Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1859-01-12

the money will set us up quite comfortably I
isn't our home happy one, if it is small
And oh John, by and bye 20
An eloquent blush-a glance toward her
work-basket, out of which peeped the most
delicate needlcwork, told the story-that ever
new story of innocence, beauty and helpless
ness, that bring cares akin to angels work.
For once, John Clarke stopped the gossips'
mouths. He held his head up manfully-work-
ed steadily at his trade, and every step seemed
sure advance, and an upward one.
Baby was just six months old when the cor
poratlon paid into John Clarke's hands the
sum of six hundred dollars for the privilege
of laying thsIrack through his one little field.
ga handsome baby, beautiful and indus
trious wife, and six hundred dollars,'' thought
John, with and honest exultation, 'swcll this
is living ~
ssJohn,'' said his wife, rising from her work, :,
sslook ont.''
He did, and saw the old one-horse shay,
dragged by stawart negro.
ssMasSa says as how The old barn is gwine
to be pulled down, SO he sent your shay" said
the African.
.sThank him for nothing'' said John, bit
terly5 but a glance at his wife removed the
evil spirit, and better one smiled out of his
eyes.
'sJohn, 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.
ssThe old trash % muttered John.
sBut You could at least sell it for what the
repairs would cost" said Jenny, i'll her win
ming way.
eyes, | suppose conld."
"Then I'd have it done, and, bless me, I'd
keep it, too. You've got Il good horse, and
can have the old shay made quite stylish for
baby and me to ride in. Shan't we shine 20
We'll, I'll send it over to Hosmer's to-
morrow, and see what he will do it for
s.Look here, Mr.. Hosmer wants you to
come right over to the shOp!'' shouted the
carriage makers apprentice, at the top of his
lungs; sold Deason Joc's there, an'says he 5
right down glad-golly, it's hundreds, and
hundreds, and hundreds, and hun
''Stop, boy! What in the world does he
mean, Jenny 20 cried John Clarke, putting
the baby in the cradle face downwards.
s'My patience, John. look at that child
precious darling I'm sure l don't know,
John. I'd go right over and see," said Jen-
ny, by snatches, righting the baby; sits his
fun, suppose
'.'Tain't any fun, tell ye,' said the boy,
while John hurried on his coat and hat ''my
gracious; guess yon'll say it ain't fun, when
you come TO see them 'ere gold things and
the bills;
This added wings to John Clark's speed,
and in moment he stood breathlcss in the
old coachnIaker's shop.
'.Wisli you joy, my fine fellow!'' cried
Deacon Joe.
s.Look hcre-what'H You take for that old
shay I'll give you four thousand dollars"
"Four thoUsandi" cried John, aghast.
s.Yes: Jest look at it : You're rich man
sir; and by George, I'm glad OF it, Tor you
deserve to be-" The carriage maker shook
his hand heartily.
What do you suppose were the consterna
tion, delight, grattude-the wild, wild joy
that filed the heart of Clark, when he found
the old shay filed with gold and bank bills
mean the cushions, the Innings, and every
place where they could be placed without
danger or injury-thieyes never would have
condescendcd TO the One-borse shay.
Five thousand five hundred dollars in all
Poor John or rather rich J John-his head
nearly turned. 1t required all the balance
of Jenny's nice equipoiSe of character TO KEEP
his ecstatic brain from spinning like hum
ming top. No he could build two houses like
the one his uncle had hequeathed to his red
headed cousin who had wished him joy wher
the will was read-the dear old unclc What
genuine sorrow he felt as he thought of the
many times he had heaped rcproaches upon
his memory
liar feelings of those kind friends who had
prophesied that John Clark would come &c
grief At first Deacon Joe proposed TO take
the shay just as it was-lnings stripped, bit:
of cloth hangin-and upon tin trumpet pro
claim the glad tidngs to the whole town, tax
ing especial pains to stop before the house o
Mr.. Spriggs, and blowing loud enough t'
drown all the torty-pianos in the universe; bu
that was vetoed by Johns kind little wife,
ala! they'll know of it soon enough" she
said, kissing the baby 81 wouldn't hurt thei
feelings"
They did know of it. and few years after
when John Clark lived in big house, they
all voted for him to go to the ''lcgislater."-
SO much tor the old one-horse shay.
Santa Anna, ex-Dicator Of Mexico, reside
in ST. Thomas, W. /. He has beautiful vill