Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1881-02-17
WINNING GOOD LUCK.

AS the creat clock in the counting
room of Barone Brothers, bankers,
struck five, Mr.. Ruius Warner,
chief bookkeGper and confidential
clerk, looked up at it musingly and
closed his ledgers for the day. IL was
time now to 20 home; but be did not
remember any one day OF his life that
had ever been so short. Since he had
unfolded his morning paper and read,
with considerable amazement, Ger
tain small advertisement, he had been
IN a state Of happy perplexity and
blissful castle building.
If this should meet the eyes of
Rufus Warner (He had read it twenty
times or more during the afternoon)-
II this should meet the eyes of Rufus
Warner, who remembers Joey Trexler,
he will hear of something worth know
ing by addressing TeAque & Tarbox,
Attorneys-atlaw, Chicago"
Two or three of the other clerks said
the advertisement meant that be was
about TO strike n streak of luck" But
who was joey Trexler. they asked.
And that was just what puzzled Rufus
Warner: Who was joey Trexlerp In
the evening, though. after he had shut
himself mp alone in his room, and sat
down before the open fire, in dressing
gown and slippers, it occurred 20 him.
joey Trexlerl Why. OF course, he re.
membtred him very well. Hou stupid
he had been not 10 recollect him sooner I
Ht had met the man long ago, when
be, Rufus, was fifteen years old, and
oomiDg up to the city the frst time. lie
was not likely TO forget that period OF
his life. The day was a chilly, lone
some one, late in November, and the
roads were frozen and rough, 80 that the
numbering old stage-coach in which he
rode from Perryville jolted at every turn
Of the Wheels. He remembered. too.
how dreary the fields looked. with their
tall punches OF cornstalks dotting
them here and there. and the leaves on
the trees were all turned and falling
along the roadside. About dark it be-
gin to snow little, and joey Trexler
Che was the driverl Jumped down from
his box and lighted the lamps at the
sides of the coach. Then the other
passengers-two old gentlemen and an
old lady drew the buffalo robes about
them and gave up taking some time.
As for himself, he had enough to think
about, while he sat huddled in one
corner, watching through one of the
windows the flicker of the lamp at that
side and the gathering gloom without.
By-and-bye, however, one Of the old gen.
tlenien disturbed him.
Going iurf" he asked. - Maybe
Jou ouehtn't to fall asleep"
81 am going co tho city," Rufus an
swered. 81 am not asleep"
"Going to the city. are youi Wen,
now, that's quite q piece for . nd ike
you to you alone. Folks live thzeF"
mo"
The coach jolted slOng some Distance
DefOEe tue innn sp0AG ~ HIN hkhAA !
and Il grew darker and darker, 30 that
they could not see each other very
plainly. After while. though, the old
gentleman attempted once mere 10 start
conversation.
Belong down In the country here
somewhere, SupposeP" he inquired.
I'm Perryville," " Rufus TetuEzed.
"Your father keeps srors there.
maybeP"
"He IL dead"
"Deada Shawl I'm soTEy 70 hear
q. Mother livingP"
mo"
The coach lurched. the snow bhv
against the windows. and The lamps
shot mp an ,xb . nah.
$50 you're an orphanF" said he old
lady. in q sympathetic tone. from hef
corner.
Yes. ma'sm."