Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1858-12-10

put you throughF That's the way to do
business, Mr.. Spriggs."
"Well, 1 hope you'll dol it, that's ALL"
replied Mr.. Spriggs, sulkily.
II hope shall, and I'm bound to,
any way, if | have chance. Fact is,
he's got such a smart little wife that he
don't really need any help"
NO; it's pity then that brother ia
cob left him that one-horse shay
"You needn't laugh at that; old ia
cob never did anything without mean
ing to it. That old shay may help him
to be a great man yet. Fact is, l think
myself if Jacob had left him money it
might have beer the ruin of him. Less
things than a one-horsc shay has made
many mans fortin."
Well, I'm glad you think SO much
of him don't"
"No," muttered Deacon Joe, as his
neighbor turned away, "but if he had
married your raw-boned dartcr, that
plays on the forty-piauo, he'd been all
right, and no mistake"
ga one-horse shay" said the minister
laughing, "what fortune"
And so it went, from mouth to mouth.
None of the relatives -some already rich
had offered the poorest man among
them-the owner of the one-horse shay
"a dollar of the bequeathment left to
him or her; but they had rather rejoiced
in his disappointment.
The truth is, everybody had prophe-
sled that John Clark, poor, motherless
boy, would come tG ruin, and they want
ed the prophecy to prove true one
He had, in his youth, been wild and
Maynard, and somewhat prohigate in the
early years of his manhood but his old
uncle bad encouraged him to reform
held out hopes to which he had hitherto
been stranger, and the love of the
sweet young Jenny Brazier completed,
as it seemed, his reformation.
Jenny never appeared so lovely as she
did on that unfortunate day of the read
ing of the will, after they had returned
to the poor little house that was Jenny's
own.
"No matter, john" she said, cheer
fully, "you will rise in spite of them.
| wouldn't let them think | was in the
least discouraged, that will only please
them too well. We are doing nicely
now, and you know if they do cut the
railroad through our bit of land, the
money will set us up quite comfortably !;
isn'nt our bone a happy one, if it is
small? And, oh ! John, by and byw
An eloquent blush--a glance toward
her work basket, out of which peeped
the most delicate needlework, told the
story-that ever new story of innocence,
beauty and helplessness, that bring cares
akin to angels work.
For once, John Clark stopped the gos-
sips mouth. lie held his head up man
fully, worked steadily at bis trade, and
every step seemed a sure advance, and
an upward one.
Baby was just six months old when
the corporation paid into John Clark's
hand the sum of six hundred dollars for
the privilege of laying a track through
his one little field.
"a handsome baby, a beautiful and
Industrious wife, and six hundred dol
lars" thought John, with an honest ex-
ultation, "wel, this is living!'
John" said his wife, rising from her
work, ''look out"
lie did, and saw the old one-horse
shay dragged by stalwart negro.
"Massa says as how the old barn is
gwine to be torn down, so he sent your
shay" said the African.
"Thank him for nothing" said John,
bitterly; but glance at his wife re-
moved the evil spirit, and better one
smiled out Of his eyes.
John, you can spare little money
now to have the old shay fixed up, can't
you? You ought to, according to the
will" said Jenny.
"The old trash p muttered John.
"But you could at least sell it for
what the repairs cost" said Jenny in her
winning way.
Eyes, ! suppose / could"
"Then I'd have it done, and bless
me, I'd keep it, too. You've got good
horse and can have the old shay made
quite stylish for baby and me to ride in.
Shan't we shine %
"Well, I'll send it over TO Hosmer's
tomorrow, and see what he will do il
for"
"Look here Mr.. Hosmer wants you
to come right over to the shop p shouted
the carriage-maker's apprentice, at the
top Of his lungs; cold Deacon Joe's
there, an says he's right down glad
golly, it's hundreds, and hundreds, and
hun"
Stop, boy what in the world does
he mean, Jenny ?"~cried John Clark
putting the baby in the cradle face down
wards.
:" Ny patience, John, look at that
child--precious darling! I'm sure
don't know, John; I'd 60 right over and
see," said Jenny, by snatches rightine
the baby, sits his fun, I suppose"
"'Taint any fun, tell ye," said the
BOY, while John hurried on his coat and
hat; "my gracious guess you'll say it
amt fun when you come 10 see them ere
gold things and the bills"
This added wings to John Clark's
speed, and in moment he stood breath
less in the old coacbmaker's shop.
"Wish you joy, my Gnc teller y cried
Deacon Joe
Look here what'll you take for