The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-07-13
"Ponh Come along. TIL pay the

ling? Iii offer to pay, that's enough
i Come along. It's $ glorious concert
/. s'But | must go and get some supper.
/ mo go with me and get supper"
But GllbeTt could not 60 without let
ring his aunt know; 81 Baker walked
round with him. Then they went
/. to the retaurant; here Baker paid for che
supper He had several bank notes, and
poor Gilbert gazed upon them with long
inc I"okS. Oh, If he could have little
money Say one dollar week, or one
dollar in two weeks, how much happier
he would feel! AS soon as they had
eaten supper, they went to the concert
room, and Gilbert was charmed with the
sweet music lie heard He fancied 1t had
a mobile Influence over him, and that it
awokc more generous impulse in his
soul But alas How can maa or youth
| be over generous. with an empty pocket
always?
From his time, james Baker vas Gil.
bcr's firm friend, AS the world gnc, The
latter Id his secrets to jim, and w re-
tuln ne hcnrI al his friends
''StN G. |, hos isit v"I M" h 'vt'"ny
money: Luker asked, - ,4~5 W. 10
gether one evening in front Of the store,
after having locked up.
"Why," returned Gilbert, with some
hesitation, "to tell you the plain truth,
my father is too poor. He has done
enough for me now-more than he can
well afford. He has never asked me to
work on the farm, but he has sent inc ~
school, and now he is paying my board
while I learn to be merchant. But he
is good if he is poor"
"Of course he Is" warmly replied Ba-
ker. "Tnat's where you find your good
warm hearts, among the poor. But don't
you make the store pay for taking care
Of ~"
No, Mr.. Phelps pays nothing for the
first year.
"Why, are you in earnest, Gil? Haven't
you got any money for your hard work"
"No, not penny. Two dollars is all
the money have had since have been
here and those my father gave me-"
ssWell, v u'rc a moral mprebabilitv, II
regular analomy Why, [ make the store
pay M something Mind you, | don't
call it stealing, for it isn't. MY master
is receiving the benefit OF all my work,
and I am entitled to something i'll Return.
He is rich while am poor My hard
work turns money into his till, and shall
1 dig and delve and lug my life away for
nothing. No. When l want Il little
money I take it. DID take enough to
souandrr and gambl1 away, as some do,
| should call it stealing; but | don't.
Yet must have something. How do you
suppose our masters think we live without
moneys They don't think SO; if they do
they must be natural born fools. That's
all I've got to say about it.
"But how do you do it," asked Gilbert,
TREMENDOUSLY.
"Hows Why, sometimes | help myself
to few handkerchiefs which | sell; and
sometimes take gentle peep at the
money drawer"
When Gilbert Goodwin went to his
bed that night there was demon with
him. The tempter had come. For long
time there had been a shadowy, Nasty
form lowering over HIM, but rot until
now had it taken palpable shape. He
allowed himself to reason on the subject,
hut not yet was his mind made up. On
the following morning he met young Ba-
ker again, and he learned that all the APP
prepticcs on the street did the same
thing.
A week passed on, and during that
time Gilbert gave the tempter home in
his bosom. He daily pondered upon the
amount of physical labor he performed.
He saw all the others with money and he
wondered if any one could possibly get
along without that circulating commodi-
ty. Finally the evil hour came. The
constant companionship of young Baker
had had its influence, and the shaft had
struck it's mark A bright-eyed, lovely
girl had asked Gilbert to carry her to an
evenings entertainment. The boy loved
that girl-loved her with the whole
ardor of his youthful soul-and he could
not refuse her. At noon he was left
alone in the store. Several people came
in, mostly tailors, and bought goods,
paving cash. Gilbert did not stop to
consider; the spell was upon him, and
he kept back two dollar bill.
That afternoon he suffered much. He
dared not look the clerks in the face,
though he was sure that some of them
did the same thing. In the evening be
accompanied his fair companion to the
entertainment, and though he tried to be
happy, yet he could not.
That night the boy slept, and while
he slept he dreamed. His father and
mother came to him all pale and sad, and
told him helhad disgraced them forever
On tho following morning he entered
the store, as usual, and his duties were
performed silently and sadly. The clerks
asked him if he was sick, and he told
them no. Toward the middle of the
forenoon, Mr.. Phelps came in, and enter.
ed his counting room. Gilbert watched
him until he was alone, and then he
moved towards the place. His heart
beat wildly, and his face was pale as