The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-12-09
PERSEVERANCE.

to trace and as we propose to commence
with his infancy we will take peep at the
little stranger. There is scarcely q persen
but loves, instinctively. the little, soft, vel
vety budgets, all closely enveloped in dainty
muslin and feecy flannel. with the little fists
making such strange uncalled-for evo1utons,
and the little blinking eyes gazing wonder
inglJ about, seeing every thing but compre
hending nothing, and crying out s2asmodi-
cally just at the moment when everybody
else is convulsed with merriment.
But the little one of W hom we write wears
not fine dress, nor is It's cradle soft yet
there is the babe. which, like all others, Is
making odd incomprehensible gestures, and
prattling in an unknown tongue and its
little bec is scarcely softer than was the
manger-cradle of the son of Mary
The father and mother, of course. love their
darling, as what father and mother do not,
and yet often arises the hard question
"Where shall we obtain the bread necessary
to the support of its existence 90 and the
father looks to the mother for a reply, but
y
Their home, in it, every appointment, be-
speaks the most abject poverty, even the
harest necessities of life are often wanting.
But the little one has outgrown its cradle
and Is now a shy, awkward lad of ten
years. The parents, unable longer to pro-
vide the requisite bread, have bound him
out to farmer, with whom he has already
lived several months. IT'S . winters
night. The mad winds hurl the falling
snow violently against the window panes,
the farmhouse. Yet, quite ohlivious of the
elements without, he sits, quietly reading.
Let US, unobserved, peep over his shoulders
and see what he is reading about. Perhaps
it is = book of puzzles or games, or love
story, or ct least the life of some daring
adventurer. But no as surely as my eyes
do not deceive me, it is Blackstone A lad
Of eleven reading law. Queer taste, isn't it?
The good-natured farmer sits opposite.
musIng upon the condition of his stock, and
mentally calculating which particular field
will be best adapted to the growth OF
wheat, which of corn, &c, and allows the
boy 20 read Blackstone because 1t is no
trouble or expense co himself, as another
party furnishes the books and the farmer,
Mr.. -. well no matter about the name,
clothes and feeds and shelters the boy, and
sends him to school one whole month every
year, and is altogether fine, generous man
But the lad reads on, volume after volume,
from the library of his kind lawyer friend.
He grasps the handles of the plow and
while the bright share cleaves the sward he
Is thinking, thinking, thinking. He binds
up the heavy. golden grain into great shin
ing bundles, and still he is thinking.
But the time passes quickly by and he is
now q man, has passed his twenty-irst
birthday. All the farmers In the vicinity
offer HIN q situation, for his high, broad
forehead and honest eyes, his quiet, lnof-
fensive manner and his useful but somewhat
varied stores of information win for hin.
many friends.
But his mind is made up, and he bids
adieu to the farmer and lis family, with
whom he has lived and labored for eleven |
years, and from whom he now receives, as a
for his services, the sum of $S4.
Low wages, wasn't it
The precious 1884 is entrusted to the keep
Ing of man who soon becomes insolvent,
and the hard-earned money gone.
Not discouraged, however. he, with his
little bundle of clothing and few books,
his only treasures, pushes eff, Intent upon
earning enough, frat Of all, to pay his tut
ton in some good school. No energetic
boy, or young lady either. that ever once
made this resolution, determined upon OBJ
tanning an education, was ever known to
fail.
While attending the academy at W. our
hero is ridiculed for his patched coat. WHAT
i hear some Of my fastidious readers ex
claim, "a young man of twenty-five wear a
patched coat to school and expect to be re-
spected ?''
We shall see
His law books are diligently perused
during every interval of study hours, and
the knowledge thus obtained, is treasured
up for future use,
He is respected by the principal and as
sistants, and sighted and jeered by the gaily-
dressed students, yes, and young ladies too,
because, shocking to relate, from the toes of
his wel-worn shoes, peep, with frightfui
distinctness, the white stockings within.
But, as Tennyson says, Let them rave. I'VE
will leave them and follow the fortunes Of
our young friend, poor as the world has it,
yet rich in the treasures that gold cannot
buy.
Another popularity Of this young man is
this he never in his life before he was
twenty-one, spent the sum of one dollar
counting every penny, and this may seem