Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1860-03-23
CLEVELAND FRIDAY MORNING. lIARcH 2s 1asO.

I his iron frame, and the great tears rolled in
swirl showers over his rugged cheeks. The
/ rock had been cleft and the waters guahed
out
YES, she said them very words, and when
hear folks say you're a bad hearted, tight hand
cd man, sometimes think if Maryd a'lived,
| you d been different one And team Of
sympathy rolled down the old womans cheeks.
And now, Seth, must tell you what come
acrOss in the old ganet yesterday. was 3
huntin' there among some old blankets spun
sfore / was married, when suddenly came to
long wooden box which your mother gin me
the week afore she died. You know you vas
gone OF among the mount'ns to hunt up bears
then. Well, Miss Rogers and alters sot great
store by each other, and she gin me in that box,
linen spread, three silver spoons, q string Of
gold beads, and number Of other little trinkets
like. hadn't seen the box for years, and was
lingering It over, when all Of 3 sudden the bot
tom dropped out into my lap, and 10 and behold!
there was Q false piece lai | over this, and
ssmethin' like corner Of canvas stiekin' out
pulled it out, and what do you think it VAS,
Seth RoRersl'
I'm sure don't know, Miss WooIeoot.'
And the mans face was ashen pale with ca
gerness
ItWas that pieter of Mary which the English
gentleman painted when be visited our village;
ID it just fitted square in the bottom of the
box. 90 there Warnt crack or break in it no.
where. remember row your mother said there
was somsthin' in the box when she gave it to
me, but Just then she was taken with an awful
fit of couRhin', and finally she said, Never
mind; I'm SO tired, and IN tell you abOut it TO-
morrow, Miss Woolcoot' But she must have
forgot, for her memory seemed kinder to leave
her that last week. '.... ..-, .-..-.
%, granny, you let me see thisi' and there
vas q greedy cry in the mans voice.
'Sartin, Seth. It amt faded one bit in all
these years that its been in the bottom of the
old box, where your mother Iut il for safe
keepin', and we all sposed it had got burned up;
but its Mary, every inch Of It, with her lips
po0tin' out jest ready to speak, and her eyes
a-shinin'. and her cheeks a-bloOmin' as they did
years and years ago ...,.-.--...
20, grannyif You'd give me that picter of
Mary, I'll give you anything Pye got on eanhp
pleaded Seth Rogers with the old woman.
'WilI you Seth! Will you give back to Isaac
the deed of his house and land, that you knows
bis n IN the sight of God, and that you know,
too, II break his heart, and his wife's and his
children's to give up, and that your mother and
- II
they was here this blessed minutel'
'Yes, I'll make it all over 80 him this after
noon, If youlllet me have the Pieter, answered
Seth Rogers.
There, Isaac, said the old woman, hobbling
into the kitchen, with her crutch in her hand,
didn't tell you your father said there was a
well in the rock Of every mans heart, and here
its proven in black and whltel don t brlieVe
ever word came from the lips OF Jsdediah Wool
coOt that wasn't sound truth And the old
woman handed paper to her son,
He opened it, while his family gathered ea>
ger and curious about him. That autumn day
had gone heavy enough over all their hearts.
Il was deed, which bequeathed to Isaac Wool.
coot bis house and land about 1.-THE gift ei
Seth Rogers
] cannot tell you what happened Afterwards
when they learned the truth from the old grand
mothers lips, who told the whole story, stop,
| ping several times to smoke her pipe. What
tears of joy were shed, what prayers of thank,
fulness were made, under the brown roof oi
Isaac WoolcOOt's cottage that night.
o, reader, dealing with the hard and the cold
Of thy fsllow-men. remember always theirs is
Well in the Rock, aud kindly words and deeds
shall open it, as Moses rod did the waters o
Meribah.