Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-01-04

part Of which John was too much affect
edto make anyareply. In a short time he
was again on his way towards the bustlng
cities ofthe seaboard, in some one of which
he hoped to earn the money that should
preserve to his mother her home.
Now, John Smith, the senior, bestir your
self +. Your only hos, one of the best boys
that ever summed himself on New England
fhiIl side. has left you to harvest your own
pgrain and get ready for winter. Keep away
from grog shop, and everything besides
viii do wen enough. Go there and every
thing besides viii, be neglected. 's y
At the time Ispeak of, ! do not know as
John Smith would have needed the eau
I ton of an angel He was going down hill
and when this is the fact with lanY one. it
is seldom that good advice avails any
thing. When he gets down there, and has
see the folly of it, perhaps he will turn
! bsck-not now, Smith went down.
He Kept away from Scribner!'s long e.
nough to get into his house and barn, The.
vegetables, and grain his son had taken
such pains to cultivate; but the very next
year his fences we're left unrepaired, and
! his ground implanted Weeds sprung up
where corn Fad grown up luxuriantly
and everything about the once thrifty farm
looked like ruin. His wife fenced and
planted a small garden patch, but beyond
this, little was done.
And SO things went on for three long
years-untilE John Smith bad become a
poor, miserable einebriate,e with scarcely
a coat.to his back, ora pair OF shoes to his
feet. 4 burning thirst was in him calling
for a.cohol A terrible conscience was
haunting him. Despair seemed written in
his facegand on his soul. asa ostE aggoo s1a
One day farmer Churchill met him.
Smith was too far gone--too low down
to think Of further enmity; and when the
good farmer offered his hand, Smith shook
it heartily. he felt that uncle Joblwas re-
ally good man, and that there had been
no'actual cause for his hostility 10 one so
kind and generous. .+g .-.,,a ~. ~. ......
tAnd now said uncle Job, L want you
to come TO my house this evening. An old
friend, clergyman, viii be there, and
will be very glad TO see you.
Smith was took by storm Before he
could think what he was about he had
promised to go. And yet how could he
so, all rags and tatters as he was? He
went home and told his wife what he had
done, and for the first time in three years
asked her advice. staa1 .ia
Where there a willthere way said
the good woman, and set about mcnding
his torn garments.
BY the time the sun had gone, he was in
tolerable trim, and he set out for farmer
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES hadn't crossed
in twelve years. His wife went with him.
They Were treated with the utmost kind
ness, and John was delighted with the cler-
gyman. lie had expected to find a haugh-
~, seN-rightcous, upbraidipg aristocrat.--
Instead OF that, he found a man of humility
man who could pity and feel for him;
man OF all kindness Of heart. John Smith
himself can. hardly tell how it came about
before leaving farmer Churchii!'s he prom
ised the clergyman he would never drink
any more.
And he never did-never, at least to nv
knowledge He set about mending his
fences, repairing himself, got clothing for
himself and wife; and when the spring
came, he sowed and planted as he had
done before. Everything went well with him
and but for that mortgage hanging over
his head, he would have been happy.
Where was his son? A few months af.
ter his departure from home, drover
who arrived back from Boston, and who
knew him, said he saw him in that city, and
that he was engaged in hosting cotton
into a loft a year afterYards, another &C
quaintancc saw him in a wholesale store,
though in what capacity he could not say.
And then year afterwards somebody had
seen him as head clerk in large whole
sale establishment. This was all people in
his native town knew of him. Whether
his mother, and farmer, Churchill, anas FL
len, knew anything ofhis location or en-
ployment, l will not venture TO say; thai
Mrs. Sln.th went regularly to Scribner's
and paid tire interest on that mortgage in
Boston bank noes; that farmer Churchill
occasionally had a letter from the same
place; and that always when he got one,
Ellen would rejoice over the event til she
cried for very gladaess.
Four years, have passed away since young
John Smith, with his bundle on his back
took his way toward the seal board Then
he was not quite seventeen years of age;
row he is nearly twenty one In this long
time has he regarded well the advice Of his
good fried, the farmer? Has he rcmcm-
bered his mother, and tI5ougli often Of his
hons and Of Ellen? Perhaps we shall see.
Let us go on with our story. 1'171 81
July has come: The rich grain is wa
~ - + .
wing in beauty in the fields. The mowers
are in the meadows The yellow corn
leaves are rustiinr in the gentle breeze.ssi
Over there stands Ben. Scribneris grog J
shop, just where ii stood four years ago. I
But the doors and shutters are closed
Ben>s customers have left, him and Othel I
los occupations gone. Look over the hll !
vonderl There comes pretty one horse +
buggy, containing single irdividual-a
gentleman should Judge from his appear !
ance. lie looks young and yet he looks
manly a noble heart looks out from his I
beaming couatenance. His hat is raised, I
that his high forehead may catch the cool /
ing breeze Hegazes about him halffami- /
liarly, as though he recognized in those /
old hills and valleys the acquaintance OF