I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
All this was said while the boat was nearing shore, the moment it
touched the land Ned was on board; he looked at the empty baskets, and
then at Jim and Sam. Jim smiled, and held out his hand, full of silver
pieces, and Sam held out his; and then they told him of their success,
and what arrangements they had made for the future.
Ned was somewhat confounded at the good news; but no sooner did he
comprehend it fully, than he took hold of both of them at once, shaking
them, and pushing them about, and hallooing.
'How are you, boys? huzza! huzza!'
'Do, Ned, stop your noise, and don't carry on so; you'll have us all in
the water.'
'Never mind, Jim, we'll soon work ourselves dry. Huzza! huzza!'
'I'm afraid you'll set the old boat a leaking, Ned.'
'Well, Sam, I'll stop; but how can you fellows keep so still when you've
had such good luck?'
Sam would have been perfectly contented with the product of his clams
and oysters for his day's work, but Jim would insist upon giving him a
certain proportion of what _he_ had received, which was finally fixed at
one quarter; so that Sam was to have, besides all he could procure from
the sale of his own articles, one-fourth of whatever other things were
sold, as his pay for the boat, and his labor in rowing.
And when Sam took the money which Jim handed to him, and put it with
what he had already received, and looked at it, a crowd of thoughts
rushed into his mind. Parents, sisters, home, the past, the present, and
the future--and that future bright with prospect of employment, and the
means of making those he loved as happy as himself. He could make no
answer to the cheerful 'Good bye' of Ned and Jim, but he turned his
bright and glistening eye towards them; and they went on their way the
happier that they saw how full of joy Sam was.
Sam kept his money in his hand until he reached home, and, going
directly to his mother, put the whole of his treasure into her lap.
'Why, Sam, where did you get all this?'
'Earned it, mother;' and then he told her all about it, and what he was
expecting to do in future.
'Oh,' said his mother, laying down her work, and clasping her hands
together in strong emotion, 'isn't this good! And now, Sam, you'll have
something to do all the time, and may be, your father will help you; and
may be he'll feel encouraged to do different; and may be----.' But the
hope of what might be, was too bright for her to utter it; and so she
sat and looked at Sam, and then she turned and looked out at the window;
and who can tell what a pleasing picture was painted out before her on
the sandy shore and the glassy river.
Sam had designed that his mother should keep the money, and use it for
their need; but she refused.
'No, no; keep it yourself, Sam; or, if you please, hand it to your
father. I see he's coming yonder, and all seems to be right with him.'
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