The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-10-28

only Dcen equal TO the increased eXpenul-
ture, but there was an actual surplus of ten
dollars in hand.
"I never would have believed it," said
John, as he and his wife sat one evening
talking over their improved condition, af-
ter the babies-loved now almost as if their
own-were asleep. "It's just as old Mr..
Brown used to say Waste takes more
than want declare I've got heart in
me again. / thought we shonld have to
let the place go that I'd never be able to
pay off the mortgage. But here we are,
ten dollars ahead in less than month
and going on at this rate, well have all
clear in eighteen months"
Next day fellow workman said to
Wheaton, half in banter Didn't see
the constable down your way yesterday"
p" Shouldn't wonder," replied Wheaton,
with more gravity of manner than his
questioner had expected.
81 thought saw him looking around
after things, and counting his fees on his
fingers"
"Likely as not" said Wheaton. 81 know
of a good many rents not paid up last quar-
ter. Money gone to McBride's, instead of
to the landlord-eh ?"
The man WINGED little.
"How are the babies 2" he asked.
Firstrate," said Wheaton, and with
smile SO real that his fellow-workmen could
not pursue his banter.
70 fbs,c nf
all, Wheaton's circumstances kept on i'm
proving. The babies had brought bless
ing to his house. In less than eighteen
months he had paid off the light mortgage
that for years rested on his little home !;
and not only this, had improved it in vari-
GUS ways, even to the putting up of a
small addition, SO as to give them neat
breakfast-room.
The children grew finely-there were
three of them now, for their hearts and
home had opened to another orphan baby
and, being carefully trained by Mrs.
Wheaton, were light and joy to the
house.
At the end Of five years we will intro
duce them briefly to the reader Wheaton
is master-workman and employs ten
men. He has enlarged his house, and
made it one of the neatest in the village
Among his men is the very one who ban
tered him about the children, and prophe-
sled that he would soon be sold out by the
constable. Poor man it was not long be-
fore the constable had him in charge. He
had wasted his money at McBride's instead
of paying it to the landlord.
Walking homeward, one evening after
work was over, Wheaton and his Journey
man took the same way. They were ST.
lent until they came near the formers
pretty dwelling, when the journeyman
said, half in jest, yet with undisguised Bit
terness: i" guess Wen have to take baby
or two."
"Why?" asked Wheaton, not perceiving
what was in the mans thought.
I" For good luck" said the journeyman
"Oh!'
"You've had nothing but good luck
since you took poor Mrs Grants orphan
children"
Only such good luck as every one may
have If he will" answered Wheaton.
81 can't see it," returned the man.
"Your wages were no better than mine.
had one child, and you saddled yourself
with two, and not long after added third
And how is it to-dayp You have nice
house, and your wife and children are well
dressed, while have never been able to
make both ends meet, and my boy looks
like ragamuffin half the time"
"Do you see that house over there-the
largest and the handsomest in the place ?''
said Wheaton.
eyes"
"Who owns itP'
"Jimmy Mcbride"
How much did you pay toward build
ing itP',
"MeP''--in surprise.
"Yes, you How much did you pay to-
ward building it9''
"Why, nothing. Why should help
pay for his house P"
" Sure enough Why should your hard
earnings go to build and furnish an ele-
CANT house for man who would rather
sell liquor, and so ruin his neighbors, body
and soul, than support himself in useful
calling as you aud l are trying to do9p
~ don't see what you're driving at,
said the journeyman.
" How much a week do you spend at
McBride's saloon9'
The man stood still, with blank look
on his face.