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Show NOT QUITE THE USUAL STORY. Wanderer Had Not Returned to Enrich En-rich Native Town. It was Old Homo week, and the co-turned co-turned .sons and grandsons had been telling with more or less pride ot the changes time had wrought for thorn. At last Edward Jameson spoke: ' I went away from hero twent.' years ugo a poor young man with only ono solitary dollnr In my pocket. I walked tho four miles from my father's far", to the station, and there I begged a ride to Boston on a freight car. Iast night I drove Into town behind n spirited pair of horses, nn'l my purse guess how much my purso holds In money to-day, besides a large check," and Mr. Jameson looked look-ed about htm with a brilliant smile. "Fifty dollarsl" "Seventy-five!" "A hundred!" shouted tho boys, filled with admiration. "No," said Mr. Jameson, drawing n Inrge, flat purso from his pocket when the clamor had subsided, "nono of you have guessed right. When I had paid tho twenty-five cents to Ozzy Bnggs for my refreshing drive in tho coach I had, besides my trunk check (which I retained for financial reasons), exactly four cents. I havo come back, my friends, to stay. Any little jobs of sawing and splitting will bo gratefully received." Youth's Companion. |
