The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1856-04-17
"And propabIy shall wear it every Sun
day for the next year. ~,

-. i wouldnt, IL j were you.n
II can't afford new dress every month.
I was speaking the other day about having
one more dress, but mother said so much
against il, that l gave up the idea"
"Tied 70 your mothers apron string yet r
sneered Mrs. Farmer.
81 am too thankful TO get my mothers
advice, to reject it." -
"But get the raw silk, do Il will be.
come YOU so we'll; and then we shall have a
little respite from that everlasting fawn-col-
or P'
n'No, ! have made up my mind not to
have IT," PSI @ 80
: "put the money into your stomach. in
stead, and get the dyspepsia into the bar.
gain" said Mrs. Farmer, as she took her
leave.
The "long-run' tells The story; so let US
step forward few years, and look into the
counting room of our clerks.
James and John were still there, and oc.
cupying the same relative positions. Their
salaries have been raised, and for three years
they have been the recipients of the hand
some sum of fourteen hundred year.
The first Of January is at hand. Harri,
d Co., are about to dissolve, and the senior
Who has made u priucrfy fortuno--epd- ;s I.
queer old fellow at that's about to form
a new copartnersl'ip.
Boys" says old Mr.. Harris, "you have
been. with me long while ]. 1 suppose you
want to go ahead. and become merchants y
The "boys" acknowledged the corn" and
John Farmer winked significantly at his as
sociates.
.'Bur." continued the patriarchal mer.
chant, ito get ahead in business. requires
certain qualities Of mind and body. One
must be industrious, economical, and wide
awake, as well as shrewd.. Driving fast hor
ses, eating champagne suppers, and sucking
mint juleps, do not furnish the necessary
schooling for merchant. won't preach
however. In one word; the first of January
is close upon us. Those Of you who car
put two thousand dollars into the concern
shall draw sixth of the profits That's
ALL"
The old fellow turned on his heel, picked
up his hat and left the counting room.
James Bradley was the only one Of the
number-four in all--who could "face the
music" The other three had perfected
themselves in the art of driving 2:4o horses
drinking sheery cobblers, and eating good
dinners which Mr. Harris had hinted was
not necessary qualification for one of his
partners.
John farmers surplus had been spent in
giving his wife "one more dress" As l,i.
salary was oftener required. Beef steaks
mutton chops, and ice were as unhealthy and
dvspeptic in their tendency, as ever; and YET
Mrs. Farmer, from the eostliness of her mp.
parel, might havesbeen mistaken for the la
dy Of nabob.
Five years more. Old Mr.. Harris is dead;
and though the firm Is still Harris & Co.
James Bradley is the senior partner. He
has already, made q competence, and does a
very large business.
8 John Farmer left the concern three years
ago. IL was supposed because he could no,
endure the thought Of being a clerk unde,
bis former companion. He left Boston and
went to New York, but his unthrifty habits
followed him. His wife wore the greater
part Of his salary on her back and disheart.
ened by his il-success, he had increased the
number of sherry cobblen in his per diem al
lowance TO such an extent that he had been
discharged from his place. Not being able
10 get another situation in New York, he
reached Boston in Strengthened circumstan.
ces. He was equally unfortunate there
The toddy blossoms on his nose we're against
him; his coat was rusty, and his breath
snelt like the fog from three,cent grog-
shop. His last dollar was spent, aud his
wife was paying a pisit to friend who had
repeatedly urged her to spend week with
her, and whom she would have been sorry
to disappointi
He was reduced to the last extremity.-
His old friend and associate, james Bradley,
was now in affluence, and able to assist him.
Mortifying as was the thought, there was
scarcely any other alternative, but to apply
to him for situation.
James was shocked when he recognized
him. Sherry. .cobblers, shiftiess wife, zone
more dress" and the want Of ofencouragement
had done their work.
aIs there vacancy in your counting room,
Mr.. Bradley r. he asked, in humble tones.
There is not, John, but will create
place for you." replied the liberal merchant
as be realized the situation Of his former as.
sociate.
"Thank you," replied John, tear start
ing TO his eye, at this unexpected kindness
--the first ho had experienced. anywhere.
not excepting his own house--for many and