The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-06-06
nv SCHOFF. WgNEG AR & co.

lived in It, and were never opened either to
rich or poor. He had no feeling for others,
no object or interest in life. l have many
a time seen him on the east terrace there,
smoking his pipe, and leaning over the wall
while his agent, hardheaded Scotchman,
ground down his factory men. He never
had a thought to try and advance the inter
ests or relieve the wants of those who had
seen him grow up among them, and who
loved even him some ways for his fathers
sake.
Once be had gentleman come down on
business, who, have heard say, was some
thing Of Judge in foreign parts, and he
CHANGED to come to Jem's Cottage while he
and I were smoking our pipes, to ask the
way to the factory. Seeing the little model
in the corner, he says: That's an ingenius
toy; what do you call it?' and when Jem
quite pleased, goes on to explain, he an
swers in a lecturing sort of a way, depend
upon it, young man you can turn your tai
ents to far better use than this. Men must
have received an education before they can
think Of such a thing as making noise in
the world" But he did not know as Jem
mad more learning than many gentleman
who has been taught at a big school, Jem's
father was one of the sort who spend their
money at the beer shop, and he never con-
sidered the good of his son, but whenever he
couIi earn a few pence, he would pay for
schooling The real first Mr.. North hears
this ard puts hin to the grammar-school,
aud lac soon became a member of the lend
ing library, and every book he could get
mold Of he would read half the night He
was so wild after poetry that during dinner
hour at the factory he would scratch down
bits Of verse A gentleman got hold OF
some, which be sent TO the county paper,
and soon Jem became what they call a con-
tributor and his mind seemed to dwell on
the Thought that some day be might rise -
And he would say to me And then,
John, who knows but that may be hap
py MANI"
1t was a cold, nipping day, with the snow
beating in our faces. as | was standing by
him he saying this, when Ca, Wage
fashes past us in the High street knew
rom the color in his face that Miss Mabel
was in it. lie had never told the secret of
bis life, but he knowed well that | under
stood it, was just leaving him, when one
of our factory hands touched him on the
shoulder, and said: 'Iast heard the news,
ad? The young squire is going to be mar
ned to Miss Mabel" He answered wildly |
hat he was late for his work, and ran from
is like one crazed.
! waited till all was quiet in the town,
nd then / went to his cottage The door /
vas listened. knocked, but got no an
wer 50 thought he was gone to bed
eard from his lips long afterwards what
appened to him that night.
After bearing with the means of his old
mother till she went to bed, he sat over the
re; burying his head in his hands. he gazed
40 the few hckering embers which alone
roke the darkness Of the room The little
model was in its old accustomed
)rner by his side, and he almost savagely
rasped his head as he thought: 'sWhat do
lese miserable brains avail me? | nave
loried III having an intellect. | have vain
hoped that, through it, might break the
GAINS Of this poverty by which am fettered
nd which make it an idle dream to aspire |
} anything beyond daily drudgery. Now, |!
am alive to the truth at last that money !
m do what intellect is powerless to achieve
ithout it Why should be ground down q
ith poverty, while he, young North, with
is s0thtul Incidence, has all which could s
axe this world Paradise to me?' While {
? was thus nusing, his head sunk lower
nd he crouched down over the dying en-
9rs, uttering groan Of despair a
lie was startled all on a sudden by a
)ice in his ear, saying: so, Jem, you +
ink you could order things much better a
IAN the Almighty! l offer you bargain. /
'ill you sign paper agreeing to give the t
)ung squire your intellect in exchange for i
S property and money! g
Jem started, and turning round, saw, a
,ering over his shoulder, to his surprise, +
Re grim face of the Scotch agent, who had /
,ver before entered his cottage except to :
elect the rent. He answered angrilv =
Ann not miserable enough without your !
ming to mock me with messages from a
enry North, who has all the happiness t
,nied to me, and to which | have vainly !;
pireJ?" o
Said the agent: tThe young squire is G
e most wretched OF beings; all his money O
aUot produce him what he wants; and he a
Ill give you his wealth and all his worldly J.
Marriages if you will give him your brains. +
his Is why am here. Come; sign the pa n
# aud your part is done. Leave the rest a
me. y
He held the pen to Jem, who scarce know +
9 what he does, puts it to the paper, and
Tor sees, III large, distinct letters, f
JAMES WRIGHT. q
4 vague horror seemed to creep over him. i
e had re ID Of . man who sold his shadow h
, the devil, and who forever afterwards r
as prey to remorse But then, he ar
ued, this cannot be the same thing q
ere is no compact with an unseen power .
t worst, it is only some trick of the agents r
which have suffered myself to be the :
0pe" Still a weight hung over him. =
ext morning he dared not go to the facto
', but remained brooding at home, and .
lille he was yet thinking what evil might f
9me to him from having put his name to +
le agents paper, a ter was brought to !;
i'm. 1t was from solicitors firm which
ad just started business in the town, aud :
le words seemed to dance before his eyes
) he read that Sir John Gore, the great
idge who had once come to the house and |
otced his model had died chiIdless, leaving I
is whole fortune Of ten thousand pounds
year to James Wright, as a mark of the
1miration he had conceived for a man who
as self educated.
Jem rushed out of doors with the letter
rampled in his hand, and found knots of
ne factory hands earnestly speaking togeth-
r. One, coming up to him, says: 81 see
y your manner that you have heard the
ews
"What news?" says Jem, startled by the
lea that his private affairs should be known
D many, before he had so much as inquired
Ito the truth of his letter. ''What news?'
Iany voices answered: ''Why, the great
ank in which the young squire had put
is money has broke and he is ruined.
On lie went to the solicitors, more dazed
han ever, and there he learned that all was
rue He was the possessor of ten thousand
ounds year; the squire was ruined, and
ad fled no one knew where.
The great house was soon for sale, and
en- full of the thoughts of the good he
.ouId do to al! around him, bought it. But
With its poss, 'ssiou did not come happiness.
\ weight oppressed his mind He wan