Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1886-08-13
WISHES AND WORKS.
A Story ofIIov Threo Boys Invested
Their Money.


the yellow heaps of gold coins which rose
among field of backed bills like
goldcn-rods in country meadow. 1t
was late in the afternoon and the busy
street was almost deserted. After fcast-
ing their eyes upon tho riches for some
time in silence one of the lads remarked
with little sigh of discomfort:
"Say, Billy, don't you wish all that
was yours2"
'Don't I, though" replied William
with an emphasis which left no doubt of
his sincerity.
"What would you do with it2"
"What would 1 do with it2" repeated
the boy, after pause, for the thought of
possessing so much money was new to
him, and he hardly knew just exactly
what he could do with it. ''Wcll, I'd
buy all the candy could find, and then
wouldn't we have feast2"
'Feast indccdp' rctortcd the first
speaker. "That would be n nice way to
spend your money!"
"What would you do with it, then,
Jimscy"
81 wouldn't buy any candy. No, sir
&C. That would be baby way to spend
money. Men never cat candy. How
much candy do you s'posc you could
eat?"
Il dunno" replied Billy. "I believe
l could cat all there is in the world. 1
pevcr had enough in my life.
'Well, you could buy your candy if
you wanted to, but I'd go to that gun
store round the corner and buy some re-
pcating rifles and some rcvolvcrs and
hunting knives and oil the ammunition
we could carry"
''Thcn we'd shoot CATS" interrupted
Billy earnestly. 'I know where there
arc morc'n hundred"
"Shoot catsa" retorted Jimscy indig-
nantly. "Not tt. We'd try bigger game.
"What do you mean, Jimsoy7" asked
Billy in half-whispcr, for the mysterious
manner of his comradc impressed him
with something like awe. "Shoot hor-
scs and dogs2"
.'Naw," answered Jimsey with intense
disgust. "Do you think am a butchcr2 2
No, sir; we'd go out on the plains and
hunt Indians, deers and buffaloes, like
Screaming Sam, the Scorchcr' in that
new story paper. We'd live in cave in
the mountains, shoot our own game,
there's lots of it out there, and we'd make
our own clothes out of skins"
"That would be bully" exclaimed Bill
ly with enthusiasm, ."but how would you
sew our clothes togcthcr2"
'That's. nothing" replied Jimscy dis
dainfuliy, as if making clothes out of
deer skins, was an everyday matter with
him. "You don't have to bo tailor to
make clothes out of skins. All you have
to do is to peel 'em off the dcers, dry 'cm
on boards and sew 'cm together with an
tclope thongs. Nothing's easier. Then
we'd make our fires by rubbing sticks
together"
"Ycs, )" answered Billy, who was newt n
matters of this sort and had never been a
trapper in the far West, "but if we had
so much money we could buy matchcs2''
'fWhereA do you s'poso we'd find 'cm
inquired Jimsey with Indignation. "Do
you think the plains, is up in Harlcm2
Do you think they have grocery stores on
the plains2 No, sir-ee. Where we'd
go no white men have ever been before.
We'd go to Montana or down on the
Rio Grande. I amt made up my mind
which. When the Indians attacked the
settlers we'd go to their rescue. We'd
cut notches in our guns for every red :
skin we laid low. We'd be scouts, Billy,
and when we como home we'd give n
show with some cowboys and real In.
dians. We'd wear our hair long and
stop at hotels like regular swells."
This enhancing description of the
pleasures of wealth, while itifascinated
the two speakers, produced no effect
upon the other lad, who had hardly list
fncd to what they were saying, so intent
was he with his own thoughts. Motto
ing his silence Billy asked:
"say, saml wouldn't that be funa"
eyes" he replied; 'but I'd rather not
leave mother"
"You wouldn't go West if you had all
this money!" inquired Billy astonished
that any one could have another desire.
mo, not unless mother and sister
could go too"
"Thcy couldn't go Of course. The
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