Year: 1870

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How Lad Wheeled Himself into


Fortune and Influence.
At a meeting Of the stockholders of
a prominent railway corporation, re-
Gently held in this city, there were
present two gentlemen, both well up in
years, one, however, considerably the
senior Of the other. In talking Of old
times gone by, the younger gentleman
called the attention. Of his friends and
told a pleasant little story which should
be read with profit by every poor, indus
trious and striving lad. We use his
own languages: t.


"Nearly half . c,,sury ago, gentle
men, I was put upon the world to make
my living. I was stout, willing and
able, considering my then tender years,
and secured place in hardware store
to do all kinds Of chores required. I
was paid seventytive dollars per year
for my boyish services. One day, after





more, my friend there, Mr.. b., who
holds his age remarkably well, came
into the store and bought large bill of
shovels and tongs, sad-irons and pans,
buckets, scrapers and scuttles, for he
was to be married next day, and was
supplying his household in advance, as
was the groom's custom in those days
The articles were packed on the barrow
and made load sufficiently heavy for
young mule. But, more willing than
able, started off, proud that I could
move such a mass on the wheelbarrow.
got on remarkably we'll till struck
the mud road, now Seventh Avenue,
leading to my friend BIS house. There
I toiled and tugged, and tugged and
toiled. but could not bulge the load up
the hill the wheel going its full half
diameter in the mud every time l would
try to propel forward. Finally good
natured Irishman passing by with
dray took my barrow, self and al on
his vehicle, and in consideration of my
promise to pay him 'bit' landed me at
my destination. | counted the articles
carefully as delivered them, and with
my empty barrow trudged my way
back. whistling with glee over my tri
umph over difficulty. Some weeks
after paid the Irshman the bit and
never got it back from my employers.
( Mr.. b. am sure, would have Iemu-
nerated me, but he never before heard
this story. so if he is inclined he can
compromise the debt by sending me
bushel of his rare ripe peaches next
fall But to the moral. a merchant
had witnessed my struggles, and how
zealously | labored to deliver that load
of hardware; he even watched me to
the house and saw me count each piece
as | handed it in the doorway. He sent
for me next day, asked my name, told
me he had reward for my industry
and cheerfulness under difficulty, in
the shape of five hundred dollar clerk
ship in his extensive establishment. |
accepted, and now, after nearly half
century has passed, look back and say
wheeled myself into all l own, for
that reward Of perseverance was my
grand stepping stone to fortuuc.'


The speaker was a very wealthy
banker, 4 man of influence and position,
and one universally respected for many
good qualities of head and heart. Boys,
take IA neral from this little story and
be willing and industrious. You do not
know how many eyes are upon you to
discover whether you are sluggish and
careless, or industrious and willing, or
how many there are who, if you are
moral and worthy, will give you Il step
ping stone to wealth and postion.-
Patzbrgh Gazette.