The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1902-11-27
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NV HEN Edwin Dumble, son of old
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wv Richard Dumble, the million.
aire brewer, fell in love with Henri
eta Schouler, he knew that his
father would oppose their marriage
He was a sophomore at Harvard, and
Henrietta was studying music with
Madame Frisonne in Boston. Mrs
Sears, the girls chaperone and aunt,
had warned the youth that the at
tachment must be broken. Not that
or Mrs. SchOuler object, for you
are a nice boy, Edwin; but your
father would rather see you dead
than allied to the Schoulers by mar
riage. Why? 1 can't tell you-go and
ask your father"
So Edwin, hurriedly packing bag,
rushed to his parents big New York
office, blurted out the story of his
love for the pretty music student, and
demanded the reason for the antic-
ipated opposition. There was quar-
ter of an hour of storming-an in
coherent damnation by the old man
of everything connected with the
Schoulers, and a sweeping character
iZation of the family that brought
the young man to his feet almost
screaming with rage-before an ex-
PLANTATION was offered
Then old Dumble said terscly:
"Old Schouler was my secretary
once. Your mother was his sister;
he trotted her around to me when
he found out that l wanted wife,
and | married her. Before YOUR
mothers death Schouler married his
second cousin, woman of no fam
lily, an adventures. who has been
since. This daughter has been shipped
from st. Louis to Boston to study
this fol-de-rol French singing, and
mark my words, boy-and to take
you in! You've been taken in, too,
easily enough"
But" the old mans voice was
raised in anger, you must not see
that creature again!"
"Creature!" cried young Dumble,
starting up from his chair. ''Sir, you
must not say that again! Henrietta
Schouler is the dearest, best girl on
earth, and" Edwin controlled him
self with an effort.
There is no use wasting words be-
tween us" said the father, speaking
quietly now. 81 can never consent to
your marriage with that girl can
not consent to have you see her
again. Mrs. Sears agrees with me.
Now, will you give me your word as
a gentlemen-as my son-not to try
to see her if you go back to Cam
bridge?"
NO" replied the son. 81 love Hen
rietta better than my own life. I
shall marry her, whatever you say or
do" Then, for time, the two
stood face to face. The father turned
from his gaze and began to pace the
thicllly carpeted floor of his big Of
fee, and presently the son was meas
uring the opposite limit of the room
And so, for half an hour. At last the
old brewer stopped to face his son
and say:
81 am quite determined that this
marriage shall not take place. You
would do well not to try to force it
| am prepared to go to any extent
to prevent it. Now. go back to Cam.
bridge with this thought before you
always: / shall thwart every attempt
you make to see the girl and will
make it absolutely impossible fol-
you to marry her. | hope you will
recover from this madness"
The old mans tones were so even
so controlled, that the boy suspected
a disposition to yield. He began tC
plead, saying that the girl was wor
thy, beautiful-everything desirable
But the thunder-cloud began tc
gather, and the incoherent pleading
was stopped by fierce oath.
$50 now, my son, before we quarre
further" said the old man quietly.
Young Edwin went back to Cam
bridge, leaving his father to an houl
of fierce anger, then a night of act
i've planning. When the rumble O.
the milk carts in the deserted streets
announced the morning, the old mai
went home and to bed with a smil'
Of confidence.
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