The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1873-01-18
Satisfied !'.contemptuously.
Tits wrong to murmur against
ones lot Wesought to be thank

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/, Don't mention the word thank
full to me. Pardon me, mother, I d
do not mean to speak unlindly );
but-there is going to be a change
that all. Qg5s a
You don't mean that you are go
ing to leave Mr. Dunning
g No, no. g, asii' -
i what was it about Mr.. Went
worth. 9@eei g 2s4a5f s2o =
'h'AOh, I'met him to-day Tom,
blushed and he reminded me as
how Mr. Dunning began as a chore
boy, and how he stands now. And
I thought why can't one do as well
as another Why can't l do its
4 am sure / do not know she re-
pl1ed slightly nonplussed. But
you should not deceive yourself by
building air castles. 81
IT win take care Of that But I
have got an idea which I mean to
work out. It may amount to moth
ing '--''t r. isssss-'ss s'fta easfi'y
|m what is it Tomf
I cant tell you now. You know
| that brains sometimes make more
| money than hands If I can only
/ invent something
Mrs Shelly shook her head doubt
fully.
/ Inventors are generally hair,
Drained creatures 4 /.
Not by a good deal You ought
to be ashamed to slander them
Think of what good they have done
for the world.
/ Tom left the table with his meal
but half finished. and threw himself
on the couch His hand in his
pocket came in contact with some
thing that sent-a crimson tide to
| his face. He rose hastily and went
up to his room. He Lit his lamp
and smiled in exultation as he laid
small object on the table. It was
Miss Lucy Wares missing button
| Yes Tom had seen it when it drop
ped, picked it up and resolved to
keep it in remembrance Of the tam
talizing little siren who had SO be-
witched him, Sometime perhaps,
he would return it. He chuckeled
as he thought of her, discomfeiture,
and her blissful ignorance as to the
one who was the possessor of her
lost trinket. Then the foolish fell
low gazed at it long and wistfully,
, finally placing it in an insidepocket
of his vest. hie9 gw2
Il He went to- q shelf on which, was
ranged q choice collection of scien
!, tific works, took down one and com
) menced reading. But his thoughts
refusing to concentrate themselves
1 ON the subject of the book he final
E II flung it aside and went down
stairs. He astonisbed his mother
the rest of the evening by being
" unusually gay and vivacious. s He
perpetrated fearful jokes, and both
laughed till the tears ran down their
j cheeks, thus insuring good night s
10 rest. ie fa
d But change was comming. The
> next day Tom bought pencil, com
pass and paper, and in the evening
n shut himself up in his room This
y. was repeated the.n next evening and
the next, and at the end of week
Is his mother learned to look no more
v. for the pleasant hours they had
re been won't to spend together afte,
tea. Tom grew pale, and his face
1T assumed a thoughtful resolute, look
"a And soon he drew half of his two
4, hundred dollars from the bank ano
in fitted up little workshop in che
70 back chamber. Here the sound o
filing and hammering was heart
nt late into the hours of every even
a. ing. Tom was working out his ide
ID whatever it was, and it was plainl,
ID no child's play with him, but tn
N game in which he had staked hi
in all, a battle for life or death. Hi
30 earnest face told this; always sobe
CIV meditative now, and scarcely eve
to relaxing into smile His mothe
q noticed this; Mr.. Dunning notice
IL it; his friends noticed it; but he dis
as charged all his daily duties wit
he rigid fidelity, and gave short an
or swers to expressions of concer1
ler And thus the winter passed.
pt, One August day MIR. Dunnin
to said: Z a4d 80
se Shelly you are entitled to v,
He cation, and you look as if you nee
ir- it. Go off for a couple Of week
on Your pay shall go on the same
nd I don't want it now, sir. Ial
bic all right.
his .Ah, but I am afraid you are n.
till all right. You look pale and thi1
I would prefer to work for Il
ew present persisted Tom. III al
for it when I want it.
ner All right. Don't be afraid
nd mention it, only don't wait till Il
inc busy season. So,
For the next three weeks To
yht stuck later than ever at his wo
low shop Of evenings, and often toll
ons there until the wee small hours we
lse, tolled out by the lonely solen
,ph town clock. $500
AT the end of that time he we
sat to Mr. Dunning with bright alme
lied happy looking eyes. Yet he had
iaded exhausted air. vs
Now sur, / want my vacation.
fWhewI said Mr.. Dmning;
have got some big. orders, y
ON. know
ant I can't help it, sir, I must hav'
ow? week. = = f.a-z : = 81
Ill You must
& am sorry sir but rather tn