Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1867-05-15

VIII not come any more. have ordered 1t
! diScontined
s.Why, father" she exclaimed, chow can
we do without it ?''
'''We must learn to do without it, L re-
| piled, as we passed to the supper room.
After supper, instead of reading to my
family--sometime leading their minds away
off to other scenes and distant regions,
beautiful countries that others have eXplor-
ed at great expense and some risk of hfe,
sometimes to the fierce fields of battle, blood
and carnage pictured SO wildly that they
seemed, indeed, before us, while we were
safe and comfortable in our little home, or
singing over the stray waits of real poetry
which often find their way into the newspa-
per, touching a tender chord in every heart
as | was wont TO do, | stretched myself
upon the sofa and tried to sleep.
'TQpmy. whispered Mary, run over to
Mr.. Wild s and see if you can borrow his
paper. ~.--- s-.s. ~
But, Tommy soon returned with the a an; !;
swer that Mr.. W.was reading it himself. -
"Then go to Mr.. Browns, and if you
cannot get his go to Mr.. Gates.
But Tommy was not more successful at
either of these places. Mr. Brown had ta-
ken his down town, and Mr. Gates ''did not
like to lend his. Thought his father took
it. A disappointed sigh was Mary only
answer.
The particulars of that murder affair are
in the paper this week said my wife witk.
a slight frown upon her brow, land really
woIld like to see it. ID
And Willie Milford's new story was to
come out in this weeks paper. | really
wish could borrow it, said Mary.
Here Tommy" said | taking five cents
from my pocket, run down to the news
Office and buy paper, if it s not too late,
or the publishing Office.
Tommy soon returned out of breath
Il We run enough after that old newspaper,
with just touch of his fathers spunk, land
| won't go again. The publishing office
was closed and the news Office had not a
number left. | would IKE to find out when
that celebration is coming off. Nobndy can
tell for sure, but the paper, 1t is in that,
fatheI," lie aided. The mind, of all, as
but was thoroughly out of patience with
myself and with them Il tell you don't
know anything about it, y | replied in a not
very amiable tone, fear. Seems to me
you are all wonderfully exercised in that
confounded parer since you know 1t stop
ped. L don't want to hear another word
about it. ar..-..sr ..f.
This put aquietus on the subject. at least
for time.
However, as time passed on | began to
think | had made very little progress toward
bettering my condition, and that gathering
information OF current events by Intercourse
with others was a very unreliable source.
Every one gave a coloring peculiarly his
own, and every one needs to read for him
self to have a correct idea of what is going
on around him.
Besides this, my business from dull be-
came duller, eventually dullest, while my
nelghbOi across the way, with no better
qualifications or facilities than myself, seem
ed to be doing thriving business Could
II be because he advertised in locals-that
which nobody took the trouble to read ?
Doubtful. COD rs
One day | met an old friend and customer
whom | had not seen for long time. |
had often wondered what had become Of
him, as well as some others of his neighbor-
hood, who were once good paying custom
ers of mlne.-
How are your" said he, giving me his
hand. How do you prosper? Going
down hill, eh ?' TtEs H
Il hope not, / replied with faint smile
We'll, L see you have stopped advertis-
ing, and l supposed you had closed or smash
ed up, and as [ am usually in hurry when
L come to town, | go where they advertise
to do work promptly and well. This is why |
/ have not seen you lately. Good-b bye, sir =; |
if you are still in the business let us see
your card, and know where you are, and |
what you are doing"
| began to think better of advertising |
than before and ON my way home | gave |
the publisher of the paper call
Il begin to think, friend" said I, II |
began in the wrong direction to curtail ex-
penses that | was, indeed, penny wise
and pound foolish, when | withdrew my
patronage. Our interests are more init
mately connected than could have believed,
until [ made the experiment
Thereupon | was again enrolled upon his
list of subscribers, and half column was
devoted to my affairs And | freely confess
that / had no occasion to regret the expen-
diture My old customers, and many new
ones, began to make their appearance, bu.
siness began to revive, and ere long [ felt
in the expediency of securing an
My fapiily were gratified at the
reappearance of their old friend, the news
paper, and | am resolved that sooner than
part with it again, [ win give up ale and eli.
gars, which for me would be quite sacrifice.
L prize more highly than ever before my
newspaper. -., -
Hon. John Bell of Tennesse, is now liv-
ing at his home, near the Cumberland Iron
Works, a few hours steamboat travel below
Nashville, aen the Rumberland river. He is
about seventy three years old. badly broken
down, physically and pecuniarily. Before
he war he owned six hundred negroes. worth
!, quar- ter of million at least, and was the
owner in thesl large iron works at
Chattanooga, which were burned in 1862.
He is very much disgusted with politics and
affairs generally, and has no sympathy with
he new condition of affairs.