Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-04-09

mical, and wide awake, as well as
shrewd. Driving fast horses, eating
champagne suppers, and sucking mint
juleps, do not furnish the necessary
schooling for a merchant. / won't
preach. however. In one word /; the
first of January is close upon us.
Those of you who can put two thousand
dollars into the concern, shall draw
sixth of the profits That's ALL"
The old fellow turned on his heel,
picked up his hat and left the counting
room.
James Bradley YVES the only one of
the number-four in all-who could
"face the music" The other three had
perfected themselves in the art of driv-
ing fast horses. drinking sherry cob
blers, and eating good dinners which
Mr.. Harris had limited was not neces-
sary qualification for one of his part
nerS.
John Farmers surplus had been spent
in giving his wife Zone more dress.
AS his salary was increased from year
to year, Zone more dress" was the
oftener required. Beefsteaks, mutton
chops, and ice were as unhealthy and
dyspeptic in their tendency as ever ; and
yet Mrs. Farmer, from the costliness of
her apparel, might be mistaken for the
lady of nabob.
Five years more. Old Mr.. Harris is
dead and, though the firm is still Har-
ris & Co., James Bradley is the senior
partner. He has already made a COM
petence, and does a very large business.
John Farmer left the concern three
years ago. 1t was supposed because
he could not endure the thought of be-
ing clerk under his former compan-
ion. He left Boston and went to New
York, but his unthrifty habits followed
him. His wife wore the greater part
his salary on her back and disheartf
ened by his i'll success, he had increased
the number of sherry-cobblers in his
per diem allowance to such an extent,
that he had been discharged from his
place. Not being able to get another
situation in New York, he reached Bos-
ton in Strengthened circumstances. He
was equally unfortunate there. The
teddy blossoms on his nose were against
him; his coat was rusty, and his breath
smelt like the fog from three-cent
grogshop. His last dollar was spent,
and his wife was paying visit" to a
friend who had repeatedly urged her to
spend a week with her, and whom she
would have been sorry to disappoint
Ee was reduced to the last extremity.
His old friend and associate, James
Bradley. was now In affiuence, and able
to assist him. Notifying as was the
thought, there was scarcely any other
alternative but to apply to him for a
situation.
James was shocked when he recog-
nized him. Sherry cobblers, thrift
less wife, Zone more Dress" and the
want of encoura cement, had done their
work.
els there vacancy in your counting
room, Mr.. Bradley 2" asked he in hum
BILE tones.
"There is not, John, but I will Gre
ate place for you," replied the liberal
merchant, as he realized the situation
of his former associate.
"Thank you" replied John, tear
starting to his eye, at this unexpected
kindness-tbe first he had experienced
anywhere, not excepting his own house,
for many and many weary month.
James took him home to dine with him,
and John had au opportunity to contrast
his own circumstances with those of his
thrifty friend. He was sad at heart
in short he was a ruined man.
He did very well for few months in
the counting-room of his friend, but
his old habit soon obtained the mastery
over him again, and he died suddenly
of disease produced by dissipation.
Zone more Dress" said Mrs. Green
the good old lady was now a cherished
member of her daughters family is
the representative of the whole system
of extravaganza. 'One more dress, as
the type of great bundle of bad ba-
bits, was the ruin of John Farmer.
Don't you know it Sarah ?"
81 do, mother, and / cannot be too
thankful to you for your wholesome ad
vice. am sure that without it l should
have procured 'one more dress ther
wanted another and another, until / haG
spoiled all my husbands expectations
Poor Ellen Farmer, she is binding shoes
for her daily bread now!'