St. Landry democrat., 1882-05-27
nINDTsTRY NEED NOT WISH"


"INDUsTRY NEED NOT WISH"
It was writing-hour in the home
school-room of the Dalton children. Inc
governess had been called out, and they
were left on honor.
Jack Dalton had not written a stroke
since the summons came, aud by the
time his teacher was beyond the door
had drawn, from his pocket, treasures
in the shape of marbles, alleys, fishing
lines and knife.
gassTom,' he called, to his cousin. and
added emphasis with well-aimed paper
ball, 'what' Il you give in cash for this
stock?'' ,af . ...
"Don't want it at any price," an
swered Tom, without looking up.
sBut I'm hard up, and will sell at
! sacrifice continued Jack; ''besides, l
| want to get something else 'aE
81 want to get something, too," Ion
replied, "but not that trash.'
Jack looked over at his cousin curious
| ", but he was intent upon his copy.
He had been laboring steadily at the
letters, and was halfway down the
page, when the thought dawned in his
mind that they might mean something.
This was the copy: Industry need
not avish." All! what did not Tom
wish? That very morning he had been
wishing to buy story-paper and some
fruit for his invalid sister. Then he had
heard his mother wish their little garden
could be cultivated, and he felt sure he
could do it if he only had tools to work
with. And when it came to his own
wants, they were really without num-
ber and here, right before his eyes, if
there were truth in his copy, was a
remedy.
Jack" he said, "listen, and tell me
what you think of this: Industry need
not wish. y
so, bother!'' returned Jack. Il
think nothing of it. It's good practice
on the lettering; but as for the senti-
ment, it means no more than if it said:
Jack and Gill went up the hilln"
"But Benjamin Franklin said it,
argued Tom. cit must mean some
thing"
".Oh, it don't follow returned his
cousin. ale gaineda great reputation,
and after that everything he said was
accounted wise. My own private opin-
ion is that he said great many stupid
things"
but if this should be true, Jack, just
think of all the things we could have
without wishing
81 thought something was up" re-
piled Jack, impatiently. g You've been
Sitting like deacon ever since Miss Ray
went out. Your copy-book has struck
in, / suppose. For my own part, I'm
not SO stupid as to pin my faith on old
proverbs
But to Tom, who was poor, and being
educated by his uncle, it seemed worth
trying.
!: ~ will begin this very afternoon he
thought. Il wish most for the papers
for Amy, and will see if l can earn
them"
His enthusiasm almost overcame his
appetite, and, his hastily eaten dinner
over. he set off in quest Of work.
Right near his own home, and on one
of the main thoroughfares of the town,
was the quaint old residence of Eben
Underhill. He was so old an inhabit.
ant that everybody called him Uncle.
For sixty years he had lived in the same
substantial farmhouse. Modern i'm
provements had branched out arounc
him, and stately store-houses reared
their French roofs far above the lowl,
dwelling; but they only seemed to make
, protection, shutting out the busy
4 world, while the quiet, old-time life
within kept its monotonous course.
The place always had charm tt
Tom, and many rides had he enjoyed il
Uncle Eben's spring cart, as he took hi
| daily journey to the distant pasture AMI
, wood-lot.
7 To-day he paused at the gate, wonder
inc if he might not find work there
, But how he hated to ask, when it came
to the point!
=. .sHave you any work for boy t.
: dop" he inquired, eagerly.
8 ..Well, l don't know" the old mai
, replied. 'sIf the right boy happened
3 along, might give him a job."
3 sWould do?" asked Tom.
: "Your clothes don't look much ik
} it, said Uncle Eben, doubtingly. eft
3 sorting potatoes"
$ 81 can do that" said Tom, ''if you'll
I just start me-"
: "pve mind to try you. and will pa
: thirty cents for the rest of the after
g noon, but you'll have, to put on m
overalls, and kiver up your fine clothes.
8 Uncle Eben was stout and tall, an
!, little of Tom was visible when encase
!, in them. They were turned up 81
inches at the bottom, and when the
reached his arm-pits Uncle Eben tie
J them with a piece of clothes-line, Will
the remaining length fell over in a ru
= file. When new they had been brow
u in color, but frequent washings ha