Rensselaer Union, Volume 8, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 December 1875 — A Future Millionaire. [ARTICLE]

A Future Millionaire.

The topped an Eagle repor tor vesterdiy off Bingaman street and S'ked t whether there was not-*’ some that Wanted a for toys ?” Ti e little sender had * well-worn- basket, and in it wwre a variety of toys, not exactly rude in shape, but yrhich were evidently not made by expert hands in a regular toy manufactory. “ Where did you get your toys?” we asked of the young merchant, “ Well, sir, we makes ’em at home, pop and me, and I sells 'em, an(j gets what I kin for ’em.” “ What’s your name, and where do you live, and how long have you been in the business’” *• We used to live in Locust alley; but we’ve moved now over into Irishtown. Been livin’ there two days already, but gittin’ tired of it. My name’s Sam, and pop’s name’s pop; That’s all the name I knows ’xcept Wilby. We’s related to all the Wilbys in Lancaster County and down near on to York. Been livin’in Readin’ over a year now. Pop got out of a job at laborin’, and we whittle oirt these ’ere toys at night and I sells ’em durin’ the day. Keeps pop in.’hnd amounts to something in the ena.” Many of the toys were made of pine wood and glued together. Tables, chairs rocking-chairs, chests, bedsteatls, cradles, boats and a variety of knickXknacks of that kind were in the assortment. Then there were other toys that had been bought at the notion stores, consisting of tin whistles, cups and saucers, wooden animals, trees painted red and green, tops, little doll babies, and other things too numerous to mention. “ Where do you sell your goods?” was asked. “ Well, I keep off in the back streets and watch whenever I see little girls go into a house. Some day I’m goin’ to be a rich man, and pop says to me that some of the rich merchants in" Readin’ first started out by luggin’ around a basket sellin’ tapes and pins.” “ How much can you average a day profit?’’ ‘‘Thatdepends on the day and what luck I get. Yesterday was election day, and I got in fifty-seven cents. Some days I get ninety cents, and last Saturday I had sl.lO. That's big, but it don't come often. I don’t care though just so I get along. I’m goin’ tube rich some day. No drinks for me. I don’t chew and I don’t smoke and I don’t spend no money. I’m goin’ to commence at the savin’s bank soon, if times brisks up. Then I’m goin’ to hawk around shoe-strings, tapes, soap, indigo-blue, balsam de malta and other stuff what the women wants. This sellin’ toys is only a starter.- But if times brisk up I am goin’ to commence and make money right along.’’—lfeadDij? (Pa.) Eagle.