Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1875-03-25
ohm Farmer winked significantly at his asso.

cia4es.
"But." continued tho patriarchal merchant
ties Of mind and body. One must be industrious,
economical, aud vide awake, a. well ~ shrewd
Driving fast horses, eating champagne suppers,
and sucking mint juleps, do not furnish the
necessary schooling for . merchant I won't
preach. however. In one word the first Of
can put two Thousand dollars In tho concern,
shall draw 9 sixth Of the profits That's all
The old fellow turned on his heel, picked up
bis hat and left the counting room.
James Bradley waA the only one Of tho number
-four In au-who could face the music"
The other three had perfected themselves in
the art Of fast driving, drinking sherry cobblers
and eating good dinners which Mr.. Harris had
hinted was not necessary qualification for one
Of his partners.
John Farmers surplus had been spent in CIV
ing his wife one more dress." Beefsteaks and
mutton chops, and ice wero - unhealthy and
dyspepsia in their tendency - 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, aud
though the firm is still Harris 4 Co., James
Bradley 10 the senior partner. He has already
made competence, and does very large busi-
ness.
It was supposed because he could not endure the
thought Of being clerk under his former
companion.
He left Boston and went to New York, but his
unthrifty habits followed him. His wife wore
the greater part Of his salary on her back and
the number Of sherry cobblers in his per diem
allowance to such m extent, that he had been
discharged from his place.
Not being able to get another situation in New
York, he reached Boston In Strengthened circun-
stances. He was equally unfortunate there.
ThA tr1dv h1n0n0ulA nm hin nOAA WArA nUainNt
him bis coat was rusty, and his breath smelt
like fog from three cent grog shop. His last
dollar was spent, and his wife was paying ,
''visit' to friend who had repeatedly urged
her TO spend week with her, and whom she
would have been sorry to disappoint.
He WAS reduced to the last extremity. His
old friend and associate, James Bradley, was
now in affluence and able to assist him. Mortl-
flying - was the thought there was scarcely
any othor alternate but to spply to him for sit
uAtion.
James was shocked when he recognized him
Sherry oobblers, . thriftless wife, zone more
dress, and the want Of encouragement had done
their work.
Mr.. Bradley p asked John Farmer. in humble
"There ia not, John, but will create place
for you," replied the liberal merchant, as he re-
allied tho situation Of his former associate.
ho 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 an opportunity to contrast bis own
circumstances with those Of his thrifty friend.
He was sad 1t heart-in short he was . ruined
man.
He did very well for few months in the
counting-room Of his friend, but his old habits
soon attained the mastery over him again, and
he died suddenly Of disease produced by dissi-
patton.
"One more Dress" said Mrs. Green-the good
old lady who was now cherished member Of
her daughters family-''is the representative
Of the whole system OF extravaganza. One
more dress, - the type Of . great bundle OF
bad habits, was the ruin Of John Farmer. Don't
you know 1t Sarah 2"
II do, mother, and cannot be Too thankful
to you for your wholesome advice. am sure
that without it should have procured tone
more dress ! then wanted another, and another,
until had spoiled all my husbands expecta.
tions. Poor Ellen Farmer, she Ia binding shoes
for her daily bread now ?"