Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1850-07-20
MisfelIaufOus. $.
old Miser.

In the upper part of Boston, on what is
called @the neck" there lived some years ago
a wealthy old man, who resorted to sundry
curious methods to live without cost to him
self. His house one of the handsomest man
sions in the South End in its day-stood 10
the road over which the gardeners, in times
past, used to 60 to market, with their load of
vegetables, two days of each week Old
Gripes would be up before day; and on the
look out for these wagons
"Hallo! what have you got there ?" says the
master to the countrymen
well, daddy, little all sorts; potatoes,
cappage. turnips, parsnips and so on: Won't
you look at emp
At this, the old miser would begin to fun
bic over the vegetables, pocket potato, an.
onion. turuip, orr
"Ah, yes they are good enough, but we.
poor creatures can't afford prices as you ask;
Move must wait until they come down."
the old miser would sneak into his house with
his stolen vegetables, and the farmer would
drive on. Then back would come the miser
and lay in ambush for another load, and thus
lin the course of few hours he would raise
enough vegetables to give his household a
dinner. Another dodge of this artful old
dodger, was to take all the coppers he got,
land poor creature like him handled great
manyl and then go abroad among the stores
and give 6 for a fourpences, get quarter of a
dollar for them, and thus in getting dollar
he made four per cent, by several hours dis
gusting meanness and labor.
But one day, the old miser ran foul of a
Isnag. A market man had watched him for
some time purloining his vegetables, and on
the first of the year sent a bill of several dol
lars, for turnips, potatoes parsnips DC. The
miser Of course refused to pay the bill, deny
ing ever having had "the goods" But the
lcountrymen called in propria persona, refresh
ed his memory, and added, that if the bill
vas not footed on sight, that he should prose-
cute him for stealingi This made the old
miser shake in in his boots clustered for awhile
then reasoned the case; then plead poverty
DC. But the purveyor in vegetables was not
the man to be cabbaged in that way, and the
old miser called him into his sitting room, and
tordered his son a wild young scamp, to 90 up
stairs and see if he could not find FIVE dollars
in any of the drawers or boxes up there. The
young man finally called out-"Dad, which
bag shall take it out of the gold or silver ?''
/ "0dd zoundss' the boy wants to let on that
I've got bag of gold and silverl''
And so he had, many thousands of dollars
IN good gold and silver, he hobbled up stairs
got nine half dollars, and tried to get off fifty
cents less than the bill, but the man was stub
born as mule, and would not abats farthing
! $50 the old miser had 10 hobble up stairs and
fetch down his fifty cents more, and the
whole opperation was like squeezing bears
grease from pigs tail, or jerking out eye
! teeth.
The miser never way laid the market-mar
again, and not long after this, he got spuri
GUS dollar put upon him in one of his 'exchang
lmg'' Operations, and that wound up his penny
shaving.
Time passed-death called upon the
wretched man of ingots and money bags bu
while power remained to forbid 1.-THE old misel
refused to have physician. When his friends
drew the misers pantaloons from under hi
Ipillow, where he had always insisted on theT
remaining during his sleeping hours, and hi
last illness-but as one of the attendants slowl!
removed the garments, the poor old man Will
a conclusive galvanic-like grasp--threV
lout his bony, cold hand, and siezed his old pan
taloonsl
The niser clutehed them with a eyint
grasp; words struggled in his throat; h
could not utter them; his jaw fell-he wa
dead
Much curiosity was manifested by tn
friends and relatives to know what could hav
caused the poor old man to cling to his time
, worn pantaioons, but the mystery was 500
! revealed-for upon examination of the lining
,iof the waistband watchfob, over $4,000 ii
bank notes were there concealed
). The. Lords pardon, and human sympath
lbe with all such misguided and wretche
lslayes of money, say we.