Year: 1867

Mr.. Morgan was rich man and a good
man also. His neighbors liked him
The people of the town respected him,
chose him to Offices, sent him to the Leg
islature, and never undertook amy i'm
portant work without asking his advice.
If school house was to be built, the plan
had to be talked over with him When
the new town-hall was planned, the whole
matter was put into his hands. Widow
Partridge asked him what she should
plant in her field. Farmer Parker always
got his advice in buying cattle, aud Mrs
Reid consulted him about bringing up
her boys. Remarkably successful man
was Mr.. Morgan.


John Wood was a clever boy of fifteen
He had got through what little schooling
his father could afford to give him,
and was going to the city to try for
himself He hoped to get place in
store, and by and by become a successful
merchant. In talking over his great
hopes one day with his mother, he said


Il wonder how it was that Mr.. Morgan
got as rich and important as he is. Don't
| wish he would tell me how he did it."


"Well, John" said Mrs. Wood, "there
is nothing like asking him. Mr. Morgan
will give lad like you good word, l
know, if you will only go to him"


John braced himself up and started for
Mr.. Morgan's counting room. He found
the merchant there and alone.


"Good morning, Master John" said he
in pleasant voice. ''Can | do anything
for you p


John stammered little at first, but he
was brave fellow, and bound to succeed.


"Well, Mr.. Morgan, am going to the
city to try for myself | want to be
merchant, and get rich, and help father
and mother one of these days aud they
will give me my time. Mother said
might come in and ask you if you would
tell me how you became SO successful"


Mr.. Morgan was pleased with Johns
honest way and frank question After
telling him that he was glad he had so
much energy, and that if he kept out of
bad company and attended closely to his
work, whatever it was, he could not fail,
Mr.. Morgan said 1:


GAS for my success, John, [ will tell
you how it was. One day when was
lad party of boys and girls were going
to distant pasture to pick whortleberries.
| wanted to 20 with them, was very fear
full my father would not let me 60, and
scarcely dared to ask him until the time
came and dozen boys and girls gather
ed at our door. Then | told my father
what was going on, and at once he gave
me his permission to so with them. [
could hardly contain myself with Joy, and
rushed into the kitchen and got big
basket and asked mother for luncheon,
| had the basket on my arm aud was just
going out of the gate when my father
called me back. My head dropped and
my heart failed, for | was afraid he would
tell me | could not go. | went back
trembling. My father took hold of my
hand gently aud firmly, and said, in a
very gentle voice, Joseph, what are you
going for, to pick berries or to play p
To pick berries, | replied. Then, Jo-
seph, | want to tell you one thing. 1t is
this. When you find pretty good bush
| do not leave it TO find better one. The
other boys and girls will run about pick
ing little here and little there, vast.
ing a great deal of time and not getting
many berries. If you do as they do you
will come home with an empty basket. =
If you want berries, stick to you BUSH
If you want to succeed in life stick to
your bush. Now 60


81 went with the party and we had a
grand good time. But it was just as my
fathea said. No sooner had one found a
fair bush than he called the rest, and they
left their several places aud ran off to the
new found treasure heap. Not content
more than a minute or two In one place,
they rambled over the whole pasture, got
very tired, aud at night had but a
very few berries My fathers words kept
strangely ringing in my ears, and stuck
to my bush. When | had cleaned oil
one, i found another and finished that !;
then took another When night came
had large basket full of nice berries,
more than all the others put together,