The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1889-04-04

good sesmsircss John tells me. bat car
get no work. Times are dali here Just
nos. Pity The couniry ioIks will pour 10
TO the cities Mrs McTavish has nothing
bu, sha, the boy earns Al bis stand yon.
der.
Tbs old gentleman made 90 reply, bui
the neIi day he wen, up TO The boy = stand
Johu vas looking pale and anIious, Some
Of bis regular customers had refused tc
take their nsssx,nes. times bsing 50 bard.
They would be dead loss on his hands.
Papers, magsxiues, sirf be asked.
No. A word With you. my lad. Ny
name IL Dohun. em the owner Of tbs
Bordsle nurseries. about thirty miles from
here. want q young msn to &C, as clerk
aud salesman on the grousds; at = salary
Of thirty dollars a mo1th. and woman
~ho will be slric. and orderly. to oversee
the girls who pack flower reeds. At twenty
dollars mouth offsrthe positions to
you and yonr mother. aid ! give you un-
iii tomorrow TO think itpvsr
But you You dont know me, sir!
gasped John.
know you very we'll. ! generally
know whst / am about To morrow be
ready to give your answer will take
you for four weeks on trial. II am salts.
fed, the engagement will be renewed for a
year.
All the rest Of the day John felt like one
Ia a dream. Everybody had heard OF the
Bordale Nurseries and Of good old lssac
Bohnn, their owner But what had he
dou.. that this earthly paradise should be
opened to hm2
You'll come, eh2 said Mr.. Bohnn. the
next day Thought you would When
can you begin work'
At once sir.
Good BY the way, there's q vacant
house on the grounds which your mother
can have, rent free. il she remains with
me. A mere box, big enough There's
my cart. Suppose you come out, McTtv
ish, and look abou. you. You can come
back at night
John locked up the staDd, cent 4 mes
sage to his mother and went with Mr.,
BohDn. He bad not yet told his mother
OF this change iu their affairs.
He was very silent when he came home
that evening. but oddly tender with his
mother, aud she noticed that he remained
long time on his knees at prayer that
night
They had only little bread and milk
for break fast the next morning. aud John
scarcely tasted it.
You look as if you could not bear this
much longer, mother, be said, coming up
to her and putting his hand on her shoul.
der You need good, wholesome meals
aud the fresh air and the hills and the
trees instead OF this looking out at the
piled stacks Of chimneys belching forth
the black smoke Of an iroa foundry.
Don't talk Of them, John, lad!
Well. won't. And be put on his hat
aud went out.
An hour later he came back.
What is wrong2 Why have You left the
standt asked his mother ia alarm.
We are going to have an outing, mother.
Don't say word. can afford it.
Sue never had seen the boy so full Of ex.
citement. He hurried her to the station
and soon they were gliding among beau
tiful rolling hills and across lovely mead
ows that we're sweet with the odor of new
mown hay. At noon they came to stretch
es of rising ground, covered with Nurse
ries Of young trees of delicate green, and
with vineyards, and field after field of
roses, mignonette, and all kinds Of sweet
smelling flowers.
Why, John. this is fsiryland! What
this place?
The Bordale Nurseries. We will get
out here, mother want to show you .
house that
He trembled with agitation. His face
was pale, as be led her down to the side
Of the broad, glaucing river. near which
was nestled in the woods cozy little cot
tage, covered with . beautiful creeper.
There was garden, 9 well and q paddock
Tor COW. Inside, the rooms we're clean
and ready for furnishing. The river rip.
Piled drowsIly against its pebbly shore.
The birds darted through the blue, sunny
air. The sceut Of roses came 10 upon the
breeze.
Mother said John, this, l hope will
be your home pow. Aud with that he be
gan to laugh and csper about her like .
boy, but the tears rolled down his thin
,heeks.
John EcTavish 10 now foremen OF the
Bordsle Nurseries, and . man OF high
standing in the country. Not long ago he
,aid to old Mr.. Bobnn:
| owe this all to the friend who said Q
good word for me that day in Pittsburg.
No, John, said the old man. You owe
I to the book with the missing pages.
The chance came to you. as it comes to
very boy, to be honest Honesty and in
iustry are what did II. and. am inclined
o think. that they never fail to command
uccess in the end.
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