The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-07-01

CuthberG raised his eyes, but they fell In
stantly. Still he answered quickly:
m II don't grow weary Of it. Why do you
challenge mel Has single murmur ever
escaped me3"
"What! Is discomfort to be expressed By
nothing but groans? Give me leave to tell
you that man can murmur with his face,
sir, without opening his mouth. Pray, under
stand that-murnur with his face, sir"
@Well," said Cuthbert, with little droop-
ing Of the head and reluctant manner, u
will say that il did not know how near your
wishes concerning me lay to your heart, l.
I-n
Here he shrugged his shoulders, smiled
family and fell SILENT beating the ground
softly with his foot.
@Pray finish your sentence. You would
correct pupil, I hope, for stammering," !"
broke in the irritable doctor.
With an expression in his eyes which raade
it very difficult to tell whether he was quite
as much in earnest as his speech represented
him, Cuthbert exclaimed, with certain fas-
tidious emphasis:
IT think no young Englishmnn who reads
the papers but must sometimes feel gener-
GUS ambition to share in the glories and
parils Of the deeds which British soldiers and
sailors are enacting in all parts Of the world" |"
The doctor stared; his face hung between
a scowl and grin; then he burst out sharp
ly:
1.-THE world is before you! It is only your
OWN legs hinder your generous ambition.
What else stays you?'
"Your wishes"
Tho 3o,tor epaaraJ
"Or had better say my duty" said the
Young fellow, in soft voice, looking for q
moment at his father, and then turning his
eyes aside and biting his lip.
"Duty!." cried the doctor, sarcastically.
"Are you stopped by the duty you owe me.
or the duty you owe yourself! If you want
to illustrate fine thoughts, give me something
better than brave words for proof. II your
fathers calling is too low pursuit."
allow, sir!"
u said low"
"Indeed, then"
"Hold your pirate! How dare you inter-
rupt me, sir! I say that if your fathers
calling is too low a pursuit to satisfy your
vaulting mind, why, shake Off the mean
burden, loosen your wings, and leave your
duty behind you. Tut! tut" he cried, mo-
tioning with his hand; "if those are your
fancies, III not balk your qualification Of
them, trust me! It is nothing, Of course, " he
continued with bitterness he could not con-
ceal, though he would imagine his satirical
smile good mask, "that for twenty years
should have been sturdily plodding on In
hope of leaving you an established man OF
sound report and name, narrowly holding
nv earnings, with the blessed help Of your
dead and sacred mother, that might give
you an Oxford training; nothing my vigor-
Gus toll, my slow and painful reaches to COM
potency, Of which what should you know
beyond what you have CLEANED from :-our
poor mothers tales of our early struggles'
Pshaw! get you gone, my dear! There IS
glory abroad, indeed murder, lust and fire!
Now go and add your mite to the general
destruction, by the demolition of your
fathers hopes"
This was high tragedy rant. Something to
make modern laugh. But old gentlemen
used to spout somewhat in this way in those
DAYS; and sons who called papas "sr" listened
respectfully to stronger stuff than this, as
you may see in the comedies Of the age and
learn from the tales of your grandfather.
"Father," cried Cuthbert-and there shot
into his face sudden expression of deep ap-
peal that made its beauty rs touching and as
soft as q woman's-"you are not just to me.
dc not wish to leave you. l glanced very
lightly at my fancies. Fancies they arc
most trihing; without influence, indeed II
there is anything in my manner that causes
you uncasiness, will reform it,
But once more his keen glance went down.
ward, and the keen gaze of his fathers black
eyes asuredly belied their owners sagacity
if ne did not detect that something stood be.
tween him and his sons honesty.
Yet divining no other reason that bis son