Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-03-17

/ Dor turned, " but IL ne had married your
raw boned darter, that plays on the forty
piano. he'd been all right and no mistake. "
A one horse shay,' said the minister,
laughing, "what fortune !"
| And so it went, from mouth to mouth.
None of the relatiyes-some already rich
had offered the poorest man among
| them-the owner of the one horse shay
a dollar of the bequeathment left to him
or TO her but they had rather rejoced
III his disappointment.
| The truth is. everybody had prophesied
that John Clarke, poor motherless boy,
would come to ruin, aud they wanted
the prophecy to prove true one. lie
had, 10 his youth, been wild and hayward.
and somewhat proAigate in the early years
of manhood but his old uncle had en-
Outraged him to reform-held out hopes
to which he had hitherto been stranger,
end the love Of the sweet young Jenny
Brazier completed, as IL seemed his refor-
nation.
Jenny never appeared SO lovely as she
did on that unfortunate day OF the read
ing of the will, after they had retained
To the poor little house that was Jennys
own. No matter, John" she said cheer
fully, you will rise in spite of them. l
wouldn't let them think that l was in the
least discouraged, that will only please
them too we'll. We are doing nicely now,
and you know if they do cut the railroad
through our bit of land, the money will
set US up quite comfortable isn't our
home pleasant one, il it is small And
Oh John, by and by ]"
An eloquent blush---a glance toward
her work basket, out Of which peeped the
most delicate needle work. told the story
that ever new story of eloquence, beau
ty aud happiness, that brings cares akin
to angels work.
For once, John Clarke stopped the
goSsip's mouth. He held his head up man
fully-worked steadily at hiss trade, and
every step seemed sure advance and all
upward one.
Baby was just six months old when the
corporation paid into John Clarke hand
the sum of one hundred dollars for the
privilege Of laying a track through this
one little field.
g A handsome baby, beautiful and in
dustrious wife, and six hundred dollars"
thought John with an honest exultatlon,
Well, this is living"
John" said his wife, rising from her
work, look out"
Lie did, and saw the old one horse shay
dragged by stalwart negro.
Massa says as how the old barn is
gwine TO be pulled down, so he sent
your shay" said the African.
Thank him for nothing" said John
bitterly but glance from his wife re.
moved the evil spirit, and better one
suliled out of his eyes.
John. 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.
" The old trash" muttered John.
But You could at least sellssit for what
the repairs would cost" said Jenny in
her winning way.
:" Yes, | suppose could"
Then Id have it done, and bless me
Id keep 1t too. You've got good horse,
and you can have the old shay made
quite stylish for baby and me to ride in.
Shan we shine :"
Well, II send it over to Hosmer's
to morrow, and see what he will do it
for"
" Look here! Mr.. Hosmer wants you
to come right over to the shopl' shouted
the carriage makers apprentice, at the
top OF his hugs old deacon Joe's over
there, an says he's right down glad
golly, it's hundreds an hundreds, all
huno
Stop boy what in the world does be
mean, Jenny 2" cried John Clarke, put
ting the baby in the cradle face down
ward.
My patiencel John, look at the
child-precious darling. I'm sure l
don't know, John Id go right over and
see, said Jenny, by snatches righting the
baby, it's his fun | suppose"
Taint any fun, tell ye,' said the boy,
while John hurried on his coat and hat /;
I" my gracious guess you'll say it amt
fun when you come to see them are gold
things and the bills"
This added wings 10 John Clark's
speed, and in moment he stood breath
less in the old coach makers shop.
Wish you joy, my fine feller!" cried
deacon Joe. 1
Look here! what'll you take for that
old shay? I'll give you four thousand
dollars 2" cried the coachmaker in great
glee.
Four thousand y cried John, aghast.
Yes, just look at it! You're rich
man sir, and by George I'm glad Of it =
you deserve to be"
The carriage maker shook his hand
heartily.
| What do yousuppose were ths conster-
nation, delight, gratitude-the wild, wild
joy that filed the heart of Clarke,
when he found the old shay filled
with gold and bank bills? mean the