The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-07-21
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WAS THERE EVER SUCH LUCK


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grandmother and his sister Ju. a
Hilltop, near Reigate. He was {
clerk in the Admiralty, and had tC
go up to London in the morning
and back to dinner in the evening
which he did not mind. He called
the railway carriage his smoking
room.
William Fussil was thirty, the
grandmother eighty, Ju. twenty
three; the intermediate generation
being dead. On Sunday afternoon
it was William Fassips delight to
take a long walk, if only he could
find a companion; and the friend
who most commonly came to his res
cue was Tom Chatteris.
Tom was not such good company
on one of these afternoons as usual;
he listened well enough; so does q
horse; bIt he did not seem to take
IN meaning with words. At last he
said: 'Look here, old fellow, I want
to speak to you seriously"
"About the weights in the Cam
bridgeshire, I suppose" said Fassil.
"Take my advice, Tom, and never
bet on another horse till his time is
up"
81 mean to improve upon it, and
let them run backward altogether.
Don't look astonished; fellow must
give up betting some day, and 1 pre-
fer doing it before 1 am quite
smashed"
"You, l though you were always
on winners"
''NO doubt I have had better luck
than the majority of hackers, but
that does not make pennyWorth Of
difference. A man always increases
his expenditure when he wins, but
he never reduces it again when he
loses. Upon my word, though it
sounds contradictory, 1 am certain
that it pays better to lose steadily
from the first than to start success
fully, even if you win on the average
"There is a good deal of truth in
what you say, Tom," replied Fas-
sil, "but how on earth did you come
to discover it?"
swell, William, the fact isl
want to marry your Ju. There, the
murders outm
Fassil, who was forging ahead at
the rate of four miles and a half to
the hour, stopped so abruptly that
his hat shot over his forehead.
''Whatw he exclaimed.
Tom continued bashfully, II dare
say it seems queer 10 you, who know
more about me than most other fell
low do, and a terrible deal more
tuan Jue. does. 1t is true that I am
not worthy Of her; but there would
be precious few marriages if men
were expected to be as good as girls
are"
at is not that" said Fassil; but
the idea of your marrying! And Juw
And picking up his hat he walked on
cogitating.
Il have sold my hunter and my
hack; / have paid all my debts, 1
have given up my chambers, and TAX
en- quiet lodgings at Sydenham,
where some of my people live; and
l have looked into my affairs boldly
before mentioning the NATTER said
Tom.
"Then you and Ju. are not actual
ly engaged"
'Not precisely; but it is all right
if l can manage to board, lodge and
clothe her. That is the worst of it;
| find that l have been living, like a
fool, on my capital, and have only
five thousand pounds left. l must
do something, and the question is
what am l fit for? l doubt whether 1
should make a good parson; besides,
l left tile university without taking
a degree. tbs late to start educat-
ing ones self for a lawyer or doctor
at thirty, Do you think could get
a secretaryship? As for competitive
examinations never knew but lit
tie, and have forgotten that little
long ago"
sMy dear Ton" said Fassil, grave
| ly, 'we have always friends, and 1
do not know any man l would sooner
have for a brother-in-law; but we
must look facts fairly in the face.
Ju. has nothing; she is entirely de-
pendent upon me, and l live up to
my small income; so that she will be
able to bring nothing to help"
81 knew that, old fellow"
"Wel, then, it is absolutely neces-
sary that you should as you say,
have some other source of income
than the interest upon five thousand
pounds. It's true that Ju. is an ex-
cellent manager, and makes my sal