Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1869-10-29
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Dick stood looking in the window of
gift store. he ought to have been in his
place at the Office half an hour before. but
he stayed over night with Phil Barney, and
over slept himself
Il might as well be hung for sheep as
lamb, thought he; I'm late anyhow, and
I'll take peep in here and finish ms cigar.
If should buy any Of these gift.things, /
shouldn't Get decent prize | never had
any tuck in my life Some folks are always
in luck. There is Tom Porter. He has not
been on the street any longer than / have,
| and his salary il raised, and he has one
hundred dollars in the savings bank It's
TOO bad. I've good mind to go out West,
where wages are better and board cheap
just then, to use Dicks language, 'as
bad luck would have it. his. Uncle Rich
ard. for whom be was named and whose
goodwill he particularly valued, drove up
10 carriage, to call on an architect whose
Office was over the gift-ztorc
What are you doing here, Dick, at half
after nine in the norning? Throw away
that cigar; get in my carriage, and I'll
take you to the Office. | want to talk with
you"
The architect was ong, and Uncle Rich
ard s feet, that had been in active use sixty
TWO years carried him up and down the
stairs and back tc bis scat about as soon as
his eighteen year old nephew could walk
from the window to the carriage.
What does the savage old fellow want of
ne? This is Just piece of my bad luck, ;"
thought Dick
Uncle Richard got in, aud repeated his
question, why amt YOU at yoar Office?
ct your age began my work at six clock
5g filing lamps aud sweeping the store.
You have one OF the best places in town,
and I'm afraid you'll lose it if you hang
around mornings in this style Dick if you
we're not nay only sisters orphan son, I'd
wipe my hands of you.
1t would be just my loch,, uncle if you
did"
Nonsense Dick, don't use that word to
There is no such thing as luck
''You call me lucky man, do sou ?"
said Uncle Richard
Dick nodded his head
''Wel | didn't sleep nights with idle fel-
lows ike Phil Barney I worked to learn
the business, and make myself necessary to
my employers, so that they would have to
take me into partnership when became a
mau-not with my eye on the clock and
hand on my cap ready to rush for home /
wore pants little too short for me, and
coat-sleeves that would not cover my wrists,
aud coarse boots, till could honestly pay
for better ones. walked when I wanted
to ride, worked when | wanted to play,
tasted when | wanted TO eat, held my tongue
when wanted to make pert replies, got up
when | wanted to lie abed, and went to bed
whom rvanted to oit uE, 5 and, TO cap all.
never felt too old to obey my mothers
wishes. The devil soon got tired hanging
around me whispering about good luck.
laughed in his face, and now have the re-
ward ofa life of honest, active labor, through
Gods blessing"
Dick, what are you going to do?''
Uncle, sometimes thing I'll go to Chi
cago or California, where so many young
men.make fortunes"
You'll make beggar or thief if you
do. The West is overrun now with silly
fellows that are 10 search of l,ack. The men
who succeed out there, work just as I have
done. Your luck lies in your feet and hands
and head Listen to me. Dick. Don't run
after luck. 1t is a device of the devil to
lead young men into fatal pitfalls gambling
dens, and jails,
Just then the carriage stopped. Tom
Porter hurried by on his way to the bank,
100 busy to see Dick or any one
''Look Mt Tom Porter, Dick. Instead Of
hanging around gift-store window in the
middle Of the morning, sponging cigars, and
dreaming about good luck, he is hard at
work learning business, and gaining the es-
TEEN of his employers.
Never say LUCK to me again, Dick, rs
long as you live. ''-Anaelcaa Messenger.