The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-03-11

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where he carried on highly remunerattve'
business as an exporter OF secondhand wear
ing APPAREL He was big merchant. His
books showed many thousand pounds year
net profit. But his grandfather had tramped
the streets ofLondon with three or four hats
on the top of his head, and sack slung over
his shoulder, as he sang out "Ole clo'W at
regular intervals, like the minute gun at sea.
There were people who could recollect it
strange, that there always should be people
whose memories are so terribly distinct upon
any subject we most particularly wish to rele-
gate to oblivion. The gentleman of Noting
Hill disliked any reference to the 'Efounder of
the firm" He felt strangely ashamed OF his
ancestor, dead and gone. There is mighty
difference, thoughthe between walking about
to pick up few shabby garments here and
there, and buying them wholesale by hundreds
and thousands, to be packed in heavy bales,
marked and numbered as per Margin and
shipped to the uttermost ends of the earth
Y.
We are now going across the sea, on the
lightning wings of fancy. We want to look
up some old friends of ours and find out how
they are getting on. 1t will be recollected that
Mark Roper, with his wife Pattie and their
baby, emigrated to Australia, there to court
that better fortune which had persistenly re-
fused to smile upon them in the land of their
birth. Three years have passed since they first
set foot upon the shores of the new country
with capital consisting of a very small
amount of money and very large amount of
pluck. The latter has stood them in good
stead, as it will anybody who only makes up
his mind to RELY upon it steadily Pluck is one
OF the best substitutes for more substantial
property that man can possess Mark found
II SO. AT first he had very rough uphill bat
tie to fight. Circumstances let him have one
or two powerful slaps straight from the
shoulder, just to try what metal he was made
OF He ALWAYS forth fbo ~,
came up smiling. Then circumstances turned
round in friendly manner, patted him ap-
Provingly on the back and said: " You'll do ~
AND he did do as well as he could wish, and
lar better than he expected. He has thrown
over his original trade long ago, and is part
owner OF small sheep-run "up-country."
His home-surrounded by large and we'll
cultivated garden-is cottage built of logs
and corrugated zinc, rather rough to look at
outside, but exceedingly bright and coy, if
we give peep at theinterior, as we shall take
the liberty of doing.
Pattie is there, busily preparing supper of
unusual abundance. She expects her husband
home tonight, after an absence of six DAYS
he has been to Melbourne, where he will en-
deavor to pick up two or three steady young
fellows to work on the rum as their stock is
increasing and more helps required. Very diff
terent does the young wife look now, compared
with when we saw her stretched upon the pal
let in Cribble Street, Mile End, slipping the
parish cruel. She has changed into a comelv
blooming woman, with glow of health and con
tentmentupon herface most pleasant to behold.
Baby Pattie sits on high chair at the table,
watching her mothers culinary operations with
great ntentness, and trying to dip her little
myers into everything within her reach. In
the corner is cradle where pretty boy of
twelve months reposes quietly, with his great
blue eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling,
and exhibiting a perfectly philosophic in
difference to the rattle of D1afaS
pans, mingled with the incessant chatter of his
sister.
BY and by the wife's attentive ear caught the
sound of wheels She few to the door, and saw
wagon, drawn bya pair of strong horses, rap
idly approaching. Directly she appeared the
man who was driving gave the reins in charge
of another, leaped to the ground and ran to
meet her 1t was Mark Roper. He caught
her in his arms and kissed her To see this
happy pair, you would have thought they had
been parted foryears instead of for days. They
loved each other as fervently as ever.
When the wagon drew up near the door,
Mark introduced the two young men he had
engaged at Melbourne; and then they proceed
ed to unpack and carry into the dwelling a
number of tools, implements, bundles and
parcels-the last named containing household
comforts and necessaries, such as people sup
ply themselves with in quantities, when they
live nearly two hundred miles away from the
principal town, to- which they can only pay
very occasional visits. After a gigantic sup
per had been disposed of, the two new ''helps,"
weary with their long journey, retired to rest;
and Mark and his wife settled themselves
down for quiet chat upon affairs in general
particularly their own.
What lot of clothes you have brought!'
said Pattie, as she examined motley heap of
garments before her.
YES" observed Mark. "We shall want
them all. The fresh hands have plenty of rough
work before them and will fhpun ont
enough, | warrant"
do you intend this fors'
80, that-they threw it in cheap, so / took
it, 1t will serve somebody turn in the rainy
season."
The lining wants coming out; it is all
going to pieces" she remarked, taking up her
scissors and shipping away at some loose rags.
" Hullo! What's this!"
Whats whatr' inquired Mark, over the
tankard he was lifting to his lips
This There is another lining underneath,
and something stitched inside it.,'
g Rip it open, then, my dear!'
No sooner said than done. In another mo-
ment Pattie drew forth a thin oil skin envel-
ope and laid it on the table.
whats in that, | wonderF' cried Mark,
holding it up to the light. "Paper of some
knife, girl. Don't tear anything. Be care
full"
ats bank-notes" exclaimed Pattie, pale
with excitement. LOOK! One, two, three,
four, FIVE"
81 By Jove! so they are. Five Bank of En-
gland notes for-for- Why, Pattie, they're
for thousand pounds apiecea" The rustling
wealth shook in his trembling hand as he
spoke. i5 tit E.'3't
" And here is something else. Mark-a bit
OF paper. with writing upon it. What does it
all meant" -
" Read it," said her husband.
Thus it ran: whoever finds this money
five thousand pounds-msy keep it. give it
to them freely, It's all mine, and got hon
estly. (Signed) JAMES GELswoRTHY."
"Uncle's money!" cried Pattie, gasping
with establishment.
"And your uncle's coat?" added Mark, in
the same tone. :" remember it well now,
torn and dirty as it is l might have known
it by the buttons. To think-only to think
that 1t should have come back to us again,
when l sold the whole concern more than three
years ago for fifteen shillings p'-Londoa So
ciety. RI Ns3
A Georgia Negroes Trained Dogs.