The Republican journal., 1869-09-16
A GREEN SPOT.

The late Noah Winslow was fond Of telling
the following incident of his mercantile life;
and he never closed the narration but with
swimming eyes:
During the financial crisis and crash Of
'hlty-scven, when heavy men were sinking
all around us, and banks were tottcring, our
house became alarmed in view of the condi-
ton Of its own affairs. The partners-th three
of us, OF whom was the senior-mct in our
private Office for consultation. Our Junior
had made careful inventory of everything
of his bills receivable and bills PAYABLE
and his report was, that twenty thousand dol
lars Of ready money, to be held through the
pressure, would save us. Without that we
must 90 by the board-thc result was inevita-
bic. | went out upon the street, and among
my friends; but in vain. The amount Of
money we needed was not to be had Men
who held gold would not let it 90, save up
on solid sectrity--and the only security we
could give was our word, and our honor, for
the many thousands due Us We're rs nothing
in that hour.
Two whole days | strove, and begged, and
then returned to the counting house in tles-
pair. | sat at my desk, expecting every mo-
mcnt to hear the voice of junior sounding the
terrible words, "Our paper is protested -
when a gentleman entered my apartment I'M
announced. He was of middle age. with q
frank. genial face and though / tancicd
there was something familiar in his earnest,
kindly look, could not locate him, nor call
him to mind in any way.
''Nlr. Winslow," he said taking 4 seat the
end of my desk, II hear that you are in need
of money!
The very face Of the man inspired conf
dcncc, and told him how was situated.
'Makc me your individual note, one YEAR
! without interest, fortwcnty thousand dollars,
and | will give you a check, payable in GOLD,
for that amount
While | sat gazing upon him in speechlcss
establishment, he continued
"You don't remember me: but remember
you. remember when You were a member
of the experimenting School Committee of
Bradford. | was a boy in the village school,
My father was dead my mother was poor
and was but a shabbily clad child, though
clean. When our class came out to rectc,
on examination day. you asked the questions
| fancicd you would praise and pet the chill
dren OF rich and fortunate parents and pass
me by. | blundcrcd and stammercd, and
quivercd with shame. But it was not as |
thought. In the end you passed by all the
others, and came to me. You laid your hand
upon my head and told me had done very
well and then you told me | could do better
still if | would try. You told me the way to
honor and renOwn was open to all aike-no
one had q free pass. All | had to do was, to
be resolved, and push on. That, sir, was the
turning point of my life. From that hour my
Fsoul has aspired; and | have never reached
4 great good without blessing you in my
heart. | have proSpcrcd, and am wealthy ;
and now offer you but Il poor return for the
soul wealth You gave TO ne in that by-gone
time
Il took the chock,' said Winslow. land
drew the gold; and our house was saved
And where al the end Of the year" he added,
''do You suppose found my note?'
We could not guess.
''In the possession" he said, with stream
ing eyes, ''of my little orphaned grand-daugh-
ter. Oh, hearts like that mans heart are what
bring earth ami heaftn nearer tO@cher.''