The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1871-01-12

heaven. Ishould like to beher schol
ar as long as live"
/ Poor John!
"Well, joint back again-glad TO
see you; what do you think of teach
ing now? Going to give it UT, ! sup.
pose"
"Ol no uncle; Neutrality-suspicious. y
stammered John Arden,
80 ! it Is. Well, and how is that
! spinster principal? Is there any chance
Of her delegating her duties 10 some
one else?
~ hope not" cried John; '.at least
i-yes-I-don't know, I'm sure"
"YOu did not find her quite old
enough to be your mother"
"Oi unelen-JOhn's cheek grew red,
''NOr such a terrible female rs YOU
expected to meet-be candid? ."
"Unele-she's glorious p'said John
springing frOm-his seat, biting his lips;
'she is perfectiOn-and-I-I may as
well confess it-I love her-why did
you send me there, uncle am pow
erless to win such prize. have no
mOney-nO trade-nO prOfessiOn-I
had almost said no character; but ]
am sure Of my manhood now. Uncle
you sent me there to make me a COW
ard-before her.U
"Well, well, well, quite a little
raphsodyw exclaimed his uncle; "but
/ listen, young man, in sending you
there, did but perform a promise to
her"
ga promise-yOu made to her ~
cried John-by jerks-ceasing his rap
id walk, ard gazing breathlessly at his
uncle.
eyes sir, a promise; and I'll tell
you about it. IprOeured her that sit
uation; she obtained it from among
two score of applicants. saw what
she was-a rare woman, a wonderful
| genius-pOssessing every requisite
necessary for the care of such a posi-
ton. She is an orphan. In me she
has confided for years. / have some
times spoken to her about marrying
'1If ever dO,n she said playfully
''it shall be man of your selection.
Such one l know should Re willing
to love, hOnor-yes, and-sOmetimes-
obey"
"Well, my nephew, it did not take
me long to read you. a little spoiled,
but, thanks to a gracious Providence,
enough man in you to make some
thing Of yet. 1 found you possessed
noble qualities, a temper of great
sweetness-abilities that you yourself
knew not of-and that you only need
ed some motive of sufficient power to
raise you to your true level. That, 1
think, you have found, now go to
work"
30! uncleIn and Johns eyes flash
ed through thears, chow can 1 thank
your"
"Go to work. was the terse reply;
and shaking his hand with a benig-
nant smile, Mr.. Arden left the room.
That night John wrote a letter; the
next day be took his departure. The
letter was sent to Miss Bessie; his
destination was B. Months passed by
John Arden was winning a name;
a year-JOhn Arden had won a case.
No namby-pambyism about him
nOw-no folded, kid-glOved hands
John was earning q home. Up he
went, steadily-his fame grew bright
er and brighter. He was courted, ad-
mired, quoted, and, finally-married,
Yes, to Bessie, the beautiful school
teacher. o! a proud anC happy man
he was when first brought her to the
home h. industry had earned. Then
he knew she had loved him from the
first-and as he saw her, peerless
among the many bright and beautiful
women-he had cause to thank God
for the lesson of adversely. 1t could
not be said now, that old John Arden
was dead and left nothing. He had
left mana noble man-whose up
right character and shining talents
were to reflect lustre on his name
that was never to grow dim.