Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1859-03-29

Gle had encouraged him to reform; held ou
hopes to which he had hitherto been strange
and the love of the sweet Young Jenny Braziel
completed, as it seemed, his reformation.
Jenny never appeared SO lovely as she did OF
that unfortunate day of the reading of the viii
aftel they had returned to the poor little house
that was Jenny's own.
sNo matter, John" she said, cheerfully, "yor
will rise in spite OF them. wouldn't let then
think was 10 the least discouraged; that will
only please them too WELL We are doing nice
ly now, and you know if they do cut the railroad
through our bit of land, the money will set ri
| up quite comfortably isn't our home happy
one if it is small? And oh John, by ani
| bye .i- .ree-1 -
An eloquent blush-a glance toward hel
work-basket, out of which peeped the most del
icate needle work, the story-that ever new
story of innocence, beauty and helplessnesss
that bring cares akin to angels work.
! For once, John Clark stopped the gossip
mouth. He held his head up manfully; work
ed steadily at his trade, and every step seemed {
sure advance and upward one.
Baby was just elk months old when the cor
poration paid into John Glarke's hand the sun
of six hundred dollars for the privilege of laying
!
"a handsome baby, a beautiful and industri-
GUS wife, and six hundred dollars" though
John with an honest exultation; well, this il
living~ i5s - -. ny4.a
"John," said his wife, rising from her work
"look out" e e ~ -9-s-. -'+,'
He did, and saw the one-horse shay dragged
by stalwart negro. % ~ ~
"Massa says as how the old barn is gwine Il
| l.~- nd boo oopf uOu CHI
the African. s.seF .s1.'.
"Thank him for nothing" said John bitterly
but glance at his wife removed the evil spirit
and bitter one smiled out of his eyes.
"John, you can spare q little money now Il
have the old shay fixed up, can't you9 Yor
ought to according to the will, said Jenny.
"The old trash !" muttered John.
"But you could at least sell it for what thu
repairs would cost, said Jenny, in her winning
wsy.
Eyes, suppose could" 'a1l -
6 "Then I'd have it done, and bless me, I'd keel
| Il too. You've got good horse, and can have
the old shay made quite stylish for baby and me
to ride in Shsn't we shne2"
! "Well, I'll send it over to Hosmer's to-mor-
row, and see what he'll do it for2"
i
right over to the shop!' shouted the carriage
makers apprentice, at the top of his lungs, "od
Deacon Joe's there, an says he's right down
glad golly, it's hundreds. and hundreds, and
hundreds, and hun--."
"Stop, boy What in the world does be
mean Jenny" cried John Clarke, putting the
baby in the cradle face downward.
"My patience, John, look aG that child-pre-
| t
I'd 90 right over and see." said Jenny bJ
snatches' righting the baby; sits his fun, sup
pose." *.
"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 to see them ERE gold things and the bank
bills"
This added the wings to John Clarke's speed
and in moment he stood breathless IN the ole
coachmaker's shop.
s'Wish you Joy my fine fellerl" cried Deacon
Joe. :.
"Look here-what'll you take for that ole
shay III give you four thousand dollars,
cried the coach maker in great glee. a..
| "Four thousand!" cried John, aghast.
Eyes; lest look at it'll You're a rich man
sir; and by George I'm glad of it, tor you de
serve to be-" .,....-.. ..,-,...
The carriage-maker shook his hand heartily.
What do you suppose were the CONSERVATION
delight, gratitude; the wild, wild joy that tillet
the heart of Clarke, when he found the ole
shay filled with gold and bank notes | mear
the seats, the cushions, the Innings, and ev-
cry place where they could be placed withou
danger or injury-thieves never would have
condescended to the one horse shay.
| At. Il G, b,,r1 ltor in a :
4 Poor John-or rather, rich John-his head wa
nearly turned. 1t required all the balance Q
| Jenny's nice equipoise of character to keep hi
extatic brain from spinning like hummipg top
/ Now he could build two houses like the one hi
! uncle had beoueathed to his red-headed cousin
who had wished him joy when tie will wa
read-the dear old uncle! What genuine sor-
row he felt as be thought Of the many times b
had heaped reproaches upon his memory.
/ Imagine, if you can, dear reader, the peculia
feelings of those kind friends who had prophe
sled that John Clarke would come to griet A
first Deacon Joe proposed to take the old sha
lust as it was-lining stripped, bits Of clot
lhanging-and upon tin trumpet proclaim tn
glad tidings to the whole town, taking especia
pains to stop before the house of Mr.. Sprigg.
and blowing loud enough to drown all the forty
pianos in the universe; but that was vetoed b.
Johns kind little wife.
"La they'll know it soon enough" she ssit
kissing the baby ); II wouldn't hurt their feel
Iings" ..si....
They did know it, and few years after, whe
John Clarke lived in a big house, they all vote
for him to go to the "legislater." So much 70
the one-horse shay. -s....
| DRIFYING THE FEMALE SRx.-Rev. DR., Alex