The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-03-08
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through dirty ways into my favor, by
 such concessions and such crooked deeds, such meannesses and such vile endurance,
 that nothing can repay no, not the legacy
 of half the world. Can you bear that?'
 The good, the benefcent Pecksniff could
 bear anything in such a holy cause, and
 so old Martin went to his home. In. spite
 of all their attractions and the character
 of their saintly father. the two daughters
 of MT. Pecksniff had, as yet had no
 formal proposals of marriage, though it
 was high time for both of them. There
 was a young man, MT. Augustus Moddle
 who lived at Mrs. Todgers Commercial
 Boarding House, where Pecksniff and his
 girls stopped when in London, who was
 very sweet" upon Merry, but he was
 too bashful to come to the point and
 Merry was such gddy, laughing thing
 that she unwittingly made the process
 rather difficult for him. Then Jonas
 Chuzzlewit, son of Anthony Chuzzlewit,
 old Martin brother, came accounting and
 made advances in his rough, boorish, selfish way to Merry.
 Jonas lived with his father in a dim and dingy house, part dwelling and part counting room, in dismal, neglected murky business section of the great city Anthony was old-very old. It seemed to his dutiful son as if he would never die
 and the dutiful son told him so at ire h living with Jonas and his father, a MT. Chuffey, who had been young once, and a school fellow of Anthony's, but was now very, very old, and was the only human being who loved old Anthony in the world.
 What a cold spring." whimpered An thony, covering over the evening fire in his gloomy parlor.
 ! There you go, burning your clothes" l observed Jonas. 'Broadcloth aint 50 i cheap as that comes to. Stop stirring the l fire. Do you mean to come to want in
 your old age? Want, indeed" continued l Jonas in a lower tone. You always were
 a selfish old blade, and I believe you'd 1 live to be couple of hundred years old i 1T you could"
 1 When any one except Anthony spoke to 1 old Chuffey the withered old creature did 1 not answer. Apparently he could under stand only what was said to him by his l old master. and to him he answered l, promptly when he spoke. Now and then as 1 he sat opposite Anthony, he would say: l Your own son, MT. Chuzzlewit, your own 1 son.
 Hes worse than you are," cried Jonas Hold your tongue, old Chuff." And then Jonas stole out to look at his father S 1 will once more, a will of which he had 1 taken possession.
 ! As Jonas raised his eyes from studying i the words that made him his fathers sole 1 heir he started to face looking at | him through the glass partition-in fact, l apparently reading the will over his shoulder. It was MT. Pecksniff, the moral, who greeted Jonas in his usual urbane manner and asked him what he found so 1 interesting in the evening paper. l You're deep fle," replied Jonas. "It | was the paper Come in" Anthony ] Chuzzlewit had sent for Pecksniff to say 1 to him that if Jonas was going to marry l one of the estimable architects daughters 1 it had better be brought about at once, 1 and as soon as .--e two were alone to- l gether he said it.
 You are not wise to play too fine a | game for him." said the old man. "If ] you want him, bring him to the point" l Then he fell Into doze and Jonas enter | ing, remarked that he snored very loud l ly. While Jonas and his visitor were , talking there suddenly came scream from Chuffey. Anthony Chuzzlewit had 1 fallen to the floor. and soon after the doc l tor arrived the old man died.
 ' Mir Pecksniff went for an attendant by
 the doctors direction and brought to the