Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1849-09-20

MT. Smith could not we'll objec;o the PROPOSE
: ton, and they went down.
lhere 1t stood in Benson's barn-a simple, beau
tiiul, perfect model of threshingaachne, in full
operation, with a half bushel in Dnt rapidly FL
nng with the shining grain, whlon the opposite
size stood the inventor exultngly y1ourishing the
receiver
9 Tha. works admirabl {" exclaimed the Ma
joe, striking his pair .o9ether wlih enthusiasm
! We had be.tsr examine little before pronoun-
cling judgment, Msor.' suggested Smith. "It
may not always work as we'll"
"Ay, gentlemei," cried the inventor, examine
it throughout, from top to bottom, inside and out
keep an eye on Is movements, and find an imper-
fection if you can. You can't do it, gentlemen.
| 1t can't be improved, no how. There never was
threshing machine invented that could hold
candle to it. and there never will be. challenge
the whole nation Of Yankees-my kith ano kin
included-to bring forward anything to compare
with it." h,at
+ Every word Of this haraneue sank. like lead
upon MIR. Smiths heart, and his brilliant hopes
sank with them. He saw at glance the siperi-
ority of the invention before him to his own He
couldn't help seeing it. Fain would he have found
some defect; but both inventor and invention de-
fed him. And when the former mentioned the
price of his machine, he was satisfied thai was
all over with him. II was ten dollars less than
his whole cost at the lowest estimate. This was
| a severe blow to Mr.. Smith, but there was no
help for it. Just as he was about to lay his eager
hand upon the prize, it was sna,ched beyond his
reach. But his determination to be rich was as
unshaken as ever. He had resolved, and ie would
perform.
With heavy step he returned to hin home,
and after brooding awhile over his disappointment,
fell back upon his ingenuity. ,.al
A few weeks after. a finished orn.sieller,
IL ,,1 No.
tha from the head Of the stairs Come Martha,
come, see how nicely it works. 1t does the bus
mess to T." 9.t
Martha went. Mr.. Smith presented his child
with an ear of corn, and setting the machine in
motion, the yellow kernels ratified out upon the
floor, and the cob, like a newly feeced sheep1
bounded half way across the floor Another and
another ear was presented, with the same result
and triumphant There lite wife !" broke the
inventors lips.
Martha expressed herself pleased that the thing
was done but then her eye fell upon the huge
machine, in an opposite corner, and it met her
glance with malicious and oflious grin. Still
Martha was pleased.
Mr.. Smiths next step was to get the thing pat
ted and In the meantime, two machinis.s were
employed to manufacture severa dozens after the
original. But alas he had not disposed of halt
dozen, before he received indirect information
that he was to he prosecuted 70, mechanical pla-
garism The long of the matter shortened was,
that our Smith, in his last adventure sank ihou-
sand dollars, lost portion of lis good temper,
and caused his little wife sad c,ying spell.
81 told you you had better stid to your trade, u
was the consoling saluta.ion that greeted him
wherever he went He wondered why people
couldn't mind their business, and lei his alone
| His modification and disappointment soon began
to wear off; and in the same PROPORTION his deter
mination to become rich gathered strength.
81 wonder what is to come mex :" sighed Mar
tina, as she listened to the cang and catter, the
filing and grating overhead. i should think
1 that he had had enough Of It,"
4, But no Mr. Smith was not yet satisfied with
the acquisition made to his humble fortune. He
had no reason to be. Day after day he toiled-
nobody, not even Martha, knew what Before
she was aware, the anxious wife would repeat to
herself the exclamation she was constantly expec-
ting TO hear from the head of the stairs, Come,
| Martha, come and see how nicely it works.
But she never heard it agan. All atonce the clang
| and clatter ceased, and she heard her husband
coming down stairs, as if conveying heavy bur
den. With her heart in her mouth she turned to
hook out Of the window. She had no sooner done
so, than her clear, musical laugh went ringing
from room to roon like an echo striving to escape
What are you laughing at, Martha !" tartly
| inquired Mr.. Smith, with little confusion of face
True to her Yankee birth, Martha replied to tha,
question by asking another Why, George, what
have you been doing now 7" and she pinched her
plump cheeks to conceal the roguish dimples.
"lnventing somethiag new And don't think
| have infIinged on anyhndy's rights this time."
but what is Il Il is such an old looking
thing"
"What should i. be but horse rake !''
ITO rake horses, dear! =!
"To rake hay. You know better than 10 ask
such question as that"
"Oh!"
"O-o.o-o.h! just as ifyou didn't know any bet
ter. To the barn, and tomorrow will show
something that'll make you oh to some pur
pose :" So saying he took up his latest invention
! and stole away.
The morning came-a bright. clear day as ever
shone. At an early hour in the afternoon Mr..
Smith had everything in readiness. His horse
was attached TO the shafts, and G.. Washington
Smith, ir. was mounted
"Now George, my boy" said Mr.. Smith, sta
tionng himselfin the rear start ahead little
The rider loosened the rein with chirrup.
/" Steady, steady hold him in Saul OF Iar.a-
ry !" exclaimed Mr. Smith, in an agony OF delight,
.'how it rolls up the hay! Steady George. :,
Sure enough, how il rolled up the hay II couid
hold no more and Mr.. Smith bore upon the lever
that was to cause the apparatus TO turn sort ol
somerset and leave ITS load behind, but 1t did not
turn. lie pressed harder, and some part giving