The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-03-12
The BROWN STONE Boy !!

The Atlantic Monthly for March
has an excellent story under the
above name. As all the articles in
the Atlantic are copy righted, l wrote
to the publishers for permission to
publish it. Here is their answer:
BOSTON, February 25th, 1885.
Mr. Davis Maekley. Jackson. Ohio:
DEAR SIR-Your favor of the 23rd, requesting per-
mission to Mr.. Bishops Brown Stone Boy'' in
your paper, has been received, We should be glad
to obge in the matter, but is contrary to our
rule allow stories and articles be copied from
the magazine entire, and in the of Mr. Bishops
stories, he is in the habit of gathering them into
book form subsequently. there are especial objec-
tions to their having promiscuous circulation in
newspapers. If it were possible for you to use
only a portion of the story, say one-half,
or o-thirds, we should have objections, but of
course that would hardly answer your purpose in
this Yours very truly,
HoUGHToN, MIFFLIN & CO.
Awaiting myself Of their kindness,
| will make an extract this week, and
another extract next week. As the
story has a valuable lesson, especially
for young men, as we'll as for parents,
I hope all will read it. D. M.
ut was my family influence that
first took me down there" he said
MY father died when | was a small
kid. and [ never saw much Of him,
any way; but the old lady has always
had lots Of influence. all the same
So when [ had to get out Of New
York; was wanting to get away
from New York, for certain reasons
Che favored me again with one Of his
fixed smiles, from which it was evil
dent that the reasons were not of the
most reputable sort ),-'the old lady
spoke to some friends of hers, and
they got me place down in the Is
lands. in sugar warehouse. There
wasn't much to do, and [ am kind of
easy-going sometimes. and didn't do
even that. | used to draw my little
hundred dollars month, and write
home to the old lady that | was saw
ing it, and getting to be regular
Astor or Vanderbilt wasn't, though.
all the same. One day the superin-
tendent came along, unexpectedly.
and found me going to sleep-as [
used to most all the time when he
was h"dN"ou pIlC VI
coffee-sacks.
"'Are you down here for your
health? p he says.
"'I don't know as I am I says
What's the matter with you?' giving
him back look Of impotence.
well, the shipping-book hadn't
been attended to for couple of
weeks, and memorandum of sugar
hogsheads on hand that he wanted
was about as far behind What with
that and my back talk and all together,
he pretty soon fired me out entirely.
| didn't care, as long as my money
lasted; but the worst Of it was that
was gone the old skeesix was still so
mad that he wouldn't give me back
the place. and I had to shift for N.Y.
self Jobs amt very plenty in the
Islands, and couldn't afford to let
the old lady know what had happened
to me, either. 1t was kind Of last
chance, her sendin' me down there.
I'd been into various matters and
things before, you see. Nor yet [
couldn't play off the invalid dodge on
her any more; I've pretty much run
through that, too"
NY brown-stone friend was so used
to being accepted as an out-and-out
scape-grace, it seemed, that he would
not take the pains to give himself a
respectable character, even when he
had the most excellent opportunities.
To me he might have assumed vir-
tue, though he had it not, with entire
impunity.
It appeared that he had enlisted, in
the Islands, as sub-agent of man
engaged in introducing American
sf wing-machines. He had been in
structed in running and repairing
them, and, having picked up by this
time considerable Of the Spanish
''lingo," had "traveled around among
the good-looking senoras and sem
oritas" for a while. with much enter
tainment to himself. He had, how
ever, repaired many Of the machines
in such way that "a steam engine
could never have started them again, )"
and been. in consequence, deprived of
his office in disgrace. He had next
acted as agent for the sale of some
illustrated Bibles. sent out from Con-
ne"ticut
"They were cram full of pictures"
he said. ''The natives had never seen
anything of the kind before, and it
was bic scheme. The trouble with
'em was they cost too much. | had
to sell 'pm out for less than half price.
to make nv own expenses. When |
got back from the trip. the boss agent
was so mad that I saw finally my tai
ents were not appreciated in the
Islands. and the only thing for me to
do was to get out.
The complacent taking of me into
= sort of partnership, in his peculiar
iniquities. WAS not too complimentary
on the part of the brown-stone boy.
hut he was quite impervious to re-
proof, receiving it at most in puzzled
way. We were coming into port at
the time We set foot on shore
towards evening. Much more init
mate acquaintanceships than this are
broken. and | supposed had seen the
last of the brown-stOne boy.
The next day, however, he walked
into the dining-room at my hotel, at
dinner time, and, dragging out chair
in an easy way, joined me at table.
There had been wonderful change
in his appearance in the mean time.
He was very well and neatly dressed,
and in no respect the slovenly figure
he had been on the voyage.
Yes. all rugged out new," he said,
following with one Of his own my in
voluntary glance Of discovery.
"Ready-made; but I'll have something
even more lum tum than this, in
few days. The old lady's come down
with the stamps again, see2"
TO BE CONTINUED.