Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1861-05-17

quiet state of mind; but as 1t was, he
grew more impatient with each passing
moment, and when he arrived at his
place of business, almost an hour behind
the usual time, he was in high state Of
excitement.
A little trial awaited Mr.. Harlow
which did not improve his temper
Andrew Chase, lad Of fifteen, ap-
preached him with timid downcast
air
''See there, Mr. Harlow!' he said
pointing with a trembling hand to a
large mirror, which was one Of row
lining one side of the store-a long crack
disfgured its polished surface.
"Who did that?" exclaimed Mr.. Har-
low.
II did it, sir; l was busting it
meant to be very careful, but the brush
slipped in my hand, aud the handle
struck the glass
"You are a profitable assistant, l
must say, fifty dollars at one crash!'
IL am very sorry sir" said Andrew,
with a quivering lip.
"Well being sorry won't mend it, y
said Mr.. Harlow, fretfully, as he passed
on to his counting room.
| Andrew Was grieved at the accident,
and Mr.. Harlow's manner wounded him
sorely. The merchant looked back
through the glass door of his counting
room, and saw the boys troubled, tear
ful face. Poor fellow" lie thought,
she feels worse about it than I do; l
might have spoken more kindly, for
Andrew is good boy"
Every thing seemed to go hard that
day Mr. Harlow worried himself and
all about him. The oil of good humor
would have had wonderful effect upon
the machinery Of business, but he did
not think Of that, Yet Mr.. Harlow was
not, by any means, cross and surly
man-usually, he was most bland and
cheerful, but too much care unstrung
his nerves, and weakened his self-con-
troll.
Late in the afternoon he received a
message from business firm in New
York, and he was more hurried than be-
fore.
Here, Andrew Chase" he called, in a
peremptory tone; "this packet must 60
to New York; the mail has closed, but
it can go by express. Hurry, you have
! just five minutes to take it to the depot.
1t is Of great Importance; don't fail to
get it expressed.
"Ycs sir" said Andrew; I'll run every
step Of the way!" and eager to do his
master any favor, that he might, in
some measure. atone for his carelessness
in the morning, he darted down the
street.
Half an hour elapsed, and Andrew
returned with slow and reluctant step,
the packet still in his hand.
"What; how is this?'' exclaimed Mr..
Harlow, in angry Disappointment
'.Were you too late?''
Yes, sir, L"
"But you had full five minutes time,
and you could have walked, and
got there soon enough. 1t is too bad!
Here it is Saturday night. Too bad
too bad!'
II am very sorry, sir, started on a
full run, but stopped, for there was a
child in the street, and a horse"
"Never mind-don't tell me all the
why's and wherefores. You knew that
it was Of the greatest Importance that
you should stop for nothing at all
You had no business to stop, or to turn
right or left. If I can't trust you in
such matters, / can trust you in nothing
Go to the head clerk and get your wa
ges, and henceforth | will dispense with
your services"
'Mr. Harlow do you hear what have
to say? I saw the child was in the
greatest danger---in a moment more
''Oh, pshaw!' interrupted Mr.. Har-
low, with an impatient wave Of the hand,
children are in the streets all Of the
time; it is a poor excuse for delay in
such matter. Go, Andrew Chase, your
carelessness has done me enough dam
age for one day
The boy stood for moment, hesita
ting, flushed, and angry; once his lips
parted as if he would again attempt his
defense; then with proud, half-tri-
umphant light in his eyes, he turned
away"
Mr.. Harlow, was puzzled with the
meaning of that last glance.
Another message from New York
Now, Mr.. Harlow was glad the packet
had not sone-all was right. 1t was a
lucky accident which had delayed An
drew Chase.
"Has Andrew gone!" he hastily in
quired Of his clerk.
Eyes, gave him his wages, and he
bade me goodbye He seemed to
feel very badly, sir
Mr.. Harlow began to regret his i'm
petuosity. 81 ought to have listened
to his excuse he said to himself; and
then he remembered with added pain,
that Andrews mother was widow with
several children, and depended much on
his earnings:
At evening, when Mr.. Harlow sat
down to the table with his family, he
was dissatisfied and unhappy. His wife
had been to the city with her youngest
child, and she had many pleasant things
to tell him, and purchases to show, but
it was with difficulty he replied to her
remarks. He soon retired to the parlor,
threw himself into his arm chair, and
took up the evening paper. Ellen sat
down to the piano, and ran her fingers
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