Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1870-06-16

Stick to Your Bush.

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! Mr.. Morgan was a rich and alsC
Ia good man. The people of the
town respected him, sent him tt
tCongEess, and seldom undertook
Ianything without asking MS ad,
Ivice. If a school house was to be
built, the plan had to be talked
lover with him. Widow P. asked
him what she should plantin her
field /; farmer s. always got his ad-
vice in buying catiles and Mrs. B.
consulted him about bringing up
her boys. ,E
When asked how be was SO sue.
cessful, Mr.. Morgan said 81 viii
tell you how it was. One day,
when ! was a lad, a party of boys
and girls were going to a distant
pasture to pick whortleberries.
| wanted to go with them, but
was fearful that my father would
not let me. When l. told him
what was going op, ,'aud he at once
gave me permission to 60 with
them, | could hardly contain my
self with JOY, and rushed into the
kitchen and got big basket, aDd
asked mother for a luncheon. i
had the basket on my arm, and
was just going out the gate, when
my father called me back. He
took hold of my hand and said, in
a very gentle voice, Joseph, what
are you going for-to pick berries,
or to play % "To pick berries" j
replied "Then, Joseph, 1 want
to tell you one thing--it is this !:
when you find pretty good bush,
do not leave it to find a better one.
The other boys and girls will run
about, pick a little here and a lit
tie there, wasting a great deal Of
time, and not getting many ber-
Iries. If you do as they do, you
will come home with an empty
basket. Ii you want berries,
stick to your bush.
81 went with the party, and we
had a capital time. But it was
just as my. father said. No soon
er had one found a good bush than
be called all the rest, and they
left their several places and ran
off to the new found treasure.
Not content more than minute
or two in one place, they rambled
over the whole pasture, got very
tired, and at night had very few
berries, My fathers words kept
ringing in my ears, and "stuck
to my bush" When l had done
with one | found another, and fin
ished that; then ! took another.
When night came | had a large
basketful of nice berries, more than
all the others put together, and
was not half so tired as they were.
| went home happy. But when
l entered | found my father had
been taken i'll. He looked at my
basketful of ripe blackberries and
said, "Well done, Joseph. Was
it not just as / told you 2 Al
ways stick to your bush"
"He died a few days after, and
/ had to make my way in the
world as best | could. But my
fathers words sunk deep into nay
mind, and never forgot the ex-
perience of the whortleberry par
ty; I"stuck to my bush" When
l had a fair place, and was doing
tolerabIy well, | did not leave it, !
and spend weeks and months ia
finding little better. When 9th.
er young men said, s'Come with US,
and we will make a fortune In a
few weeks" I shook my head and
''stuck to my bush." Presently
my employers took me into bust
ness with them. l stayed until
the principals died, and had every
thing l wanted The habit Of
sticking to my business led peo-
pie to trust me, and gave me a
character. owe all | have and
am to this motto-"Stick to your
BUSH" n11isal e .iRt sal he