Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1891-10-09
A CHIP.


father had been poor before him, and
his grandfather back of him again. 1t
was IN his great-grandfather''s days, and
through his great-grandfather 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 a half f-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
tiers unopened and made new will.
''If my moneys to be spent in riotous
living, l mean to spend it myself" he
said, buttoning up his pockets.
Mrs. Taliaferro burst into tears when
she first saw her new Southern home;
then shs got up and put on an apron and
began to clean the house. This she con-
tinued to do until the da! jof her death.
She never learned to ad ust herself to
her surroundings, nor tb It it is some
times good woman's tuty to ignore
dirt. She. washed an scrubbed and
cleaned, and was finallf swept out of
this world on a sea of soap-suds-another
martyr to the great god of cleanliness.
She left one little boy benin her,
named 10, to the care-or, NOR prop
erly speaking, to the neglect-of his
father.
''Do you see that MANI" said the su-
perintendent of the great Brookville
glass works, which Northern capital had
lately planted in Brookville County, AL
ALBANIA, "do you see that man9"-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, c'othes himself, has a
roof over his head, Nd not cent in his
pocket. Now, low Goes he do it9 And
there are dozer. like him about here.
l tell you, the mysteries of Paris are
nothing to the mysteries of Brookville."
And as we co.. never permit our = Is
to dwell on subject without hearing
from it again within twenty-four hours,
that same day the superintendent re-
ceived a letter from 10.
The spelling was dubious and the
handwriting shaky, but there was moth
i'm dubious or shaky in the spirit of the
&C hposition.
sinister Superintendent: wud like q Plac
in yor employ. 10 ToLLY.
'P. S.-Taliaferro is to long and quar-"
The superintendent laughed as he
tossed this evident result of anxious labor
in the scrap basket. The next week he
received a fac-simile of that letter minus
the postscript, to which he accorded a
similar treatment, but when he saw those
same Struggling characters on an envel-
ope in his mail the third week he opened
it with an amused curiosity.
''Mister Superintendent: I wrot you 2
Letters and havno ansar. | wod like to be
in yor employ but kant wait l mus git q
job. Please sir ansar and oblig.
10 ToILY."
The superintendent hand with the
paper in it lowered over the scrap basket.
Then he drew it back. At his call a
weak kneed young man came in from the
outer office.
"Have you room for another boy out
there" the superintendent asked. "You
have. Well, then, write to this appli-
cant and tell him he may come on trial. +"
For the first few weeks 10 Tolly was
like new born puppy out in the world
with his eyes shut.
"You must look about you, Tolly, !"
said the head clerk. "Now, l started
out with no money, no education, no
backing, and here am, all by keeping
my eyes peeled"
The clerk with the weak knees struck
in:
"Look at me-" be said. 'sI've been a
sober, honest, industrious, God-fearing
man fol- fifteen years, and not cent to
show for it..
10 turned his long, ruddy face and big,
innocent blue eyes from one to the other
and said nothing. He rarely talked, and
when he did, it was with deliberate
slowness which barely escaped drawl.
But he pondered all that he heard in
his heart, apparently; for gradually his
puppydom fell from him and he became
a satisfactory fixture in the office.
The Brookville Glass Works were a
close corporation. They had bought up
two thousand acres about the site Sc
lected for their works. Their laborers
dwelt in their cottages built on their