The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-09-24

1t up on the minister, SAID summers, re-
luctantly.
"You surely wont say DR.. Brickers is no
worker" pursued Zeph. "His practice
breaks him of his rest four nights out Of
seven, and keeps him as thin as that skele-
ton of his you made the box for. And as
for lawyer Gibbs" -,
"Well, well, give them up for the
sake of argument" said Summers, i'm
patiently. "But you said all mankind
were workers. This is untrue you know
there are plenty of rich people in the world
who do nothing"
"They work harder than any of us"
said Zeph, smiling.
"That sounds rather paradoxical," an
swered Summers, shaking his head.
"They work harder than any of us, and
for less pay" persisted Zeph. "Some of
them keep horses and dogs, and undergo
fatigue enough to kill United States dra-
goon for the sake of little animal not
worth sixpence. I've seen poor rich man
wading up to his waist in mud and water
in pursuit of little fish six inches long,
and he didn't get him after all. There
may be very few of these fortunate peo-
pie who do no work; but ask DR.. BriclSers
what their mental and physical condition
is"
II don't envy them that but do envy
them their money" said Summers, en-
ergetically, and making huge cash in his
shingle by way of emphasis.
GAN wrong" said his friend, shaking
his head.
81 don't see why some sudden piece of
good luck can't turn up for me as we'll as
other folks" said Gilbert. "Why can't
turn up pot of gold in my garden, or why
can't some relative of mine in England
that never heard of die and leave me his
estate? want big heap of money right
off, M
"What would you do with it ?" asked
Zeph.
"Why, the first thing, I'd marry Han
nah Martin-we've been engaged long
enough then I'd build me a fine new house
mot a little shanty like the one occupy /;
I'd furnish it in tip-top style ; and I'd buy
me nice horse and carryall. Well, that's
what I'd begin with"
"You think 3d." said Zeph.
81 know So" said Summers, "if could
command cash as readily as Squire Belden."
"Good evening, Squire Belden,' said
Zeph, as that gentleman enter cd the shop,
Summers, whose back was to the door, not
noticing him so soon. The animal mag
netizers would have attributed Summers
thought of Mr.. Belden just at the moment
Of his appearance, to the magnetic inhu-
ence preceding the worthy squire but the
young carpenter was no believer in the
doctrine, and he merely thought of an old
adage respecting his satanic majesty, not
at all complimentary to his worthy visitor.
"Mr. Summers" said the squire, shave
you got the stuff out to repair that floor
You took the measure of the other day 9'
eyes, sir, it's all ready"
every well If you can do the job to
morrow should like it my wife has got
new carpet ready for that room"
"I'll be there at seven o'clock to morrow
morning"
"Very good l shall look for you," said
Mr.. Belden, and bowling politely he took
his leave|
ga two-penny job9" said Summers,
disdainfully. ~ was in hopes he would
want me to build a block of houses for
him."
"Don't despise small things, Gilbert"
said Zeph, as he rose to go. Remember
many little makes mickle'
"DespIse thou not the smallest thing
Created by divinity,
For grains Of sand the mountains make,
And atomies innnityl"
Good evening. Keep up a good heart.
The wheel is always turning. can vouch
for that professionally"
The young wheelwright closed the door
with laugh.
"Yes," muttered Summers, "the wheel
is always turning but I'm like the axle.
Well, well, I'll try it on little longer ;and
ifpatient striving doesn't prosper, then hoy
for California p
The old Bclden mansion, whittier Gilbert
Summers repaired at an early hour on the
following day, was a stately ediace of old
colonial period, facing fine lawn, and ac-
cessible through sweeping avenue of inn
memorial buttonwoods. lf
Summers, after brief interview with
the squire, was left alone in the scene of
his labors--a large chamber in the upper