The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1859-02-16

last spring, repiieu Jareu.
eyes, KNOW added the old man, and
the stage driver tells me you have been very
sick"
"I have been sick, sir. All, | was made
nervous first, aud then caught cold. Yes,
I've been very sick"
"The driver tells me your family suffered
much during your illness"
"Some, some, sir. But that isn't the thing
now. Didn't you lose something the day
you came to my shopr
"Lose!" repeated the old man staring
!" Did you find anythings"
"Yes, SIR"
"was it pursei"
"Yes, sir"
"Of green silk ."
yes, SIR"
"With fifty gold guinness in il !" W
al don't know what was in it. found
it; and If you will 60 down with me. you
shall have it."
The stranger regarded the cobbler for
some moments in silence, and finally said he
would 60. Jared led the way to his little
cot.
:" Here my love-" said the cobbler, ad
dressing his wife, "let US have candle /; the
gentleman has come for his purse"
We hay'nt got candle, Jareb; but !
have something that will answer"
And thus speaking. Heppy went out, and
when she returned she brought pine knot,
which she lighted by the fire. Jareb took
this, and turned towards the cellar, and the
stranger followed him.
al can get it, sir"
"Go on, Til follow vou."
The cobbler said no more, but hobbled
down the narrow steps, and when he came
to that part OF the wall where the purse
had been concealed, he asked his companion
to hold the torch. The latter did so, and
then Jareb removed the stone and drew forth
paper parcel, all damp and mildewed.
1 They returned 70 the upper room, where
Jareb unfolded the stout papers and produc-
ed the purse uninjured.
Here. sir; here is your purse, just as |
/ found it."
/ The old man emptied out the broad gold
pieces and counted them--just fifty Of them
lie returned them to his purse, aud looked
into Jarebs face.
"Haye YOU suffered for want Of money
during your sickness !" he asked.
| "Much. much" was the answer.
"And you had this gold BY You all the
while 2"
alt wasn't ours, sir. Oh, may have sui.
fered, but not as would have suffered had
taken that. Ii wasn't mine, II was yours.
Take it, sir and when you remember poor
old Jareb Gropp and his seven children, and
his own wife, you'll say they weren't very
learned, but you'll say they were honest
Gropp Crop! GRoPPl" !" repeated
the old man. fixing his gaze not upon Jareb,
but upon his wife. "Yuu are mot from Eng
land, are you :" turning to Jarcb.
4 eyes, SIR" answered the cobbler
" From what part 7"
"From Dayentry, among the hills Of North
ampton.' g. -,
was married 7" the old man asked Of the
good wife.
= My maiden name was IIepsebath Nun
son, SIR"
Were you from Daycntrys"
"No, sir. was from kibwratb, IN Lei.
eester. went 10 Dayentry TO live when
was sixteen"
"You never had brotheri"
eyes, sir. had one-George-hc wen
on 10 lnulds aUu tncIe Nc uAth' y V0l 'N"t -
| lie was good boyle was very good "a
me. lie was smart young man when h'
went away"
"How do you know he is dead :
, Because We never heard from him, sir.
IIepsebath !" cried tie old man, startin.
TO his feet, Look at me ! Look az me,
saw! See IL you cant tell me WIN am!
, remember now Of hearing that yon had mar
ried man named Gropp. but couldn't find
where yon had moved. | was negligent--'ery
, But say do you know me !"
"It amt George Munson !" gasped llcppy
starting from her chair, and trembling liz,
an aspen.
look at that pursei Don't you see that
namc:" And as the old man spoke he show.
ed her a name worked in golden thread, bu
which she had not detected. But she rea,
. il now-Georgc Manson.
Then she looked into the time.worn face
, and rradully the features Of the one she loy
, ed ia years long agonc were revealed 10 her
J Il was her brother.-her own dear brclhe
George.
Presently Jsreb Crop saw his vile in ih'
old mans arms, and with one bound III
! reached tie middle of tie floor.
There, he cried. now SC! ! supposin
, IA taken that gold !" Il had we'd nCve
! have known George Munson. tell ye
there's always a sunbeam sure 70 fall upon
good action. It'll come sometimes, yc nal
depend. George, how l's dc' Amt sla'