Northern Ohio journal. [volume] (Painesville, Ohio) 1872-1896, 1874-04-11

"Why, you have worn the same dress
to meeting every Sunday for a year."
"And probably shall wear it every
Sunday for the next year"
"I wouldn't, if were you"
''I can't afford a new dress every
month. was speaking the other day
about having one more dress, but moth
er said so much against it, that 1 gave
up the idea.
Tied to your mothers apron-string
Yeti" sneered Mrs. Farmer.
"I am too thankful to get my moth
er's advice to reject it. "
"But get the raw-siIk, do Ut will
become you so well ana then we shall
have little respite from that everlast-
ing fawn color"
No, have made up my mind not
to have it.
"Put the money into your stomachs
instead, and get the dyspepsia into the
bargain" said Mrs. Farmer, as she took
her leave.
The "long run" tells the story SO let
us step forward a few years, and look
into the counting-room of our clerks.
James and John are still there, and
occupying the same relative positions.
Their salaries have been gradually
raised, and for three years they have
of fourteen hundred a year.
The 1st of January is at hand. Har-
ris & Co. are about to dissolve, and the
senior, who has made princely fortune
and is queer old fellow at that's
about to form a new partnership.
I" Boys" says old Mr.. Harris, "you
have been with ms long while; I sup
pose you want to get ahead, and become
merchants?"
The "boys" acknowledged the
"corn," and John Farmer winked sig-
nificantly at his associates.
"But," continued the patriarchal
merchant, ito get ahead in business
requires certain qualities of mind and
body. One must be Industrious, econo-
mical, and wide awake, as well as
shrewd. Driving fast horses, eating
champagne suppers, and sucking mint
| iuleps, 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 a
sixth of the profits That's all. %
The old fellow turned on ais heel,
picked up his hat and left tho counting
room.
James Bradley was the only one OF
the number-four in all-whc, could
"face the music" The other three had
perfected themselves in the art of 6riV-
ing fast horses. drinking sherry cob
blers, and eating good dinners which
Mr.. Harris had limited was not a neces.
sary qualification for one of his part
ners. .--s--a-s-zssas-----zss-.--s.--
John farmers surplus had been spent
in giving his wife lone more dress. ,
AS his salary was increased from yea,
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 oi
her apparel, might be mistaken for ths
lady of a nabob.
Five years more. Old Mr.. Harris i,
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 very large business
John Farmer left the concern three
years ago. It was supposed becaus'
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 o
his salary on her back; and disheart
ened by his ill success, he had increased
the number of sherry y-cobblers in hi
per diem allowance to such an extent
that he had been discharged from hi
place. Not being able to get anothe
situation in New York, he reached Bos
ton in Strengthened circumstances. I'll
was equally unfortunate there. Th
toddy blossoms on his nose were agains
him; his coat was rusty, and his breatl
snelt like the fog from three-cen
grogshop. His last dollar was spent
and his wife was paying visit" to
friend who had repeatedly urged her t.
spend week with her, and whom sh
would have been sorry to disappoint |
He was reduced to the last extremity
His old friend and associate, jaime
Bradley, was now in affluence, and abl
to assist him. Mortifying as was tn
thought, there was scarcely any othe
alternative but to apply to him for
situation.
James was shocked when he recog
, nized him. Sherry y-cobblers, thrift
| less wife, Zone more Dress" and tn
want of encouragement, had done thei
| work.
"Is there vacancy in your counting
, room, Mr.. Bradley ?" asked he in hum
J bic tones.
"There is not, John, but will ere
ate place for you, y replied the libera
| merchant, as he realized the situatio
, of his former associate.
| "Thank you" replied John, tea
| starting to his eye, at this unexpecte
, kindness frst he had experience
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 contras
his own circumstances with those of hi
/ thrifty friend. He was sad at heart
, in short he was ruined man.
He did very well for few months i
} the counting-room of his friend, bu
, his old habit soon obtained the master
: over him again, and he died suddenl
| of a disease produced by dissipation.
Zone more Dress" said Mrs. Gree
r the good old lady was now a cherishe
, the representative of the whole system
{ the type of great bundle of bad hs
bits, was the ruin. of John Farmer
, Don't you know it Sarah ?"
81 do, mother, and I cannot be to
thankfulto you for your wholesome ad
vice. am sure that without it shoul
have procured 'one more dress; the
| wanted another and another, until ha
! spoiled all my husbands expectations
Poor Ellen Farmer, she is binding shoe
, for her daily bread now!"
. :. A Misunderstanding.
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