The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1853-06-28
LUCK Is EVERYTHING.

LUCK Is EVERYTHING.
/ The course of true love, it is said, did neve
rfyet run smooth, ana those wno-havo experi
ence on that turnpike ofthe affections, or r.. IN
er Railroad, as IL Is soon run over, bear testi
mohy to the jols, trimmings off" and mash
ings up alive, Of which the poets speak w,
have no great taste in this age of politics ant
perplexities, to dsbe in fancy stocks anC
risk our reputr ton for gravity; yet the illus
tration Of an abheroism of admitted truth, may
be considered seasonable, and the moral de
duced from illustration may compensate some
for the time of reading IT,
| In the year lSl4-we remember the time
well, because a part of the incidents of the
story were connected with great event, an
event not likely to be forgotten-well, in tho
year 1914, young man, who TO a visionary
mind, and n consequent; want of employment,
added most desperate affection for young
lady, quite to good for him, if his business pur.
suits were alone considered, but jnst his match
if confidence, affection, purity or mind and in
nocence OF purpose, are the the reward of large
endowmonts, strict integrity, and desire for
honest competency, without the means of OBJ
tanning it
| There was no more pleasing young man in
tho thriving village than Henry Bradford; and
everyone agreed with his neighbors, that he
was the most agreeable person, AMI the bes,
educated about. Bot he did not study law,
despised medicine, and did not take to the
church; he had often thought of merchandise,
but that required CT pital, which he could not
raise, and so he did not get ahead, though he
was forever on tho brink of some wonderful
success, which he certainly would have Sc
cured, if he had only entered on the enterprise
Mary Carver evidently loved Henry Brad
ford; for knowing that, excepting his hand
some person. pleasing manners, and good
character, he had nothing to ffer, she would
uot otherwise have been deaf TO the offers of so
many young men, whose characters and posi-
iions rendered them desirable to the family
These offers were repeated too often, and hints
SO strong were given to Mr.. and Mrs. Carver
that { was deemed proper. after a serious de-
liberation In cahin,t council, to admonish their
daughter that Henry was in no business and
was ret likely to be in tiny way to maintain
family.
n,s Carver oEeo,d d the Diplomacy W tn her
daughter, and, after two or three conferences,
retreated under the laugh Of Mary, who de.
clared she did not doubt that Henry would
one day lie rich enough To take care Of both
for he had dream that he should be. Mrs.
Carver had no disposition to lareh IN such
serious mission and no desire 10 be angry with
her daughter.
Mary, however knew that when her father
came to negotiate, she would have to uso 9th.
er arguments han laughter, and therefore she
admonished Henry # the approaching storm.
Henry thought of it two or three days, an un-
usual timo for him 10 devote to anything like
his personal affairs.
At length the family was honored by for
NAL offer from clergyman in a neighbnring
town. He was learned, pipus, rich and respec
ted, and such an ohor was not 10 be sligbted.
Old Mr. Carver took the subject to heart, and
Mrs. Carver gavo her sheer muslin cape
double clear starching mp on the very idea of
becoming a mother. in-law to a minister. Ma
ry pondered these things i'm her heart. She
saw the imprnbabity Of Henry's attaining
situation that would ever warrant rimony
She was listening to her mothers account of
his want Of application to business, his appa-
rent disregard Of all the ordinary means ofOb-
tanning competence and of his utter lack of
what is called common sense; and the old lady
concluded her homiy with n remark that she
believed Henry Bradford would lhink more of
a dream of wealth twice repeated, than of the
best prospects that ever presented business
preferment.
Mother. said Mary, Henry is not fool
No. said Mrs. Carver hesitatingly, he is not
a fol, certainly
why then. do you talk so of hint asked
Mary. But hero he is coming now con,in-
ued the girl.
Speak to him plainly, my child said Mrs.
Carver.
Mary made no answer, for she was a little
mortified at tho ludicrous turn which her
mother had given to Henry's dreamy propo-
sition, though she had never heard him build
castles in the air out ofsuch materials.
Henry came with his usual pleasant humor.
words he pcrcieved that something was wrong.
Mary, said he, have you been reading the
Sorrows of Werter2
mo. Henry, but have been listening to
mothers sorrows, her lamentations over you.
She says:
Never mind what she says, Mary, as por-
ceive ii is not very good; just listen to what
have to tell
We'll, what is II, Hcnryl hope il is good
Excellent, capital, it will be delightful
do then, tell me what IT is
sWhy last Sunday dreomed that
'Dreamcdf' exclaimed Mary with a most do
lorous sigh.
'Ay, dreamed
'---wcll go on 0N ''
Il dreamed that had drawn $4,000 in the
Plymouth Beach Lottery. lsnlo
'Wcl. what them
why, dreamed the ssme on Monday
night and en- Tuesday night, and tho Numbers
wcrc s. a. 3,2 Well sent right to Boston on
"Wednesday and purchased the ticket, and
here il is; you keep it Mary, and when 60
up to Boston for the prize, you shall be with
me-, ,a r AM rfr.04.tl. .l.a.s.
Poor Mary smiled mournfully and reproach
fully. Henry left the house and went home
satisfied that he had made right disposition
of the ticket. siraag rs.s a11sel DOOM
Day after day did Henry watch at the post
office TO read the report of the drawings. but
duy after day passed without the desired in
formation 70 zoe II 'l.+4 isHl i'- yA-
At length one 6fths young mon was hoard
to remark that Henry Bradford had shot out of
the post ofice, % II he had received some
strange intelligence. t'N' AZ