I 14 .Hated we.klr. B« Cl«Vtfi«l4. p»... bf 0. W . MOURE • * Cl.sflBK wilSwv P«P»I*«or. »t the lot 'lewu* »«i» .-•• i - .••!' t- ‘ '. I c:U3 COPE ONE EJBAR. IN ADVANCE. •!«# Fj jf. NOT paid WITHIN THREE MONTH. .I# if not within six months. ; •»» •} UnOT PAID.WITHIN NJNE MONTHS, .**« I s-NOT PAID TWEEVE MONTHS. ttt K /v-*j»Tho aboirp tartar at* ai llboiM a. *boj» of nar other Jj oenatrrpipilißthaHlttta.lwidwlMbeeiMlea. ’i do liicontlnoßßOowlll tmltowtd ,Jt> .oBPBid. , • U.'. .'••-* “ ’ •" 4 buTE-ANO MABIUITV pFiPOSTMAWER O . :'l .’oitmiiton nenleotlß* to notify H>*iP | J whorr i «* *» leafinntoFthe labtoilptton monoy. a to other., f *S#o.«*mW «*•«*» «al , fbWfco»*-* h * ißTieourpoiiwie. ■ ■• - 1 . “OUT OF BUSINESS f Or the History of a Splendid “Bnwt lip.” I BY OtIVSR OPIIO.—CHAPTER 1. I ••Outof buisness, are you.. Ned • Wpll bad,” said Mr. Joseph Murdock, n to his nephew. I “Decidedly bad.” “But why did you leave Brown and mith ? That is a good concern.’ “Salary was too small.” “Better than you got note; at all events, eplied the worthy old gentleman-, with a oak of displeasure.” • ' - “Couldn’t pay my it. “Not on five hundred dollars! and ►Uncle Joe,” ns ho was commonly called icld up both hands in asmhhShment. “I am in debt at this iiUnbnf,” returned with a rueful glancear his uncle. “And likely to bo. Of course you don’t ixpoct to pay your debts by wandering ibout the streets?” . „ “ I expect to find buisness again. “You do not expect to get five hundred dollars the first year, do you?” „ “I intend to strike for a thousand. , , “Striko 1 you won’t hit it.” “Perhaps I shall.” “Ned you are going to the deuce, as fast as high living and. dissipation m gen eral will carry you.” “Why, uncle, I’m sure you don t know f me< ” „ . T I “Sit down, Ned ; let us talk it over. I I- want a young man in my office, and per- I haps wo can make a trade.” \| “Thousand dollars, Uncle Joseph, and t Ned Murdock attempted to look sly. § “Not out of me, Ned.” I “Can’t live on less.” |* “Better die then. 1 want a young man I to assist my book-keeper, run oferrantls—- 1 “An errand boy, you mean, and Ned | f e it hurt at a sligh put upon his dignity. I “An errand hoy, then. My clerk in, I tends to go into buisness himsell, one oi ? these days.-and if you are attentive to buis ! ness, hero is an opportunity to advance I > yourself,” and Uncle Joo looked seriously §■ \ into the fnco of his nephew. W l “What is the salory?” f ■ “Four hundred, lor the present. k i “ I should starve upon it.” ■ . • '1 “Live within your moans. When l was T 1 of your age, I lived on two hundred.” I 1 “Times have changed since then. i “What do you pay for board,Ned? , “Six dollars a week. I board at a ho- p:' rtiUa* kpU4 rno • Ihk thoa*- lANII |«<»9U [ avert panne, r; urn- M t*ch l.pflo- [lprsc- Itteftp [h® IV hr/ : 7 tel.” “Six dollars a week ! Ned, you are era . | Z y» and uncle Joe’s eyes stuck out “like i ‘ two tallow candles.” , n ... | : “Two of us room together in the attic, |. so that thoy board us low.” I “Should think they did—low for them *4 but h=gh for you. Costs you a hundred i for clothes, I suppose, don t it! It “About that,” replied Ned, evasively. “Do you goto the often. “Not above once a week, except when there aro stars on. 1 ’ _ . “Not above onca a week 1 Ned you nr an extravagant dog; you will die in the “Pshaw 1 Uncle Joseph, you are old faB «lf it is oldrfushioned to live within one’s means, to pay one’s debts, and wear nn honest faceilien-thank p°d!-I old fashioned replied the worthy old genii • man, with considerable spirit. “1 mean to bo honest,.to practice all vour old-fashioned virtues. , ' “Yon can’t do it, Ned, on five hundred dollars a year with your habits. “Can’t be honestl” ,«No it is not honest to run up a bit, at your tailor’s which you have not thei abil ity;to pay; it is not honest . to get in debt to support extrnvegant habits. . “You don’t mean to say that I am dts. honest Uncle Joseph risked the . young man, -with a blush on hia cheek. . ' “Well, well, we won’t talk nbourt/wt now I want a young man, and it you haye a mind to lay aside your extravegnn -ses, and go into roy office de'erm.ned to stick to your buisness, I will see to th f 6 “What salery ahull I have, Utiole Jo- hiiripted, the first year,”: replied Uncle Joseph', firmly. • „ “Butl can’t live on that. ‘ • . . “Yelvbu can.: Leave your hptolpnd board in a private family. Quit the thea ter and the opera, dnd-:pay. as you go. “But mydpbtsl”; .' ,777 )V ; - “How much do'yoh owe; _ ! “About two hundred, and'fifty do. law, VP “Uncle Joe scratched hisffiead, contra - ! ted his eyebrovVs, apd lopked decidedly Neds&id hd, after ti few moment’s consideration; “I.cpu'd ea ifiilv ceryoli 1 otit 6f• the dcrape, provjopd J saw ally hope of amendment on yout part. You ffito’t eyeit cay:thttt.ypu wilhreform. ; * »-‘TvTbe. spriops,.jUnglp, ;Jogeph, I,POP ,t fjAv l oan. must; hyt yon j &c&a$SUN«.>» [wiha L? it im faurtto [♦wtih itooM paliK-^ Uami | MV L*0(1 Ihr l 111 . ilwfic W> IR^Mitiwk 7 v p * prn • iil-’.VfITEO Tfl LITERATURE. AGRICULTURE. MORALITY, AND FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC INTELLIGENCE Volume 4, CHAPTER 11. The letter was from the attorney of| Miss Mary Marker, a maiden aunt of Ned Murdock, formely residing at the West It contained the-intelligence of the spin ster’s death. The lady happenning to have a fit of generosity when she made her will, had bequeathed to her graceless neph- : ow the sum of ten thousand dollars. I Here was a god-sond, and Ned leaped up six feet in the air with astonishment and delight. , j But tho worthy stock-broker was troub led} for although he was a broker, lie was a good Christian, and had the welfare of his nephew near his heart There was something about the youth, he liked, not withstanding ho went to the play and boar ded at a fashionable hotel. His only object was tho reformation-ol the young man, whose ruin and premature decay were foreshadowed in his daily habits. His proposition to employ him in his own ofiico was merely a stratagem to obtain a hold upon him. This legacy seemed to step between him and the accomplishment of his benev olent purpose. “What are you going to do with mis money Nod?” asked ho with a troubled countenance : I am named ns your gunr dian, you perceive. . “Bah, guardian ! I am twenty-one next week Uncle Joseph,” roplied the young man, unable to conceal the elation the as tounding intelligence had produced on his m “True; but ibis legacy may be tbc ruin of you, Nod.” “You nro absurd, Uncle. "I am sorrv your ’aunt died so soon; 1 wish she could have been prevailed upon lo live till you had como to yenrs ol dis cretion.” , , “If I had known slm had intended to re member me in her will, I should certainly have expressed my desire that she might have lived forever or some such liyporbolo. “What arc you going to do, Ned 7 It is rather a serious question.” “Timo enough to decide it when l get ‘''“So my advice, Ned ; settle yourself down in somequiet position, get another clerkship —-don’t go into buufhess t.ll you D ro more experienced in the ways of the world. You had better accept my otter and take your first lesson in learning to live within your means.” . , , “Be an errand boy on four hundred do - lars a year, when 1 have ten thousnnd dol lars in mv possession? Did they do sc> in old times 7” and Ned bestowed a good na tured sneor upon his quiet old uncle. “Thev learned to creep before they walked. If it will make any difference, 1 will give you the same salery you receiv ed and Smith’s.” “Couldn’t think of it, Uncle Joseph.— A thousand would not procure my servi ces, now'' , The stock-broker sighed. Ned was as good as lost, in his opinion. There was no hope for him, and much as it troub ed him, ho saw no method of preventing ie hour longer Uncle Joe tried to prevail upon his wilful nephew to adopt a prudent system of living, and preserve his capital until a favorito opportunity occur red for investing it. . . . „ Ned was resolute. Visions of balls, operas, theatres, fast horses, and a rich wife flitted before his excited imagination. The sum or ten thousand dollars appear ed to be inexhaustible. In vain Uncle Joe reasoned that its possesion was only equ.v olont to an income of six hundred dolla . Ned was sure of being worth twenty thou sand in five yenrs, and fifty m ten. I never occurred to him that fast horses and [lie opera could not be supported without encroaching upon the principle. CHAPTER HI. While thoy wero debating the ? ue3 "| tion, Torn Murdock, a cousin or Ned, en ter < e ih h , T o om C ” said Ned, “hero wo are, I had quite forgotten to inform good uncle] that you too wero out of buisness. “Is it possible I” cxcltiimed uncle Joseph, ‘‘both out of business. 1 hope you have not been foolish, Tom.” .