Weekly Delaware State journal and statesman., 1861-07-12
.Found ltl. eohoed Molhar MinnInp.

"Found itl" echoed Mother Mincng "Ay
IN gentefolk's pocket, I'll be hound poor
people don't come by such things honestly"
"Nay, nay, good mother" said Symkin .'as
honestly as the day is light Why, look you
you promised me that when could Oil my itle
mouey-bag, little Joan should be mine. Didn't
she, Joan? And now you turn your back up6n
me, mud call me a thief"
Joan was evidently inclined to her mothers
belief, and, on being pressed by her lover, only
replied. "Sure it's good gold, il it be we'll come
by I"
''Why, look you I" said Symkin, ha,ly, sshaye
| deserved this? A hard working fellow, like
|, caUnot pick up a little money but | am
thought thief and murderer for anything |
know |"
"Ay," said Mistress AIinoinG, s,very likely %
"Why, by oil that's unholyl" only he didn't
put il in such mild way, "would you swear my
character away before you here what have 10
say? Ask anybody here-Ask 0nfIer John, little
it'lrsw, Mark ask anybody if they have ever
known ne to do dishonest action"
"Not l, /" said the CATER; "always as true and
fair as q new bOw-string.'
"Nor ], i" cried little Andrew; "Symkin was
always of the right sort; always ready to drink
with man and break his crown afterwards"
and he handed him his cup,
Synkin put it aside with some heat, for he
was thoroughly reused, and told his story as
plainly as he could
"llout, toutl" said the old woman, when he
had finished. "Do you suppose that am going
to believe such a story rs thatY NotIl"
''Do you think I'd tell q lie 2" roared Sym
kins.
A man who would steal would tell hundred
les y screamed his opponent; sand firmly
believe you're no better than you should be 50
march oil, my good sir; won't have any vaga-
bonds in my house'
This was past endurance, go Symsin declared
he would bulge for no man or woman in the |
world aud sat down to his sack, which had been |
prepared during the hot controversy.
'GJme. lads, said be. "you won't turn your
backs upon me, know. Drawer bring your
best sack for ALL ifyour mistress will allow you."
"Thongh it be i'll gotten, it may be well spent" |
replied the Dame; and, with his salye to her |
conclusion, she served her customers, and so
hey sat drinking till midnight.
Before leaving, Symkin went up to Joan to bid |
ler good night; her mother he would not look |
1t.
"NOw look here, my little JOAN" said he, sis
I fair that because have fulfilled my engage.
mont, you should throw me off like this {?
al didn't throw you off," said Joan; chow
'an you say so when you know didn't ?" and
he was in a fair way for crying.
"At least your mother did," continued her
ne as you did"
"Well," said Joan, "but how did you get all
hat money!"
Haven't told yous found it on the roud.'
"0h !" she said.
"That 'Oh !" cried symkin, "means that you
ont believe me. Good night !" and he went off
bruptly.
When he went out the next night to have his
vening pot of ale, he was undetermined which
ouse TO pRtronze. Mother Mincing's was evil
emily out Of the question; SO he turned into
be White Bull, where be used to go before he
las attracted elsewhere, by pair of blue eyes.
fhen he entered he found but few people ass
mbled, but amongst other was an old crony Of
is, Master Grundling by name, short, fat,
ursY, red faced man, who was one Of the city
atpn sAgidsbsffb5 ftAsss sanh hiaSs, 5 5ss
nperior sort Of person, you know and there
9 sat drinking from large fagon, and warm
lg his toes at the fire,