The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-10-17

behind the counter on the snug salary q
six hundred . year out Of which you ma
pay your own board, sleep in yard, gro,
pale, get the dispepsy, take to drink
gamble little, and 20 on"
Il tell you, Charley, a good many Q
those city ckrks find 'midge' in thei
wheat, ut the end of the year, that eat
deeper into their lifcs's interest tha
your foe yondcr," said Williams in re
ply. "
| "That's the poetry of that, too
should look out for better things, 20,
know"
"Of course; and il you can afford t,
quit farming, I've just the plan for you
Sampson Il Co., wrote to me last week
that they had vacancy to fill, and if
knew nice young man from the coun
try, good salesman, l might bring hin
along; and you know, Charley, that i
would be delightful to have, you for ,
chum for few years longer"
"Just the thing-whoop, hurrah.-
The midge may have the wheat, Pm of
for the city," shouted the farmer.
"But what will your father say
"Aye, there's the mischief of it. TIL,
governor wants me here, and there.
mother, too, will go into conniptions, fol
fear I'll get into bad ways. Oh, dear
these good mothers,' said the young mar
in long drawling way, chow much trou
bic they do make themselves over theil
young hopefuls''
"And well they may" said Nate; "w,
are the work of their lives, aad if we fail
we blast all their hopes and scatter all the
wealth of heart aud soul, which they have
been garnrring for years there's no try
again for them--all is lost. You know
my mother died just after / left home
my first college term. But / shall never
forget her last words and last look We
were poor, and she had arranged all my
wardrobe WITH sher own hands to save me
expense. Night after night taking hours
from her time to sleep, she piled the needle
for my benefit. The last night she was
ironing, marking and arranging; I don t
know that she went to bed at all
She gave me no long moral lectures, no
doing out of cautions or theology, but
when | was all ready, aud stood with cap
in hand, to say farewell, she stopped to
my side, and laying her hand gently up
on nay arm, she looked up into my face,
and only aid-'Nathan, | want YOU to
do WE'LL Her lip quivered, aud hereyes
filled with tcars-she could not 90 on,
but knew all she would say. She took
my hand, lifted her face to mine, and as
| stopped to kiss her, she whispered as if
the words we're choking her, BE good
boy They were her last words to me.
God bless her memory! They shall be
my talisman through live"
And 1.-The youngman drew his handkerchief
from his pocket; wiped the tears of child
hood from his eyes. The love Of moth
or that calls the past back and starts with
sudden emotion the depths of the heart,
and sends this water of aitllction gushing
to the eyes Of the stalwart man, is the
love of childhood, and shows that there
are still lingering the hopes, the joys, the
freshness and beauty of the spring time,
hid away beneath the matured heritage of
olden years.
The young men Whitfield and talked
and talked and Whitfield, till it was deci-
ded that Nate should make the appica-
ton in his friends behalf to the firm of
Sampson 4 Co., Mr. Sampson being an
uncle to young Williams.
Two years have gone, and we find the
two young men in active business in one
of the great cities of the West. Each at
salary of one thousand year,
Charley has married merchant tailor S
daughter, pretty girl, who had been ed
ucated at fashionable seminary, and
brought up after fashionable ways-to
have every whim gratitied, and to think
and feel that, to be useful somehow, (she
did not know how not exactly respecta-
ble She could remember time when
they were poor, when there were no car
pets on the floor, when her mother used
to sit up late of nights sewing, when she
used to carry five cents to the bakers for
a loaf of bread But those things were
like faint dream, and she could not well
associate her elegant mother, who now al
most led the fashion, with that pale faced
woman of the olden time; nor her portly
father, sitting at case in his arm chair,
in his silvered slippers, with care worn
brow, that used to work in the shop early
and late, some fifteen years ago. The city
was small then, the shop was small, their
means was small. But few hundred
dollars earned by severe industry and
saved by rigid economy, and laid out in
town lots, had done wonders.
Now, the city was large, the shop was
large, the home was large, the income
large, aud she was large and so she felt
at liberty to fall in love with Charles Har-
yey, who was a clerk next door to her
fathers and called often with her brother
Ned, to chat an evening hour away.
Henrietta Banks was just as good as
she could be, considering the circum.
stances. Her father and mother were
Just as good as they could be, considering
circumstances. They had been poor, and
when they were poor, the rich people
passed them by. The we'll bred people
did not seek their acquaintance, and the
snobs turned up their noses at them; and
now they were rich themselves, they fol
| lowed the fashion that to dress well, make
show and astonish people with their
magnifcence of display, was the straight
road into good society. And of course
they were not much mistaken wealth
will give pass to almost anybody into
certain charmed circles that name them
| selves the "best class
Mr.. Banks did not like his daughter
selection, and Mrs. Banks was perfectly
astounded at the idea.
| "That our Henrietta should think o