The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1858-12-23

their poor old fathers got, | shouldn't
mind. l can't help thinkin' as how't
there might be bright mind or two
amongst them. that might make doctor,
or lawyer, or may be minister. But
never mind-they're in Gods hands. |
don't complain. Complain z repeated
Jared, thrusting his awl through, and
then pulling it out why should ?
How many rich father would give all
he's worth if his children could only be
different from what they are? Sickly
and weekly, may be, or perhaps bad and
wicked. Hi
There's no such word as complain,
For by il we nothing can gain,
Save trouble and all mental pain,
With a--fol-de-rol- -de-di-do,
No, no, sir. I've got enough, and
that's morn's everybody's got
The boot was finished +; and the old
man took out golden guinea.
I've no change for such piece, sir,
said Jareb.
| don't want any change. Take il
all. A shilling is to pay you for mend
ing my boot; and the rest is for your
wife and children, TO pay them for the
loss of their walk. Come, don't disap-
point me.
Jareb took the coin, and though his
thankfulness was deep, its expression
was simple and polite.
The old man put OH his boot and went
away. The wife came in, and Jareb
showed his treasure. They were as rich
as monarchs now. They danced and
sang and then each called the other a
fool.
However after this they went and took
their walk-they and their children
The oldest child was only twelve years,
and the youngest was two. Tommy and
Johnny were twins. They were jolly
looking family.
When Jareb returned and entered his
shop, the first thing he saw was green
silk purse. He picked it up and found
1t full of gold. Quick as thought he put
on his hat again and ran from the shop.
He reached the hotel but the stage had
gone, and the old gentleman had gone
in it. So the cobler returned to his cot,
and there sat down with tho pursn in his
hand.
What shall we do with it p he said,
uneasily.
The wife pondered a long while and
finally replied
Lets take it down cellar and hide it.
Then we shan't be robbed of it, nor we
shan't lose it; and when he comes we
shall have il for him.
Then we will leave it for our children
and they may use it.
'Heppy, my delight, you are right.
So they went down into their narrow
cellar, and having looked all around they
finally removed a stone from the wall,
put the purse in-haying first rolled it
up in many thicknesses of stout paper
and then put the stone back as it was
before
On the following day the cobbler
watched for the stage. and when it came
he went up to see if the old gentleman
had come back This he did every day
for two months, and no old man came.
AT the end of that time, Jareb was ia
ken sick. He was very, very sick, and
for a long time the doctor despaired of
his life. And Jareb was very poor, too.
Many night the children went supper
less to bed.
Jareb,' whispered Heppy, with a
frightened look, there's gold IN tie cel-
Tar
Don't! Don't Oh! never speak of
1t again : gasped Jareb, in agony. I've
thought of it 7 Ay-there's gold there !;
but 'tisn't ours, 'tisn't ours, Heppy!'
Il didn't mean we'd take it, Jareb;
didn't mean we'd take it : cried the wife.
| only thought you mustn't die 7
| shan't die, souls delight. But l
should die if we took that 7 'Tisn't ours,
Heppy!' sl
After many days Jareb Gropp was able
to walk out. One pleasant autumn day
as he hobbled along upon crutch and a
staff, he saw the stage coach coming.
1t passed him, and he saw the same
white haired old man upon the box with
the driver. The poor cobbler hurried
ON, and when he reached the tavern he
found the old man standing in the hall
'Ah. is this the merry cobler 7 cried
the stranger. 1.fal'
Il am the cobbler who mended your
boot last spring, sir. replied Jareb.
Yes know added the old man !: