Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1852-07-08
The Way with some People.

Deacon s. once employed a cobbler
to take few stitches in boot, for which
service he was asked half dollar. The de-
lnand was considered exorbilant, but the
deacon was not the man to have trouble with
his neighbor on trifling matter, SO without
a word of objection, it was cancelled. sAlI
will come out right in the end he said to
himself
Next morning, the deacon, who was
farmer, was on his way to his field with OK.
Ell and plough, when the cobbIer came out
ofhis shop and accos,ed him.
Good morning, deacon. You're Just the
man hoped TO see. The case is, I've hired
the field yonder, and am going TO sow it
with wheat bur being no farmer myself,
wish you would stop and give me little in.
sight into the business
The other was about to excuse himself, for
he felt particularly anxious TO finish piece
ofploughing that day, which he could not if
detained at all, when remembering the boot
mending, thought he, The affair is coming
right so soon. Here is an opportunity fol
illustrating the Golden Rule Of returning
good for evil. will render the assistance
will answer, Nothing, sir, nothing. never
make account of these little neighborly kind
nesses. That will remind him of yesterday
So the deacon readily consented to do as
rpntipSfod anil unipp Il, a.
menced and finished sowing bushel of
grain; scarcely thinking, meantime, of how
his team was standing idle in The cool of the
day; but glorying in anticipation Of the
smart his neighbor would suffer from the
living Goals about 10 be heaped upon his
head. The employer, who, seated on pile
of stones in the centre of The field, had
watched the process in silence, now rose TO
his feet, and very deliberately advanced to.
wards the oblging farmer.
Now, for my revenge thought the latter,
seeing him about 10 speak, but the other on
ly carelesslY remarked, Il; isn't much to do
thing when one knows how
The deacon made no reply, but stood
awaiting tide question How much do you
ask for your labor? He waited in vain,
however-lhe question was not asked. The
other began TO speak, on different topics, and
the farmer, unwilling TO lose more time,
turned and hurried away TO where he had
left his time. He had gone some distance
along the road, when voice was heard cali
ing.
Halo, deacon. Hold on there minute
The deacon turned his head, aud his
neighbor, the cobbler, beckoned him back.
He's just thought of H. said the deacon
to himself, half impatient at being again
stopped. My triumph is likely TO cost about
as much as its worth, but III have it after
all. Urge as he may. won't luke a single
dime.'
So saying, he secured his oxen to post by
the roadside, and ran back as far as the wall,
against the opposite side Of which, The cob
bier was carelessly leaning.
+ why, how you puff, deacon; there's no
special haste called for. | merely thought
have rain soon. You farmers pay more at
tention 10 these things than we mechanics
do
The deacon coughed full minute and
then answered that he really couldn't say,
but it seemed pretty near cool enough for
snow, aud having given this opinion, he
| once more set his face farmward; musing as
he wenr, whether it might not have been
well to have attached to the G olden Rule a
modifying clause, suited to dealing with
such people as his neighbor Of the aw! aud
last.
The deacon loves to this day to tell the
story and laugh over il but he never fails
to add, We'll, well, il ended just as it
should; inasmuch as | was wickedly calcu-
lating and rejoicing ouer my neigh6or's humil-
iation.'