Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1867-11-23
Stick to Your Bush. "

Mr.. Morgan was rich man and good
man also. Ills neighbors liked him.
The people of the town respected him,
chose him tc office, sent him to the Leg
islature, and never undertook any import
ant work without asking his advice. If
IA schooLhouse was to be built, the plan
nad to lie talked over with him. When
the new town Hall was planned, the
whole matter was put into his hands,
Widow Partridge asked him what she
should plant in her field Farmer Park, T.
always got his advice i'll buying cattle,
and Mrs. Reid consulted him about
bringing hp her boys. Il remarkably
successful man was Mr.. Morgan.
John Wood was clever boy of fifteen.
He had got through what liltle school
ing his father could afford to give him,
and was goiug to the city to try for HIM
self Hoped to get place Ill store,
a: d by and by become successful mer-
chant. In talking over his great hopes
one day with his mother, he said:
Il wonder how it was that MIR. Nor
gan got as rich and important as he is
Don't wish he would tell me how he
did it."
"Well, john" said Mrs Wood, ''there
is nothing like asking him. Mr. Morgan
will give lad like you good word, l
know, if YOU will only go to him."
John braced himself up and started for
Mr.. Morgan's counting room. He found
the merchant there and alone. "Good
morning, Master Johh," said he in a
pleasant voice. "Can DO anything for
you:"
John stanmercd a little at first, but he
was brave fellow and bound to succeed.
"WclI, Mr.. Morgan, am going to the
city to try for myself. l want to be
merchant, and get rich, and help father
and mother one of these days; and they
will give me my time. Mother said |
m; gilt come in and ask you if you would
tell me how you became so successful.
NIr. Morgan was pleased with John 5
honest way and frank question. After
telling him that he was glad he had so
much energy, and that IT he kept out OF
bad company and attended closely to his
work. whatever it was, he could not fail,
Mr.. Morgan said: - :,
Gas fer my success, John, l will tell
| YOU how it was. One day wiz was
lad, a party of boys and girls were going
to a distant pasture to pick whortleber
ries. | wanted to go with them, was
very fearful MY father would not let me
90. and scarcely dared to ask him until
The time came and dozen boys and girls
gathered at our door. Then | told my
father what was going on, and at once
he gave me permission to 60 with them
could hardly contain myself with joy
and rushed into the kitchen and got a BIG
basket and asked mother for luncheon
| had the basket on my arm and was just
ooipe out of the gate when my father
called me back. My head dropped, and
nv heart failed, for was afraid he would
tell me | could not go. l went back
trembling. My father took hold OF my
hand gently and firmly, and said, in {
very gentle voice, Joseph, what are you 70
going for, to pick berries or to play? 'I(
Dick berries, I replied. Then, Joseph,
want to tell you one thing. 1t is this :
When Won lind pretty good bush, q. .
NOT leave it to find a better one. Iht
other bows and girls will run about pick
inc a little here and little there, vast
| inc a great deal of time and not getting
many berries. If you do as they do yo'
will come home with an empty basket
If you want berries, stick to your. bnsh
If you want to succeed IN life, Stuck u
your bush. Now 60"
Il went with the party and had
grand good time. But it was just as m.
father said No sooner had one found
fair bush than he called all the rest, ant
they left their several places and ian ol