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FALVEY MEMORIAL LIBRARY
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Dime Novel and Popular Literature
The Youth's companion
Volume 37 (1863)
The Youth's companion, v. XXXVII, no. 6, Thursday, February 5, 1863.
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The Youth's companion, v. XXXVII, no. 6, Thursday, February 5, 1863.
6 March 2020
Boston : Olmstead & Co.
Dime Novel and Popular Literature
George Turner's temptation.
Children's periodicals, American.
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i j i i i i t } ! i I | | | | ! pel ttt | i ‘ vor. kxxvri- OLMSTEAD & CO., PUBLISHERS. bee ; pepo agttt For the Companion, 1} EORGE TURNER'S TEMPTATION. : ‘At eighteen George Turner was a fall and come- ly youth, healthful and ambitious, and able to look every body honestly in the face. ’ -’ His parents were poor and:had a large family, and about the time that George entered his nine- teenth year, he solicited and obtained bis father’s permission to go out and shift for himself. He packed his trunk and was off early one autumn morning, for a distant city, with letters from his pastor to influential citizens, recommending him to business. "FL tae SE] : Every thing was new to him, for he had been a hard-working boy, and knew.little of the wosld saying what he had learned from books, and though he had made tolerably good use of these, yet he had none of that knowledge of and men things which is to be gained by travel and business alone. It was late when he arrived at the city, after a day of hard riding, but pleasant and memorable with novel sights and sounds, so much that George felt at the end of the journey that he had learned more in that single trip from home than in any whole week of his life. 5 5 0 ' When he stepped from the cars and walked through the streets of the city, the lamps were all lighted, and among the thronging passengers upon the sidewalk who brushed by him as they hurried to and fro, the thundering: carts and coaches, a band of music playing in a public balcony and the ~, thousands of human voices that bummed and shout- éd along the squares, the young man began to be alittle bewildered. : His first’ thought was to find a place to lodge, and having been directed to the residence of a merchant who had been a friend of his father, he ~ set about trying to find it. - : wae People of whom he inquired the residence of the merchant stared, and told. him they knew nothing about it, and finally one named over four or five “men of the same name with George’s friend, so that he was about as much in the dark as ever. At last he was told to go to the directory and guess as near as he could; accordingly, he sought awhile “there, but in vain, and finally he decided to look for Mr. F———-, one of the good men to whom his pastor had given him letters of introduction. Finding out the number of Mr. F ’s house _ by the directory, he ascertained from the bystand- ers the locality of the street, and set off in quest (of it. He had not gone far, however, before he lost his way and was obliged to inquire again. Be- ing set right, he essayed once more to find his des- “ tination, and once more failed. 2 George now began to feel tired, and to tell the “truth, he was about balfdiscouraged, too, To want for a meal when he was hungry, or a bed when he was tired, or a home when he was lone- some, was an entirely new sensation to him, not- withstanding that he had been bred up to the most frugal fare and accustomed to narrow means. The, bells of the city struck nine, and the night seemed likely to close around our young traveller alone in the street, when a man sitting on the box of an elegant carriage, before a large public house, observed him, as he wandered slowly by the cross- ing, looking this way and that, and in the “most polite manner in the world offered to carry him to any place he wished to find.’ George at once Te- “peated the name and. number, and jumping into the’ cushioned seat, felt ‘himself whirled swiftly » along with an easy, delicious motion, that would _ have charmed him to sleep had he notvarrived 50 “soon at the residence of Mr. F———- Alight- - ing with many warm thanks .to his polite driver, “he was much astonished to hear that individual demand of him a quarter of a dollar. He paid it, however, and was soon in-doors, sitting down to a comfortable supper. . | , have been thus particular in describing George’s entrance into the world, that you might remember when you come to read of his temptation, how sim- ple-minded and ignorant he was, and be better able to pity him and judge of his thoughts and feelings when about to do acriminal act for the ~ first time in his life. Mr, F—~—’s business was in the market, ear- ly three-fourths of a mile from his house, so that he did not come home to dinner, and was away * nearly all the time except evenings. He welcomed ALBERT AND FIDO. George, however, and cheerfully assisted him to find employment. He had been’ there nearly a week, without obtaining a suitable opening, when one day Mr, F- came home from market, contrary to custom, before noon. . ILe looked trous bled, and soon, began to make inquiries of his wife and daughter about his pocket-book. ‘He had al- ways carried itin an inside pocket of his loose coat, and he declared that he had put it there the night before, as the coat hung in the hall, That mornipg he had put on the coat as usual, and on putting in his hand for the money when he arrived at the market, it was gone. No one gt home had seen it. Myrta, the old black cook, was too faith- ful and well known in the house to be. mistrusted, and George was above suspicion. Had he not been entirely innocent of the whereabouts of the money he would certainly have betrayed himself, being but a green country lad and unused to dishonesty. M was soon satisfied that no one about the house could account for the loss of his money, and with many bitter self-reproaches for his carelessness in, leaving his treasure so exposed, he settled upon the reluctant conclusion that a thief} had shoved the night-latch with a false key in the night and taken the pocket-book from his coat in the hall. His wife and daughter thought different- ly, as they said it would be impossible after such an entrance for the thief to leave the door as he found it without making a noise. They supposed Mr. F-—— must have had his pocket picked on his way to market, but he said it could not be. George obtained a place a day or two after and bade adieu to bis benefactor. His new home was in a flourishing town fifteen miles out of the city. On the first morning after his arrival there, while going to his work, having occasion to stow some- thing away in the breast-pocket of his loose coat, he felt some article there that was not his, and drawing it out, what should he see but the lost pocket-book of his friend, Mr. F——! It had been put there by mistake, when Mr. F——"s coat and his own hung together on the rack in the se young man’s heart beat strangely. He held jn his hand more money than he had ever had in his life, and what was more, money that was given up as lost, by the owner, and would never be in- quired for again, and already he began to form in OT ow setae Took corr his mind bright schemes for laying it ont to ad- vantage, ‘He thought how much his father, and mother, and brothers, and sisters at home needed money. He turned it over and over in his hand and counted it. One hundred and twenty dollars! it would pay for sending Sarah to the high school in the next village all the year’ round, and like enough it would help send James, too.’ “I'll buy mother a new dress, and carry it to her Thanksgiv- ing Day, when I go home,” was his next thought, and then he determined to buy some presents for every-member of the family. 7 it But then came a misgiving, almost as soon as he had said thisto himself. If his father, and mother, and brothers, and sisters should ask him, as of course they would, where he got so much money, what should he tell them? ' Would he not be tempted to say, “I earned it?” But that wouldn't be true, certainly. ‘Why should I prefer to say that when they ask meso simple a question? Why not feel perfectly free and frank, and ready to tell just where and how I got the money? There's something wrong about it. Father and mother would say so if I told them all.» They’d say I did very wrong to keep it, and that’s why I should lie, like enough, if I carried it home, rather than ever let them know how I came by it. I should feel guilty. But then I haven’t been stealing. | I never stole and never will, Why isn’t this money mine, and why in the world need I feel so mean about keep- ing it? I should like to know.”. And George Turn- er walked, whistling, towards the shop, trying to feel exultant over his good fortune. -'° ' =>: 11+ Through the day that ‘pocket-book was never out of his thoughts. Once he made up bis mind to put the money in a bank, and say nothing till it drew compound interest, but on second thought he took that back. teyr aa gltory Tle grew more and more uneasy.’ No plan that he could devise for disposing of his troublesome treasure seemed feasible. ‘The money burned in his pocket.’ Wis brain worked as it had never worked over his hardest problem in mathematics— thinking, and thinking, and thinking. His em- ployer noticed the blunders he made, but as it was the first day, he attributed them to inexperience, and passed over them kindly. He little knew what was passing in George’s mind. mane 22 SCHOOL STREET, BOSTON. al months, I had almost said years, of ordinary “| life—older in knowledge of himself and experience of himself.” A great temptation had got hold of him, and the ‘struggle with it that day wore deep marks in his very soul, never to be forgotten. * , At night, when alone in his room, his young manhood rallied, and the strength of his early train- ing asserted itself anew. - Happily for him, he had not yet learned in thé school of dissipation the myriad ways of self-gratification that beguile away a young man’s money, and after a few more weak endeavors the tempter left him, and his good an- gel prevailed: He sat down’ and wrote’ Mr. F. the following letter: oo I found your Jost pocket-book You will remember that pocket-book till this morning, strange though it seem. asten to return it to you, and hope you will find every thing as you it. t Grorce TcRNER.” George felt like anew man. Ile had conquered in his first hard struggle with crime, and he breathed easy. He fell on his knees and thanked God, and that night he slept the sleep of peace.: After this, his work went smoothly along, and a noble con- sciousness of right, that dwelt within him all the time, made him superior to even the influence of homesickness, and when, two or three days after he had sent Mr. F-——— the letter and the lost money, that gentleman wrote back to him, com mending his honesty, in the warmest terms, and enclosing ten dollars, you may judge how ‘happy he was. ee : . Nor was this all that Mr. F- did. - He said nothing to George about it, but on the receipt of the lost one hundred and twenty dollars, he said to his wife and daughter, . . “This money I had given: up as lost. -It has come back again by no effort of mine. George is a noble, honest fellow, and he shall have it!” -, , So he sent it’ forthwith to George's employer, telling him to keep it a secret, but to use in his business the one hundred and twenty dollars which he; conveyed to him, as the property of young Turner, and allow him all it should gain by the day he became of age. +’. pelo et Ma ~ George prospered in business and was advanced rapidly in wages and favor, but he knew nothing of the deposit made by Mr. F- till the day he was twenty-one, when his employer presented him a thousand dollars over and above what was due on his salary. rot nr. . Everybody loved George, and of course, then, In the course of another year she became his wife, and her father and George becoming partners in business soon after, the noble young man was able to maintain his parents in easy circumstances, and reap the daily reward of his victory over temp- tation. > . T. B ——+9 ALBERT AND FIDO, Fido was a half-spaniel, and when Albert's father bought him he was a very small puppy. Albert was quite carried away with his cunning present, and as he did not have to work very hard, for his parents were well off, he spent a great deal of his time in training Fido to perform curious tricks and understand a great many things that dogs do not generally know. He learned him .to pick anything out of the water several feet below the surface; to untie a knot, to shut the door and open it, to wear spectacles, to hold a book on his paws and sit with a pipe in his mouth, as you see in the picture. © “But the most remarkable thing of all that Fido learned to do was to tell the time of day. That is, he would listen when the clock was striking and bark once for each stroke, till finally he understood it so well that when any of the family told him to goaend bring them the time of day, he would run and look up to the clock till somebody imitated the number of strokes of the nearest hour, when’ he would immediately go back and bark. an equal Poor fellow! He grew older that day by sever- nan sateme Nee, anne mtn tin ache a er number of times, hardly ever making a mistake. ° Mr, F———’s daughter could not be an exception. © bot