Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1853-12-24
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MARY maue no answer, LOT sne was
little mortified at The ludicrous urn which
her mother had given to Henry's ra her
dretmy propositions, though she never
heard him build any castles in the air out
OF such materials.
Henry came with his usual pleasant
humor, and sat down by Mary, and, after
a fe~ words hv perceived 'haI something
was wrong.
MARY said he, 'have you seen read
ing the Sorrows of Werter!
No, Henry, but have been listening
to mothers sorrows-her lamentations
over you. She says
Never mind what she says, Mary, as |
perceive it is not very good; Just listen to
what have TO tell
well, what is it, Henry ! l hope it is
goods
Excellent capital, il will be delightful
do, then, tell me what it is.'
why last Sunday night dreamed
that
'Dreamedr exclaimed Mary, with
most dolorous sigh.
sAye, dreamed.'
- Well. go on
Il dreamed that had drawn ten thous-
and dollars in the Plymouth Beach Lot
terry
We'll, what then ?
Why, dreamed the same on Monday
night, and on Tuesday night, and the
number was S, 4, 8, 2. Well, | sent
right to Boston on Wednesday, and pur.
chased the ticket, and here it is, you shall
keep it, Mary, and when 60 up to Bos-
ton for the prize you shall be with me-
Poor Mary smiled mournfully, but re.
proachngly. Henry left the house, and
went home satisfied that he had made a
right disposition of the ticket.
Day after day did Henry watch the
post Office, to read the fist report Of the
drawing; but day after day passed without
the desired information.
At length one of the young men was
heard TO remark that Henry Bradford had
shot out of the post Office, as if he had
received some strange intelligence.
Mary said Henry, 'here is your faith
er's paper, and look at the returns, No. 5.
4. 3, 2-ten thousand dollars =
Mary turned pale--thc news was un-
expected.
Lets go 10 Boston, said Henry, 'and
get the money
'The prizes are payable thirty day af.
ter drawing said Mary, looking at the
bottom of the ticket.
That night Mary told her mother of
Ilenry's luck.
Mrs. Carver seemed rather startled.
Are you not pleased, mother!' asked
Nary, do you wish to oppose other OBJ.
stacies to our union" ="
Mary said Mrs. Carver, do you re-
collect the most uncompromisiBg hostility
which your father has TO 10 teries-hIs ul-
ter abomination to money thus distributed!
This prize will be worse to him than pov.
erty. Ever since they refused to make
him a manager in Plymouth Beach Lot
terry. he has set down the whole as gam
bling, and every prize as the DEVILS gift
for mischief; and, to say the truth, most
people begin to think with him.
'Why, mother every body did not ask
to be made manager in the lottery
mo, no; but the people may. like your
father, arrive al correct conclusions from
selfish considerations, and good opinions
may become general without any special
motive for change.
The next day Mary gave back to Henry
his ticket, with an account of the conver-
sation with her mother.
Henry was mortified at the result; he
understood and appreciated the feelings
of tho sold folks and, in any other per.
sons case, he might have approved Of it.
'But what does your fa her want 2 said
Henry. Does he suppose that the mode
adopted 10 build churches, endow schools
and finish public works. is too impure to
supply the needy purse of one who wishes
to be his son-in.law? He is more nice
} than wise.
my father.' said Mary, may not think
, himself called upon to be as particular
about what concerns the public charities,
J corporations, or Indifferent individuals, as
he is, and is about to be in what concerns
the responsibility of his own family
But if acquire wealth by lawful
. MEANS
, sHenry, father never asked that you
: should be rich; he thought it proper, and
i. he makes it condition OF our marrisge,
} that you should have some respectable bu.
! siness, since you are not wealthy
'And your father is right said Henry
: 'but how am / to get clear of the odium
of my lottery prize, 1 can neither see mol
guess
perhaps you will dream it through,
: said Mary archly. = g
+ Il can dream of nothing but schooners
: briggs and ships,' said Henry. .ec
: 'Oh, if you only owned a vessel said
Mary, i do not know but father woult
Q almost forgive its coming as prize
A prize to a prirateer, said Henry,
but 40. ia lottery
t Henry wandered down toward the
I whasves and unoeeHpied ship-yards. The
5 war allowed Of little or-no work among
the ahip-builders. The hull of fine
brig lay al The wharf. She had been
! launched a year. aad there was none Ia
, pasehase her. She was 800 ciamsy for Q
lpriyatees.