I meant what is she like
personality"
She'll be handsome enough for you
you young rogue, I'll be bound. Blu
you'll Judge for yourself tomorrow
You can take the dog cart down tt
Crompton station to meet the five
o'clock train. To-day is Thursday; or
Saturday week l will tell you if yor
may propose to her."
MY uncle beamed benignantly, anC
strolled into the garden.
II.
loved no one in the world better
than l loved my uncle, the kind ole
guardian of my boyhood, but evel
since had arrived at mans estate
lived in dread of his hobby. wa.
convinced of a sneaking tendency tt
the romantic in my own disposition
which would harmonic ill with hi
scientific plans for my future, and
shrank from the trouble which
thought was sure to come between u
when the time came for the practica
working out of his theories. To lister
and assent to his learned dissertation
upon heredity was one thing; to MARI,
girl because the match would dove
tail with his principles was quit
another. As drove down to Cromp
ton the next day, felt that l had al
ready conceived deep aversion TO
this young lady who had been selecte'
as fitting complement to my ex
istence.
This feeling lasted for half an hour
As soon as the train arrived, and Mis-
d'Agincourt stepped from her carriage
began to relent; when l had intro
duced myself, and heard the music O
her replies, l began to like her, ant
when handed her into the dog cart,
was in love with her. The rapidity 9
my subjectier amazed me, for althoug
had always professed to believe i
love at first sight, l had never actual
realized the possibility of such a
event happening to myself. But nov
felt like . newly awakened Cymor
my soul suddenly expanded with tn
most delicious sensations l had eve
experienced. can not describe hel
never could understand how any on
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