The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1859-01-08

| a great man yet. fact Is, l think my
self if Jacob had left him money it might
= been the ru n of him. Less things
than ono horsc shay has made man
fortin."
"Wcll, I'm glad you think SO much of
him; | don't"
"No,' muttcrcd Deacon Joe, as his
neighbor turned away, "but if he had
married your raw boned daughter that
plays on the forty piano. he'd been all
right and no mistake"
"a one horse shay!' said the minister
laughing, 'what fortune"
Aud so it went from mouth to mouth.
None Of tho rclatives--some already
rich had offered the poorest man among
them-the owner Of the one horse shay
"a dollar of the bequeathmcnt left to
him or her; but they had rather rejoiced
in his disappointment
The truth is everybody had prophcsied
that John Clarke, poor, laotherlcss boy,
would come to ruin, and they wanted the
prophecy to prove true one. He had,
in his youth been wild and wayward, and
somewhat profisate in the years Of man
hood: 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 Brszicr
completed, as it seemed, his reforma-
tion.
Jenny never appeared so lovely as she
did on that unfortur ate day OF the read
ing of the will, after they had retired to
the poor little house that was Jcnny's
own.
"No matter, john" she said cheer
fully, "you will rise in spite of them. |
wouldn't let them think l was in the
least discouraged; that will only please
them too well. We are doing nicely now,
and you know it they do cut the railroad
through out bit of land, the money will
set us up quite comfortably; isn't our
home happy one if it is small ? And
oh John, bye and bye
An eloquent blush--a glance toward
her work basket, out Of which peeped the
most delicate needework, told the story
that ever new story of innocence, beauty
and helplcssncss, that bring cares akin to
angels work.
For once, John Clarke stopped the Cos
sips mouth lie held his head up man
fully--workcd steadily at his trade, and
every step seemed a sure advance and an
upward one.
Baby was Just six months old S'hcu the
corporation paid into John Clarke's hand
the sum Of six hundred dollars for
the privilege Of laying a track through
his one little field
1" \ handsome baby, aud beautiful and
industrio wife, and six hundred dollars
thought John with an honest exultation,
" well, this is living
"John," said his wife, raising from
her work, "look out
lie did, and saw the old one horse shay
dragged by stalwart negro.
Hassa says as how the old barn is
gwne to be pulled down, SO he sent your
shay said the African.
" Thank him for nothing, said John
bitterly, but Il glance from his wife re-
moved the.evil SPIRIT, and a better one
smiled out of his eyes.
"Jotn you can sr.re little money
now to have the old shay fixed up, cant
you? You ought to, accor ling to the
will," said Jenny.
"The old trash muttered John.
But you could at least sell it for what
the repairs would cost" srid Jenny in
her winning way
Yos, suppose | could"
"Then I'd have it done, aud bless me,
I'd keep it too. You've got a 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 Hosmers
tomorrow, and see what he will do for
it,"
"Look here. Mr. Hosmer wants you
to come right over to the shop - shout
ed the carriage makers apprentice, at the
top of his lungs old Deacon Joe's there,
and says he's right down glad-golly its
hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds,
and hun"
"Stop, boy! what in the world does he
mean jenny" cried john Clarke, put
ting the baby in the cradle face down
wards.
"My patience John, look at that
child--precious darling! I'm sure |
don't know, John I'd 90 right over and
see" by snatches righting the baby, otis
bis fun suppose.
'Taint any fun l tell ye," said the
boy while John hurried on his coat and
hat; "my gracious. guess you'll say it
urla In hn,
gold things and the bills
This added wings to John Clarke's
speed, and in moment he stood breath
less in the old coachmaker's shop.
"Wish you JOY, my fine feller!' cried
Deacon Joe.
Look here--what'll you take for that
old shay? I'll give you four thousand
dollars - cried the coachmaker, in great
glee.
eyes, just look at it You're a rich |
man, sir, and by George I'm glad Of it
you deserve to be-"
The carriage maker shook his hand
heartily.
What do you suppose were the Gen.
sternation, delight, gratitude-the wild,
wild JOY that filled the heart of Clarke,
when he found the old shay filed with
gold and bank bills! / mean the cush-
ions, the Innings, and every place where
they could be placed without danger or
injury--thieyes never would have condc-
scended to the one horse shay.
Five thousand five hundred dollars in
'li !, Poor John or rather, rich John
bis head was nearly turned 1t required
Ill the Balance Of .Jennys nice equipoise
IF character to keep his extatic brain
from spinning like humming top. Now