The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1866-10-03
MISCELLANY.
John Boyden's Investments
A Story for the CrcdulOus.

John Boydcn WAS Il young farmer,
who lived, and still lives, in II country
village not more than thousand miles
from Rochester. John was an honest,
honorable fellow, who believed in dong
just as he promised, and only lrImising
what he could perform. In this + S. ,c, t.
at least, he was the very soul OF honor
lie would not have wrongcd II man out
of a mt, 10 use his own phrase, mo
more'n he'd chop his right hanl off.
And every boly knaw that h. felt iu.t
what he said. They respected him tor
his uprightness, and prophceicd that John
would buy himself Il coed farm some
day, and make one Of their best men.
For notwithstanding lht ri:hcs of his
heart, John was poor in worldly goods.
lie had commenced in life 10y working
upon his ncighbuuring farms 10y the day
or week, and in IA short time lad saved
enough TO furnish AN humble little house,
which hc had bought upon long credit.
lie was already married. but his wife
being of feeble contribution, was rather
IL drawback upon the Young lahorcr'>
progress But he loved Susan, and was
willing TO torcgo any ything for her pleasure
or comfort. II she had II cough, the
kind hearted husband FASTENED to the
village store, where every thing found its
place, and purchased n hottie Of patent
medicine, winch lie supposed intallible
in its operations, assuring the merchant
that he would call in square up as
soon as he had the money. And he was
invar ably prompt in this as in other mat
tiers.
But an evil day come to John. lie
was engaged with IL ncighbor i'll digging
drain upon his premises, when sudden
dash of rain drove them TO the house.
"Don't you want to took at the paper
John = the man asked, passing INN the
ciiv sheet, which had arrived the previ
evening.
lie took the paper, rather to pass the
time than for any other purpose, as he
was n't given 10 reading extensively
While he sat listlessly running his eye.
down the columns, he came to that par
devoted TO advertisements lie woul,
have turned the sheet, but at the moment
his gaze was arrested by paragraph
headed,
$50 PER DAY TO AGENTS
lie read the strange announcement
then reread it, being very careful in re
gard to the figures. Then he multere,
TO himself: swell, nov, if that don
beat all | ever herd Of! 7rcnty fr
do a a day.! | wish | could get lnlt
such II business. I'D be content with tel
dollars -ycs,or five either
lie read the paragraph attCntively
There was surely an opportunity tor him
An agent, one or more. was wanted il
every town throughout the United States
What if he should be the fortunate one I,
secure this golden chance? lie really
trembled lest somebody else should see til,
paper, and get the coveted agency.
Twenty five dollars day." he reflect
ed hundred and fifty dollars IA week
six hundred ard fifty dollars per month
SC, Ell thousand eight hundred year =
At that rate lie would become u ricl
man n o lime! Literally his creduli
ty was running away with him. The en-
ormous figures had turned his brain II
The first SIGHT. II he could but get ha
situation he would ask nobody TO trus
him, not he. Neither would he work 70
such paltry wages any longer! Alread,
he began TO considr which farm h
should purchase. None within the eli
Gle of his acqnaintances seemed fully t
meet his wishes. But there would
time enough TO consider that when h
shonld Lave the cash in hand.