Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1859-05-06

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sNever mind the house, John, we've e,
one of our own" whispered John Clarke
wife. gsl5ib4os Ia .nzEEsIa 9t 1Essl55- s
is She was aIrosy little thing only twenty sun
mers old. How brightly and 5ewitchingly 81
shone-a star amid the so1nbre company.
--eBuf what in the world has he left me
muttered John Clarke. 81 believe he hat
mel believe they ali hate ne. ."o gaiH saf
"Hush, dear.passHszaGs s83 bsYfs9s1 bgs Z
sd"I bequeath to Johr Clarke, my dearly b
loved nephew, Tread sfhe grim attorney, sas
reward for his frmRess in resisting temptatio
for the last two years. and his determinations I
improve in all Vaccepsab bic THINGS my otie4h0rs
shay, which has stood in my barn over twenty
FIVE years, requestingthatshe shah repair il, o
cause tito be- urepairediR q assuiiable manner.
That is all Some of the people gafhere
their Uttered, all seemed to enjoy the oonfdsio
of the poor young man. His eyes flashed firt
he trembled excessively; poor little Jenny fam
lyscried aosi7zss sdj ggiasaEaai z siEisBA
ITO think" she said to herself, chow hard b
has triedsto be good, and thatois all be though
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"Wish you joy" said impudent youth
with grin, as he came ont of the room.
John. srrang up to collar the fellosg. but 1
little white hand, laid on his coat sleeyeSre
strained him. .zTsssIsizal0 asof8 sossaaJ &c "
-oaLet, them triumph, John, it won't bur
you" said Jenny, with her sunny smile; please
don't notice them for my sake.
"Served him right" said Susan Spriggs, the
niece Of the old man just dead, and to whom
be had left all his silver, I" served him right for
marrying that ignorant goose Of a Jenny Bra
zier. suppose be calculated a good deal on
the old gentIeman's generosity To which
she added, IN aawhisper that only her own heart
heard, "He might have married me. He had
the chance and I loved him better than any
one else-better than that pretty little fool,
Jenny RrazeTr ssisszaT aaEF 7gslF5 5577asIs2b
"Now we will see how deep his goodness is, u
said maiden aunt, through her nose; @'he stop
ped short in wickedness jest because he expect
ed a fortune from my poor, dear brother
Thanks to n1assy that he left me five hundred
dollars Now can git that new carpet; but
we'I see how much Of a change there Is in
j ohm Clarke-he always was an imp of wick
edness."
"Wen, I guess John olarlz'l have to be con-
tented with his ten feet shanty," said the faith
er of Susan spriggs to good old Deacon Joe
Hemp Eai755T ha-9z F7a.57z.
"Well, 1 reckon he is content-if he amt he
ought to be, with that little jewel of a wife,
she's bright enough to make any four walls
shine" was the deacons reply.
"Pshaw you're all crazy about that GAL
Why she amt to be compared to my Susan.
Susan plays on the forty-piano like sixty, and
manages house frst-rate."
"Bless you, neighbor Spriggs. I'd rather
have that innocent, blooming face smile at me
when walked up of MORNINGS, than all the
forty-piano gals you can scare up tween here
and the Indies-faetl !"
"Id like to know what you mean" exclaim-
ed Mr.. Spriggs, firing up. @
Jest what say" replied good old Deacon
Joe, cody. rlzs r Gl
aWeIl, that j ohm Clark'll die on the gal
lows yet, mark my words" said Mr. Spriggs,
spitefully. rss
THAT John Clarke will make one Of our
best citizens, and go to our legislature yet, re-
piled old Deacon Joe eompacently. ~ rE
doubt it p z-= ..-z5y -
ayes, may be you do, and that's a pretty
way to build up young fellow, isn't, it, when
he's trying his best. No, John Clarke won't
be good citizen, if you. can help it. People
that cry mad dog are plaguey willin' to stone
the critter while he's running, take it; and II
he amt mad they're sure to drive him so. Why
don't you step up to him and say, John I'm
glad you're going right now, and I've got faith
in you, and if you want any help, why come to
me and I'll put you through 2 That's the way
to do business, Mr.. Spriggs.' -. -
"Well, 1 hope you'll do it. that's all, replied
Spriggs sulkily. zs ~
s'I hope 1 shall, and I'm bound to, any way,
if have the chance. Fact is, he's got such a
smart little wife that he don't really need any
help .-sss z.s-s..---sr ...ss-se..
aNo-it's a pity then that brother Jacob
left ihm that one-horse shay - - s.a-.s...
"Y on needn't laugh at that old Jacob never
did nothing without meaning to it. That
old shay may help him to be great man yet.
Fact is, 1 think myself if J Jacob had a left him
money it might been the ruin Of him. Less
things than one-horse shay has made mans
fortin."
aWell. 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 darter that plays on the forty piano, he'd
been all right, and no mistake"
"a one-horse shay!r' said the minister, laugh
ing; "what fortune P'
And so it went, from mouth to mouth
None of the relative@some already rieh-had
offered the poorest man among them-the own
er of the one-horse shay-a dollar of the be-
queathment left to him or to her; but they had
rather reioiced in his disappointment.
The truth is, everybody had prophesiea that
John Clarke a poor, motherless boy, would
come to ruin, and they wanted the phrophesy to
prove true one. He had in his youth, been
wild and wayward, and somewhat profilgate IN
the early years of manhood; but his old uncle
had encouraged him to reform-held out hopes
to which he had hitherto been stranger, and
the love of the sweet young Jenny Brazier COM
pleted, as it seemed, his reformation.
Jenny never appeared so lovely as she did on
that unfortunate day of the reading Of the will
after they had returned to the poor little house
that was Jenny's own.
mo matter john she said, cheerfully, "you
will rise in spite of them. wouldn't let then
think was in the least discouraged, that viii
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 u'
up quite comfortably; isn't our home happy
one, if it is small? And oh! John, by ant
by"
An eloquent blush-a glance toward he
work-basket, out of which peeped the most del
icate needlework, told the story-that ever neV
story of innocence, beauty and helplessness tha
bring cares akin to angels work.
For once, John Clarke stopped the gossip
mouth. He held his head up manfnlly-worh
ed steadily at his trade, and every step SCENE
a sure advance, and an upward one.
o;x Y,,on+bS old xubnYt c0l