The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1858-11-24
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THE CoBBLERs- TEMPTATIoN.

Jareb Gropp sat in his little shop up
on his low bench, and be pegged and
tapped away merrily upon his well worn
knees. He.was a jolly fellow, this Jareb.
Poor, tits true, but just poor enough to
be free of care He owned the rooted
box in which he worked, and so he
owned the little thatche1 cot that joined
it. In the cot he lived, with his wife
and seven children, and in the shop he
worked cheerfully all the dav long He
was not afraid of robbers, for he had
nothing worth carrying off; and he fear
ed no man for he never did m an wrong.
A merry fellow was Jareb Gropp.-
He sang as he pegged, and his joyous
notes lacked only musical sound to make
them attractive. He was built after
the same pattern as were his cot and
shop. He was short aud dumpy, with
round, shiny, good-naturcd face, and with
a bald pate, though he was only five and
forty.
Troll de-roll lol de-lol-lardyp sang
Jareb.
Fol de rol.de riddle de- rol de riDc-
tum!'-s sounded voice from the inner
door.
Jareb looked up and saw his wife
Just match for Jareb, for all the
world. Short, fat, clean, good natured
and happy as happy queen. She was
dressed neatly for all her poverty, and
the flush of health glowed upon her
plump cheeks. i $40
Duck said Jareb, 'tho likes o. this
never happened afore.' s,l
What is it, my own sugar PLUMP
asked Hepsebath.
Hepsebath was her name, though he
hadn't heard-it pronounced in full for
years. -
Dye see this shoe, deligbtg'
Yes, my love-
''Tis the last work in the castle. Not
another place to put peg have got
~ me. Wen shut the gates, lower the
lraW-bridge. put the warder on guard,
md call up our coach, eh?'
'Ye mean we'll go aud walk, pepper
nint?'
L do, my treasure
Shall put on my silk, or satin? or
ny new velvet?'
Put on all of ;em, my dear. Well |
make an appearance. Hi.fol- de-rol- -lol-
le-rol-ladil There (tap) that's the last
,eg, and old Smiths shoes are done
Smith -Snsith-didn't you ever feel
thankful your name warn't Smith, Hep
y, eh? There was Smith put in Jail
My last week for robbin' somebody.
3ut ye never heard tell of Gropp's
ELM put in Jail, never. Now, my ma
lie sugar, we'll be off. Bring up the
title Groppses.'
Hardly had Heply departed, when
ran made his appearance at the shop
oer He was an old man, very we'll
ressed, in black throughout, carrying a
ld-headed cane, and wearing a watch
hahn of the same precious material.
Are you cobbler % he asked, as be ,
nterea. -
4 was two minutes ago. sir; but I'm &
n old feudal baron now, sir! Lady 6
+ropp is going to ride out, sir, and I'm {
} attend her. s
'Eh--are yoBnot the man who does +
lending?-mendiug of boots and shoes?
sked tho visitor, moving back pace, as t
hough he feared the strange fellow be-
're him was crazy. 0
Yes, sir, answered, Jareb, I'm the ,
ian. But, ye see, my wife hasn't walk. /
d ont for more'n amonth. I just toss
d off the last bit of work had in the 8
hop. I'd hurried it amazingly, and s
as just agoin' to take a run down by | {
le river with her and the little ones.'
'Aba--I see,' said the old gentleman,
Milling. Now you just run and tell {
our lady to wait for you half an hour i