The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1870-03-05
out i.Iosey 'fof iP snticiiallSa oF epssr1.
ing into partial pfopfletosship in their

ing into PARTIAL pfoprleto5ship in their
Respective establishments shey had al.
Moved their surplus lsalary To- rsdiiD 10
Jshe hands of their omployers, aud in
neither casa had a dolisr beonsassds
The man who, on the merhipg tf the
first day OF that eyentful 4@gi,tthh 4@gi,tth Of o.
tober, might have retired from business
with "a fortune, aow fpuaa hinlsolf the
ownerAof not one solitary dellar. y. srt.ll-,
Philip Nettleton was sofel distressed.
He was an orphan and . 3 sister had
been depending upon him icF support for
over ayear 9 That sister E6S hys pros
trate, aud she must have suceor aud CON-
fort. He sought up and down the BUSH
ness part of New Yor Ylere he was
acquainted, for employment as clerk or
salesman; but there was no opening, !,
Then hesought in the Nes Jersey city
whore he lived, but without, success.
Weary and sick at heart, he was on his
way homeward when he met the butcher
of whom he had that mospipg bought
some meat, and to whom he bad told che
story of his great need.
- well, Philip, what luck to-day?
= The young man shook his head sadly.
"No.hing turned up, eh gs g. 5,1,f.} All
'"Nothing." And PhiliR would have
passed on, but the frank, ven mo spipg
old butcher detained him.
Look, Philip, ! don't want to insult
ye, nor hurt your feelings; but il you
ain't above puttinglton aiclean white
frock, and driving out my market wagon,
and delivering goods to my customers,
| can give you job, aud pay, ye as
much as they'd pay sc these times to sell
silks and satins. My man Furbush, is
d'wn sick and CANT be aption Q ,nonth
or two. What say?"
Philip Neitleton gazed up into SIR.
Dwinal's honest lace, and Ihen looked
down upon the pavement
II know it's II rather come down fur
young man wha's been expe ting to be a
New i,rk merchant; but il better than
nothing my boy; and what's more, it'll
be good for your health. My soul, it'll
make your checks red aud plump"
a lilrlc while longer-a struggle, and
a gulp-and Philip said:
"Dwinal, | will come tomorrow morn.
ing and commence to drive your wagon.
Thank God, I have found employment
at last !" and to himself he said silently
in his heart, Poor Nellie Shall not suffer
while I have strength and opportunity to
labor"
What a wonderment there was when
people saw Philip Nettle'on, the highly
educated and ornate, clad in butchers
frock, driving Mr. Dwinal's wagon and
delivering parcels Of meat and vegetables
through the town.
1t did not happen on the first day nor
yet on the second. but on the third day
he had to deliver parcel at the house
where Ada Atherl;ng lived aud as he
passed through the. gateway with u heavy
laden basket on each arm, he saw the
maiden whom he had learned to love,
looking upon him from one Of the parlor
windows. lie did no. bow his head in
shame, but he gave a respectful nod of
recognition aud passed on When he
was once more upon his seat and had
taken up the reins, knowing that the
gaze of the maiden was still fixed upon
him, he said to himself, Farewell, Ada.
You can never stoop to this. But l have
never had n right to hope, SO what have
l lost What ? save the privilege of
your sometimes companionship, which
might only have lured me more deeply
into the pit OF disappointment and sor-
row |"
On the evening of the same day Amos
Robbins sat in the little counting room
of the stors of friend. Two ladies
stood near the partition thereof, the up
per part of which was of glazing scss,,,
and open; and this was what thoy heard
spoken by .t%o men in the little box of
an Office. They spoke in continuation of
remarks already made
CDR. Dwipal himself told me how it
was. You know Nettleton has sick
sister, entirely dependant upon him and
when he came out from beneath the
wreck Of Brown L. Boswell's house, he
had not Eve dollar bill. He has
searched day after day for employ
ment--"