The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-05-18

beauty, and helplessness, that brings
cares akin 10 Angels' work.
For once, John Clarke stopped the
gossip's mouth. He held his head up
man ully-worked steadily at his trade,
and every step seemed sure adVauce
and an upward one.
Baby was just six months old when
the railway company paid into John
Clarke's hand very handsome sum for
the privilege Of cutting u railway
through his little field.
"a handsome baby, beautiful and
industrious vile, and good round sum
from the railway company" thought
John, with an honest exuitatiou; swell,
this Is llvingW
"John," said his wife, rising from her
work, "look therel"
He did, and saw the old one-horse
chaise, dragged by q stalwart laborer.
master says as how the old barn is
going to be pulled down, SO he sent your
shay" said the laborer.
"Fhank him for nothing" said John,
bitterly, but a glance at his wife re-
moved the evil spirit, and better one
smiled out Of his eyes.
John, you can spare little money
now to have the old chaise done up. can't
you! You ought to, according to the
will" said Jenny.
'The old trashp muttered John.
"BuJ you could at least sell it Tor what
the repairs would cost" said Jenny, in
ner winning way.
Yes, suppose could" said John.
"Ihen I'd nave it done," said Jenny,
Sand bless me, Pd keep it too. You've
got good horse, and can have tue old
chaise made quite stylish for baby and
me 10 ride ill.,"
"Well, PlI send it over to Hosmer's to-
morrow and see what he will DO it tor"
said John.
"Look here! Mr.. Hosmer wants YOU
to come over to his shopW shouted the
wheelrighps apprentice, on the lollow-
ing day, at the top OF his lungs. "Ola
Joe Hemp's there, am says he's right
down glad. Ips hundreds, and hun.
dreds, and hun"
"Stop, boy what in the world does he
mean, Jennyr' cried John clarke, put
ting the baby in the cradle, face down
ward.
"My patience, John, look at that
child-precious darling! Pm sure l
don't know, John. I'd 70 over and see,"
exclaimed Jenny.
"'Taint any fun, tell ye," said the
boy, while Jonn hurried on his coat and
hat; ''my graciousl you'll say it ain't
lun when you come TO see them gold
things and the papers,"
This added wings to John Clarke's
speed, and IN moment he stood breath
less in the old wheelwrighrs shop,
wish you JOY, my fine felierl' cried
Joe Hemp.
"LooK here! whatll you take for that
old chalse? PHI give you four hundred w
cried the old wheelwrignt, in great glee,
"Four hundred~ repeated John,
aghast.
"Yes; just look at it! You're rich
man, sir; and, by Jove, Pm glad OF it
You deserve to be-" said the wht ell
wright, shaking Johns haud heartily.
Wnat DO you suppose were the con-
sternatien, delight, gratitude-the wild,
wild joy, that filled tue heart Of Clarke,
when ne found the old chaise filed with
gold and bank notes? l mean the cush-
ions, the linings, and every place where
they could be placed without danger OF
injury.
Poor Johnl-or rather, rich John-his
head was nearly turned. 1t required all
the balance OF Jenny's nice equipoIse of
character to keep his ecstatic brain from
spinning like a hummipg-top. Now he
could build two houses Ike the one his
uncle had bequeathed to his red-headed
cousin, who nad wished him joy when
the Will was read-the dear old uncle
What genuine sorrow he felt as he
thought of the many times he had heaped
reproaches upon his memory!
Imagine, ii you can, dear reader, the
peculiar feelings Of those kind friends
who had propnesied that John Clarke
would come to grief. At first old Joe
Hemp proposed to take the old ohaise
just as it was-linings stripped, bits OF
cloth hanging-and proclaim with a
trumpet the good tidings to the whole
village, taking especial pains to stop be-
fore the house OF Mr.. Spriggs, and blew
ing loud enough TO drown all the forty
pianos in the world; but that was vetoed
by JonRs kind little wife.
'La! they'll know of it soon enoughw
she said, kissing the baby; II wouldn't
hurt their feelings."
They did know OF it; and few years
afterward they all agreed that John
Clarke had turned cut a really good
man. So much for that old one-horse
chaisel