Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1863-03-31
30 HI N CT ARK E.
And His Fortunes.

FROM the LOnuon Eam1lg Herald.
Never mind the house, John; we've got
one of our own whispered John Clarke's
wife.
She was a rosy little thing, only twenty
years old. How brightly and bewitchingly
she shone la star amid the sombre com
| pany.
But what in the world has be left me p
muttered John Clarke. i believe be hated
mel believe they all hate me-
| Hush, dear = said his wife.
i bequeath to John Clarke, my dearly
beloved nephew read the grim attorney,
'as a reward for his frmness in resisting
temptation during the last two years, and
his determination to improve in all accep>
table things, my 0ne-horse chase, which
has stood in my barn more than twenty.
five years. requesting that he will repair it
or cause it to be repaired in q suitable man
ner.'
That was all. Soma Of the people who
were present Uttered. and all seemed to
enjoy the confusion of the poor youuy man.
His eyes flashed FIRE, he tremblsd exces-
slvely poor lite Jenny fairly cried TO
think she said to herself, how hard he
has tried to be good, and that is ell he
thought of itP
wish you joyv said a red-headed
youth, with grin, as he came out of the
room.
John sprang up to collar the fellow, ont
q little white hand, laid on bis arm restrin-
| ed him.
Let them triumph. John, it won't hurt
Served him right said Susan Spriggs,
the niece ofthe old man just dead, and to
whom he had left good deal of his mon
ey; served him right for marrying that
Ignorant goose Of q Jenny Brazier, / cup
pose he speculated good deal or the old
gentleman's generosity To which she
added, in whisper that her own heart
heard; He might have heard me. He had
the chance; and loved him better than
any one else-better than that pretty little
simpleton, Jenny Brazier.'
Now we shall see how deep his good
ness is said maiden aunt. He became
very pious just because be expected for.
tune from my poor, dear brother; but we
shall see how much of q change there is in
john Cla-ke-he always was an imp of
of wickedness'
We'll, think John Clarke I'll have to
De contentsd with his little cottage said
the father Of Susan Spriggs, to good old
Joe Hemp.
'Well, think he is content; If he ain't
he ought to be, with that little jewel of o
WIFE, was Sues reply.
'Pshaw you're all crazy about the gal, ,
said Spriggs. why, she ain't to be COM
pared to my Susan. Susan plays on the
forty piano like sixty, and manages house
irst-rate'
Bless, You, neighbar Spriggs, I'd rather
have that innocent, blooming face to smile
at me when walked up of mornings than
all the forty piano gals
I'D like to knew what you meanP ex-
claimed Mr.. Spriggs, firing up.
Just what say replied good old Joe,
We'll, that John Clarke'll die on the gal
lows yet, mark my Words said Mr.. Sprig~
gs, spitefully.
That John Clarke will make one of our
best men yet replied old Joe, complacent-
ly.
Doubt it = snid Mr.. Spriggs.
Yes, may be you do said Joe; and
that's pretty way to build up q young
fellow. isn't it, when he's trying his best.
No, John Clarke won't he good man, if
you can help it. People that cry mad dogs
are plaguy willin to stone the animal white
he's running; ard if he amt mad they're
sure to drive him so. Why don't you step
up to him and cay JOHN Pm glad you're
going right now, and I've got faith in you;
and if you want any help, why come to me
and III assist you 2 That's the way to DO
the business, Mr.. Spriggs.'
Well, hope you'll do it, that's ALL re-
piled Spriggs, sulkily.
Il hope shall, and I'm bound to do so
If have the chance. Fact il, he's got such
ri fa khakh H. L. "a
any lM help 3, :,
H;c- lis pity then that brother Jacob
left him that one-horse chaise.'
You needn't laugh at tnar; olu vac 49,
never did anything without q meaning in
it. That old chaise may help him to be q
great man yet. Fact lie, l think myself, it
Jacob had left him money it might been
the ruin of him. Less things than one
horse chaise has made mans fortin.'
Well, I'm glad you think so much Of
him. | DON'T said Spriggs.
No. muttered Joe, as his neiyhbor
| turned away; but if he had married your
raw-boned darter that plays on the forty
piano, he'd been all right, and no mis-
take
"A one-hOrse chase p said Spriggs laugh.
ing; what fortuneP
Aud so it went from mouth to mouth
None of the relatiVes-sOme already rich
had offered the poorest man among them
1.-THE owner Of q one-horse chaisel any of
the bequeathment left to him or TO her
but they had rather rejoice in his dsap.
pointment.
The truth is, every body had prophesied
that John Clarke, poor, motherless bow.
would come to ruin, aud they wanted the
prophecy to prove true onp. He had. in
his youth, been wild and Maynard, and
somewhat prohigate III the early years of
manhood; but his old uncle had encourag.
ed him to reform-held out hopes to which
he had hitherto been a stranger: and the
love of the sweet young Jenny Brszier
completed, as it seemed, his reforma.
ton.
Jenny never appeared so lovely as she
did on that unfortunate day the reading of
the will, after they had returned to the
poor little house that was Jerny's own.
mo matter, john she said cheerfully,
| you will rise in spite of them. wouldn't
let them think was in the least discour-
ragged; that would only please them too
we'll. We are doing fine now; and Won
know, if they do cut the railroad through
our bit Of land, the money will set us On
quite comfortably. Isn't our home a hap-
Ply one. if it is small? And oh John, by
and.by.'
Au eloquent blush--a glance towards
her work basket, out Of which pesped the
most delicate needlsWork, told the story
that ever new story Of innocence, beauty
and helplessuess, that brings cares akin to
angels work.
| For once, John Clarke stopped the gos-
Z sins mouth, re heId his head nm noarf,,I-