The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1859-04-09
THE CARPENTER's APPRENTI f.,
ASTORY FOR YDUSG PEOPLE

Widow Ro!snd stood with her hand
upon the head Of her boy. lie was a
bright eyed, robust, healthy looking fel
low. with q face of marked intelligence,
and genial, good natured expression Of
countenancc. lie had bundle in his
hand. and close by was trunk ready for
.rve'
Mark" spoke the widow, "you are
the only child have in the xorld-the
only being have left to whom my hope
ful love can cling"
The boy drew more closely to his moth
er, but did not speak. lie hid his face,
tha, she might not see the tears that
came to his eyes.
"Thus far, my son. the widow re-
.umed keeping down her own tears. al
have done for you the best that | could.
| have taugh. YOU what | thought was
right, and have been more than repaid
bv your loving kindness towards inc -
But now you are going 10 leave me. II
Is, perhaps, hard for Us to part. but is for
the best good. You must begin to pre-.
pare for the business of life, and work
ou, your own support, since the means Of
supporting us both are not within my
reach Before bound you to Mr.. Ham
mond, | assured myself that he was ,n
excellcn. man--a man upright, kind
hearted, and >tr city moral So you will
not fail to fnd good example in your
IN ,ster Now, Mark, | have one very
.mpor.an, que on to ask of y,u. Do
you know what kind Of man you wish
10 be when you grow up -
Yes mother" the boy replied.
And whs. kind is it ?"
a good man"
Aud you NO I'D be respected, and be-
loved. and honored by all who know
you ?" added the mother.
"Ics-ycs.
"Thcn. ny child, let this be the rule
Of your life until that time: Ii you
are ever tempted to take step not III
the ordinary course Of your duty, stop
and ask yourself this simple question:
wiz II help make me uhnt luiA to t'P
And then you ask--Would my mother
advise me to do ity | would not have
you mean or pcnurious, bu, still there is
\ proper care to be to exercised over
whatever sums Of money may come into
your possession. Remember thnt there
are two KINDS Of pleasure-t' ere is
pleasure which fades away with the ex-
ci,cmcnt which produces il; and there is
a pleasure which couduccs to our lasting
good. and thus remains with Us beyond
the mere hour of its birth. DO you un-
derstand me, NY son p
"Ycs, mother
Than shall not fear my boy"
In little while the stage rolled up and
st. ppcd before the door, and the stout
driver pu. Oh the trunk and bound it to Its
place. Mark Roland kissed his mother,
received her blessing, heard one short
prayer from her lips, and then hurried
into the stage, and hid his face away In
his hands. Late in the Afternoon he
reached large village, aud was set down
at the door Of a fine house lie wouder-
ed if he was to live in such dwelling -
II was larger aud handsomer than any
house in the town whence he had come,
and he was beginning to fcartfa, he should
never feel Ut home in such place, when
his medi,ations were cut short by the sp-
pcarauee Of q middle-aged man, who bad
lus. come out upon the piazza, and who
asked if this was Mark Roland.
Mark recognized Mr.. Hammond, as
he had seen him at his mothers house
once, and he replied he was the boy
Hi. trunk was carried into the house,
| and he was then conducted to the dining
room, where the family were JUS. r''ady
to 81. down to supper. lie was intro
duced to Mrs. Hammond and to the large
children, and also to two other apprentic-
es, who we're about his own ase. lie
liked the looks Of Mira Hammond, and
he felt sure she must be kiud and aRcc-
tonate. And then there was little g'rl,
whom the hostess called Csdly, bu. whose
real name he afterwards found to be Caro-
line, that he thought he should like very
much She Was younger than ne was
and great deal smaller, but she looked
good, and kind, and pleasant, and be
wondered if she would ever learn to love
him a. his own sweet sister loved hiu
before she died.
lie cast many fursvs glsnces At Mr
Hammond, but he could not tell exactly
what to make OF him The man had |
very sober LOOK, and At tunes seemed t
be stern; ye. there was nothing unpleas
ant in his look, and when he spoke, hi
voice was very kind and considcrste il
its tones.
When it camc bedtime, Mark fouD'
! thss he was TO sleep in ,oom With tn