The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1891-10-07
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10 Taliaferro's father was poor, his
father had been poor before him, and
his grandfather back of him again. 1t
was III his great-grandfather' days, aud
through his great-grandfather's hands,
that the money had slipped away from
the family. Since then no one had had
the energy to replace it.
cit was too much trouble" said the
Taliaferros, who pronounced their name
"Tollyver."
JOS father did make half-hearted
effort. He wandered from his home in
Alabama up North somehow, and ran
away with old Snyder b. Simes's daugh.
ter and only child. Snyder B. Shines,
lumber merchant, was Maine man who
had made his pile himself and meant to
keep it. He burned his daughters let
ters unopened and made new will.
"If my moneys to be spent in riotous
living, mean to spend it myself" he
said, buttoping up his pockets.
Mrs. Taliaferro burst into tears when
she first saw her new Southern home !;
then she got up and put on an apron and
began to clean the house. This she con-
tinued to do until the day of her death.
She never learned to adjust herself to
her surroundings, nor that it is some-
times good woman's duty to ignore
dirt. She washed and scrubbed and
cleaned, and was finally swept out of
this world on sea of ap-suds-another
martyr to the great god Of cleanliness.
She left one little boy behind her,
named 10, to the care-or, more prop
erly speaking, % the neglect-of his
father.
"Do you see that mani" said the SUI
perintendent of the great Brookville
glass works, which Northern capital had
lately planted in Brookville County, AL
ALBANIA, 'do you see that man2"-he was
pointing out JOS father. swell you
will never see him doing any more than
he is now. Nobody ever saw him work
He eats, drinks, clothes himself, has a
roof over his head, and not cent in his
pocket. Now, how does he do it2 And
there are a dozen like him about here
/ tell you, the mysteries of Paris are
|
And as we can never permit our minds
to dwell on subject without hearing
from it again within twenty-four hours,
that same day the superintendent re-
ceived a letter from Jo.
The spelling was dubious and thu
handwriting shaky, but there was moth
ing dubious or shaky in the spirit of thu
/ composition.
mister Superintendent: wud like a Pla,
In yor employ. 10 ToLLY.
"P s.-Taliaferro is to long and quar-"
The superintendent laughed as h
tossed this evident result of anxious labo
in the scrap basket. The next week h
received a fac-simile of that letter minu
the postscript, to which he accorded
similar Treatment, but when he saw thos
same Struggling characters on an envel
ope in his mail the third week he openeC
it with an amused curiosity.
''Mister Superintendent: wrot you
Letters and hav no ansar. l wod like to b
in yor employ but l kant wait mus git
Jo ToLLY."
The superintendent's hand with til
paper in it lowered over the scrap basket
Then he drew it back. At his call
weak kneed young man came in from th
outer office.
''Have you room for another boy ou
therei" the superintendent asked. "Yo
have. Well, then, write to this appli
cant and tell him he may come on trial
For the first few weeks 10 Tolly wa
like new born puppy out in the worl
with his eyes shut.
"You must look about you, Tolly,
said the head clerk. Snow, starte
out with no money, no education, n
backing, and here am, all by keepin
my eyes peeled"
The clerk with the weak knees struc
in:
Look at me" he said. "I've been
sober, honest, industrious, God fearing
man for fifteen years, and not cent t
show for it.
Jo turned his long, ruddy face and big
innocent blue eyes from one to the othe
and said nothing. He rarely talked, an
when he did, it, was with a deliberat
slowness which barely escaped a draw
But he pondered all that ne heard i
his heart, apparently; for gradually hi
puppydom fell from him and he becam
a satisfactory fixture in the office.
The Brookville Glass Works were
close corporation. They had bought u
two thousand acres about the site st
lected for their works. Their laborel
dwelt in their cottages built on the
land; they bought from the compan
store, and lived under laws of their di
Tectors' making.
But there was Naboth's vineyard
the centre of the settlement.
The trouble was that old Colonel ia
respected his ancestors, and refused
listen to any proposition regarding the
sale; for the vineyard was famil
burying- ground this time.
The superintendent yainly re. .~esente
TO him that the bones should be CAREFUL
removed.
''They are earth to earth by this hm
sir, said Colonel jay, With statedAss