The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-07-09
UNCLE GEORGES VISIT.

Prince of Wales, or at least lord or a
duke, by the way they treated him.
But he wasn't. There was nothir
blue -blooded or princely about him.
He was only plain George Lewis, a
rough, hardened old miner, who had
gone to the Black Hills when he was
a boy, and by long years OF toll had
amassed fortune.
And now he had come east to erloy
visit with his fashionable but by
no means wealthy relations.
Mr.. Leslie, that gentleman's wife
announced one evening at the dinner
table, my uncle George, whom | have
never seen, is coming to visit US within
few weeks, and he says he may stay
month or two, and may conclude to
make his home with US if
Make his home with US? snorted Mr..
Leslie, putting down his cup of coffee
with vicious jerk. Well, | guess not.
don't object to your poor relations
coming here once in awhile for a few
days, but as for one quartering himself
with US for the rest of his natural
life time it's too much. Haven't
told you
If it's agreeable went on Mrs. Leslie,
calmly resumiDg at the point where
she had been interrupted by her irate
spouse, as though nothing had hap.
pened.
And he says that he has made a
large fortune and thinks, as he is over
sixty years of age and in rather poor
health, he wants to enjoy few years OF
rest before he dies.
No stage transformation scene was
eyer half so wonderful as the change
that took place on the chubby face of
Mr.. Leslie. His gray side whiskers
fairly bristled with new.found joy.
But he tried hard to conceal his
change of sentiment. That was diplo-
macy. And one OF Mr.. Leslie's fond
est decisions was that he was second
Machavelli.
Well, | guess we can fnd room for
him. How would it do to put him in
the front room upstairs7 Don't you
think it ought to be repapered, Mrs.
Leslie said the husband.
And, of course, Mrs. Leslie, who
had been asking tor such an improve
ment for some weeks, eagerly assented
and thanked her stars for more than
one reason that her uncle was COM
ing.
Won't 1t be splendid to have him
here? said Miss Florence Leslie, a
rather tall, stately young woman, whose
ideas ran much to society. Maybe
now IN get that pair of diamond
earrings l have been waiting for SO
long.
He may be such a horrld old guy
we shall all be ashamed of him, sug
gested slangy Miss Bessie, year
younger than her sister Florence.
Fancy him sitting on our veranda
with big slouch hat and his trousers
tucked into his boots when the DE
Goodleys drive by. How they will
laugh at US?
Do you think Uncle George would
buy me pair of ponies, mamma
queried young Robert, who, though
but nine years of age, appeared keenly
alive to the situation.
Uncle George came. He was a
very modest, unassuming gentle
man, with a bronzed face and the
quiet ways OF a man who had been an
exile from society for years. And,
strange to say, he was rather averse
to talking about the family history.
He's very modest man, Uncle
George is, said Mrs. Leslie, explaining
this peculiarly to neighbor. But
do you know, she SAID, in mysterious
whisper, he must be very wealthy. l
know he must be getting ready to
make US some splendid present. For
l saw him counting over an enormous
roll of bills the other day, as though
he were studying what to buy.
Mr.. Leslie, too, was likewise eagerly
expectant. He had really begun to
like Uncle George-at least he thought
he did.
And so it went down to the youngest
member of the family. Uncle George,
it must be owned, Jared pretty
well.
They even gave a grand party in
honor OF the newly arrived relation
from the west. All their friends were
invited carte blanche. 1t was really a
fine affair.
We wish to spare no pains to make
my dear uncle feel at home, said Mrs.
Leslie to her friend, Mrs. Gordon, that
night.
To make him feel at home, echoed
| Mr.. Leslie 1t is our aim to make
his last days as pleasant as possible
you know he Is getting old-for he has
seen rough times out in the west,
and has earned a good rest, I'll war
rant.
The fact is this was trif1e hypo,
critical on the part of Mr.. Leslie.
Truth was he was beginning to get a
little anxious oyer the fact that Uncle
George was not making any lavish
| expenditures of his vast wealth.
In another part of the house that
night there was another interesting
little scene. 1t was behind a huge
bank OF ferns and palms that the
vivacious Miss Bessie was explaining
to her betrothed, Frank Jewett, all
about the new-found relative.
Won must be VERY onAd to him