The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1886-06-22
WISHES AND WORKS.
A Story OF How Three Boys Invested
Their Money.

the yellow heaps of gold coins which rose
among a field of grccn-backed bills like
golden-rods in q country meadow. It
was late in the afternoon and the busy
street was almost deserted. After feast
ing their eyes upon the riches for some
time in silence one of the lads remarked
with q little sigh of discontcnt:
"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 it?"
"What would I do with it," repeated
the boy, after a pause, for the thought of
possessing so mucn money was new TO
him, and he hardly knew just exactly
what he could do with it. "Wcll, I'd
buy all the candy I could find, and then
wouldn't we have n fcast?"
"Fcast indced" rctorted the first
speaker. "That would be q nice way to
spend your moncym
"What would you do with it, then,
Jimsey"
81 wouldn't buy any candy. No, sir
ee. That would be a baby way to spend
money. Men never eat candy. How
much candy do you s'pose you could
cat?"
Il dunno" replied Billy. 81 believe
I could eat all there is in the world. I
never had enough in my life."
"Wcll, you could buy your candy if
you wanted to, but I'd go to that gun
store round the c'rncr and buy some re-
peating rifles and some rcvolvcrs and
hunting knives and all the ammunition
we could carry"
'Then we'd shoot cats" interrupted
Billy earnestly. "I know where there
are more'n a hundred"
"Shoot cats9" retorted Jimsey indig-
nantly. "Not I. We'd try bigger game"
"What do you mean, Jimsey?" asked
Billy in a half-whispcr, orthc mysterious
manner of his comrade impressed him
with something like awe. "Shoot hor-
les and dogs2"
'Naw," answered Jimscy with intense
disgust. "Do you think I am n butcher?
No, sir; we'd go out on the plains and
hunt Indians, dcers and %buffaloes, like
Screaming Sam, the Scorchcr' in that
new story paper. We'd live in a cave in
the mountains, shoot our W 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 u clothes together?"
"That's nothing" replied Jimsey dis
painfully, as if making clothes out of
deer skins was an everyday matter with
him. "You don't have to be a tailor to
make clothes out of skins. ALI you have
to do is to peel 'em off the deers, dry 'em
on boards and sew 'em together with an
telope thongs. Nothing's easier. Then
we'd make our fires by rubbing sticks
together"
eyes" answered Billy, who was newin
matters of this sort and had never been q
trapper in the far West, ssbut if we had
30 much money we could buy matches9"
where do you s'pose we'd find 'em2
inquired Jimsey with indignation. "Do
you think the plains is up in Harlem2
Do you think they have grocery stores on
the plains2 No, stree. 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 tho
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 come home we'd give a
show with som cowboys and real In
dams. We'd wear our hair long and
stop at hotels like regular swells."
This enhancing description of the
pleasures of wealth, while it fascinated
the two speakers, produced no effect
upon the other lad, who had hardly list
rned to what they were saying, SO intent
was he with his OWL thoughts. Motto
ing his silence Billy asked:
"Say, Sami wouldn't that be fun9"
eyes" he replied; ''but I'd rather not
leave mother"
"You wouldn't 60 West if you had all
this money!" inquired Billy ~astonished
that any n could have another desire.
mo, not unless mother and sister
could GO too"
t'They couldn't go of course. Tho