The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-02-11
UNCLE GEORGES VISIT.

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 Ind
amassed fortune. And now he had
come East to enjoy himself and visit
his by no means wealthy relations.
"Mr. Leslie" announced Mrs. Leslie
ono evening at the dinner table, "my
Uncle George, whom l have never seen
is coming to visit us within few
weeks, and he says he may stay a
month or two, and may conclude to
make his home with US il"
"Make his home with u.s." snorted
Mr.. Leslie, putting down his cup OF
coffee with vicious jerk. "Well, l
guess not. I don't object to your
poor relations coming here once in a
while for a few days; but as for one
quartering himself on Us for the rest
Of his natural life, it's too much.
Haven't told YOU"
"If it's agreeable" went on Mrs.
Leslie, calmly resuming at the point
where she had been interrupted by her
irate spouse, as though nothing had
happened. "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
O few years OF rest before he dies"
No stage transformation scene was
ever half SO wonderful as the change
that took place on the chubby face OF
Mr.. Leslie. His grey side whiskers
fairly bristled with new-found Joy.
But he tried hard to conceal his
change OF sentiment. That was d.
plomacy. And one OF Mr.. Leslie's
tondest decisions was that he was a
second Machiavelli.
"Well, guess we can find room for
him. How would it do to put him in
the front room upstairs? Don't you
think it ought to be re-papered, Mrs.
Leslie'" said the husband.
OF course Mrs. Leslie, who had been
asking for such an improvement for
some weeks, eagerly assented, and
thanked her stars Tor more than one
reason that her uncle was coming.
"Won't it be splendid to have him
here?" said Miss Florence Leslie,
rather tall, stately young woman,
whose thoughts ran much to society.
Maybe now III get that pair OF dia-
mond earrings | have been waiting for
30 long"
"He may be such horrid old guy
we shall all be ashamed OF him." sug-
gested slangy Miss Bessie, q younger
sister OF Florence. Fancy him sit
ting on our veranda with big SLOUGH
hat and his trousers tucked into his
boots when the De Godleys drive by.
How they will laugh at us!"
"Do you think Uncle George would
buy me pair of ponies, mammal"
asked young Robert, who, though but
nine years OF age, appeared keenly
alive to the situation.
| Uncle George came. He was n very
modest, unassuming gentleman, with
a bronzed face, and the quiet ways OF
a man who had been an exilo from
society for years. And, strange to
say, he was rather averse to talking
about the family history.
Hes a very modest man, Uncle
George is" said Mrs. Leslie, explain.
ing this popularity to q neighbor.
"But, do you know" she said, in q
mysterious whisper, che must be very
wealthy. know he must be getting
ready to make us some splendid pres.
ent, for 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, thought he did
And so it went down to the youngest
member of the family. Uncle George,
1t must be owned, Jared pretty well.
They even gave grand party in
honor of the newly-arrived relation
from the West. All their friends were
invited. The caterers were giver
carte blanche. 1t was really fine
affair.
1--WE wish to spareno pains to max,
my dear uncle feel at home" sale
Mrs. Leslie to her friend, Mrs. Cor
don, that night.
ITO make him feel at home" echoed
Mr.. Leslie. ut is our aim to maxi
his last days as pleasant as possible
IyOu hhOW ITO 10 BoIIiHR Olu, lOr n
has seen rough times out in the West
: and has earned good rest, I'll war
; rant"
: The fact is, this was trific hypo
, critical on the part of Mr.. Leslie
Truth was, he was beginning to get
| little anxious over the fact that Uncl
: George was not making my lavish e1
, penditure OF his vast wealth.
In another part OF the house tina
: night there was another interestiu
little scene. It was behind has
bank OF ferns and palms that the v
vacious Miss Bessie was explaining I
n her betrothtd, Frank Jewett, a
y about the new.found relative.
L "You must be very good to hin
o Frank" she was saying. "Of cours
. know he is u horiid-looking old Il
Is low, and he dresses like scnrecro,
r and he's as stupid rs q stick, and O
that; but then he's rich, and we q
want to keep on the rilht side OF hir
In Tit wasn't Tor that. we wouldn't ha'