Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1878-08-09
RICH FOR ONE DAY.

as many poor men nave, large Iam-
lily; and when winter had arrived it
found him out of employment and
almost out of bread. By doing odd
jobs, however, he managed to keep
body and soul together. One morn
ing he arose in very low spirits; he
was to eat his last crumb of bread
for breakfast.
What must l do? he cried.
Trust in ProTidencs, answered his
faithful wife, breaking in upon his
soliloquy.
Well, l will. I'll 60 down street
and see if can get an odd job or
two.
He had scarcely gone square
when an acquaintance coming to-
ward him said,-
Halo! Jones, you are looking
better than usual this morning; no
wonder though; l believe I'd feel
jolly too, were l in your place. Al
low me to congratulate you, sir.
Poor Jones was completely stag
gered; formerly he had received on
ly cool nod of recognition from
Mr.. Williams; now it was a kind
word, and a hand offered to shake,
and congratulate, too! And for
what? He could only stammer,-
Mr.. Williams, I-I-rsally-I
what do you mean?
Oh, of course! Expected you
would be proud and stuck up, ex-
planned Mr.. Williams, adding, Give
you two weeks to get over that.
And with this lucid explanation
of his conduct, Mr.. Williams passed
on.
He is crazy! exclaimed Jones.
While looking in amazement at
the retreating form of the supposed
maniac, a hand lightly touched his
shoulder, which caused him to turn
and face Mr.. Graball.
How are you, Jones? Glad to see
you, said Graball, extending his
hand.
lam prst-prstty we-well, eS-
sayed the astonIshed Jones.
Of course you are, continued Gra-
ball. And how modestly you as
sumo your new roLe;-I'll tell you,
Jones; you know you wanted to
borrow twenty five dollars of ms the
other day; 1 didn't happen to have
it just then, but yesterday l collect
ed my rents; so this morning, when
I sat down to make out your check,
l thought might as well make it
fifty instead of twenty-five.
Thrusting the check into Jones'
hand, he was about to depart, when
he added
Iforgot, Jones; my wife says you
must dine with us next Sunday. Be
sure to come, and bring your
wife and children.
As Graball whisked out of sight,
Jones tried to collect his thoughts.
After miserable attempt, he deter
mined to go home and consult his
wife; she might solve the riddle
that puzzled him.
Arriving at home, amazement was
only to be succeeded by wonder and
surprise, for in passing through the
hall into the kitchen, he found his
wifeunheading barrel of.tiour, and
his daughter putting away lot of
beef.
Is it you, Charles? said his wife.
1 don't know, Mary; just stick me
with pin, till l see.
No, indeed, I shall not! But Just
think of it, Charles! The grocer
sent up this barrel of flour this
morning that be refused to trust us
for last week, and the butchers boy
stopped with sOmo meat, when you
know he has refused us all along.
when asked him what was the
matter, he lonly winked and said we
could settle at the end of the month.
Mrs. Stingy, our neighbor, sent in
two pounds of butter, saying she
was sorry she didn't have it ysster-
day when we wanted to borrow q
cupful, but as her butter man had
just come, she could spare US two
pounds.
And I've got check for fifty dol
lars! And Jones overcome by such
muni6canoa cot dOv1 I'D o.,>.J