Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1878-09-27
RIOH FOR ONE DAY.

RICH FOR ONE DAY.
Charles Jones lived in Bunksrs-
vile. He was strictly honest, con-
sequsntly he was poor. Jones had,
as many poor men have, large fam
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 ProVidencs, answered his
faithful wife, breaking in upon his
soliloquy.
Well, 1 will. Pll go down street
and see if l can get an odd job or
two.
He had scarcely gone a square
when an acquaintance coming to-
ward him said,- 1
Halo! Jones, you are looking
better than usual this morning; no
wonder though; believe Pd feel
jolly too, were 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 hand offered to shake,
aud congratulate, too! And for
what? He could only stammer,-
Mr.. Williams, I-I-rsally-II
what do you mean? 4
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 rstreating 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-pretty we-well, es-
sayed the astonlshed 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 me the
other day; didn't happen to have
it just then, but yesterday collect
ed my rents; so this morning, when
I sat down to make out your check,
thought 1 night 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, be found his
wifeunhOading barrel of -four, and
his daughter putting away lot of
beef.
Is it you, Charles? said his wife.
I don't know, Mary; Just stick me
with a pin, till 1 see. t--
No, indeed, 1 shall not! But just
think of it, Charles! The grocer
sent up this barrel of flour this
morning that lie refused to trust us
for last week, and the butchers boy
stopped with some meat, when you
know he has refused US all along
when l asked him what was the
matter, he eIonly winked and said we
could settle at the end of the month.
Mrs. Stingy, our neighbor, sent 70
two pounds of butter, saying She
was sorry she didn't have it ysstel'-
day when we wanted to borrow
eupful, but as her butter man haGt
just come, she could spare Us two |
pounds.
And Pve got a check for fifty dol
lars! And Jones overcome by such |
munifcence, sat down and gasped
for breath.
I wonder what it means? family |
inquired Mrs. Jones.
Give il up! shouted Jones, de-
spairing of ever solving the riddle.
Suddenly a loud knock was heard |
at the front door.
If that is any person with cor
ner house and lot, refuse 1T Tell |
them we wont have it! yelled Mr..
Jones at his wife, as she rushed to
see who it was. Oh, it is you, is it2
he said, in a relieved tone, as Miss
Tellall, the village gossip, was ush-
cred in.
VI course II Is! but, IA" ms
won't get mad at that told
brother James that expected you
would be kind of fussy like and Sx-
cited; almost every one is that has a
fortune left them.
What fortune, madam demand
ed Jones.
Jones.
You don't mean to tell me you
don't know that fortune has been
left your Well, I'll read it to you.
Miss Tellall then pulled out the
Bunkersville Beacon, and read as
follows:
We are glad to know that our
friend, Charles Jones, has come into
4 handsome fortune, left hlm by an
uncle who recently died in England.
Good luck could not have fallen up
on q more worthiSr man. We con
gratulate him.
That was what Williams wanted
to do, but | thought he was crazy,
moansd Jones.
This accounts for it all, then, ex-