The daily gazette., 1875-06-30
The MOralHSt Tale Yol EYer Read.
DY FUN.

I'm, if yon please, an humble pezson
| with an edifying moral story to tell you.
which j think it will do some Of you 4
great deal of good to hear. happen TO
be pauper, and expect to be buried at
the expense Of the county, but lean
look back upon long life Of the strict
est probity and most unAagginS indus
think of others who haven't been q bit
honest, and have never done an honest
days work in all their lives, who dine in
marble halls and ride in gilded coaches,
| say to myself:
How much happier you ought to feel
than these wretched persons in their
splendid infamy"
was not all my life through an hon.
est and industrious man. don't mind
telling You there was q time when, for
an hour and y half OF the very least, /
was a thief and villain. An accident
saved me from q felon's doom, or pre-.
vented me from landing large sum Of
money [ might have retired on comfor-
tobiy, and lived like o gentleman ever
after@ard. | am not quite sure which,
am quite sure that it was an ncc;-
ci,lent. fou shall judge for yourself.
was at that time 4 slim and sanguine
youth, with the greatest expectations
and the smallest possible salary. serv-
ed in my uncle's shop, and he worked
me almost to death; but then who could
say: He might die frat, and then, IL he
did NOT make 81 will, I might get the shop
myself.
lie was dreadfully healthy, and WAS
not; but | was very Sanguine.
There was another youthful party in
the shop besides me, but he was bad
young man, and went to the play. he
also drank beer q have always been O.
teetotaler myself and [ have known
him, two evenings running, to buy half
a pint OF porter and drink it all himseN.
When | saw him do this the second
time | was peeping in at the doog)
foretold the ultimate ruin of that young
man. He is awfully well of just now.
and lives i'll mansion: but that's no
matter. 70 proceed:
This bad young man, who has siase
got on well, was always talking Of horse
racing, lie used to go, he told me, to
sporting horse, and met IMAM there who
told him which horse to put his money
on, and then he used to put his money
on and win lot.
But / used to tell him not to do Sc, and
tell him that some day he would back
the wrong horse, only, somehow he new
er did back the wrong one, for he wasaw-
fully lucky. That set me thinking.
said to myself: why should not I
back the right horse, alsoP 1t is true
have no money; but then there's the till,
and it willonly be like borrowing it."
/ borrowed, and started of to- invest
the money.
/ knew which horse to back-the bad
young man had told me, 1t was what
he called rank outsider, but dead GER
tainty. He also said it was moral.
was glad to hear it was a moral;if it had
been an immoral, don't think should
have liked to back it.
was not quite sure of the way. At
that time the neighborhood had not
been improved, and was full ofawkward
twists and turnings. In one OF the
twistedest turnings myself stopped
venerable man to ask him where that
road would take me.
Young man." he said, 1.-THE road you
are taking will lead you to the Tombe."
did not back that horse.
The bad young man did with his. own
money, by the way-but that's only
detail.
The horse won. The odds were hum
dred to one against it. The bad young
man made heap of money.
My uncle was out Of town at the tiMe
and stayed away for over week. The
money would never have been missed.
Virtue is its own reward, and 30 it
ought to be. l am really much happier
as / look back upon my noble sacrifice.
i might have taken my masters shop in
stead of the bad young man. But then.
again, supposing The horse had not won.
and that my uncle had not been away
from town? Supposing the young man
had been told the wrong horse, and be
had lost instead of winningf Only be
didn't. I.@
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