The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1861-07-13
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now sYxArx SPED wI4A his TREASURE.

cHAPTRR II,
now sTMkIx SPED wIfti his TREASURE.
Widow MIncing was . sharp, matter-Oi
fact wOmAn; Who attended her business
well, and was shrewd, and yet kindly
When she first discovered the little love
affair between Symkin and Joan, she did
all in her power to stop It; but when Il
became too strong for her, she wisely gave
in. For all that she looked upon the
merry tinker with no great favor, and con.
sidered him thoughtless, though good
hearted young fellow, whom she could
love as friend; but as . son-in;lsw-ahI
he had no money, and sO she came to that
determination as to the f1lling Of the mo-
ney bag. which neither Of them cuuld
openly object 10, although both did % BE-
cretly. When Symkin called for cup Of
mulIcd sack, she thought he was decided
ly mad.
'Mulled sack, she muttered, and where
is the money to come fromY'
Never fear, motherl' cried Symkin,
gaily. Ny money. bag is filed at last !!
Look herc! And, he shook the bar over
his head, bringing It down With crash
on the table. IIere, pretty joan, he con
tinued, taking the bewildered girl round
the waist, here's little brooch for thee /;
see how It glitters in the light
"a pretty brooch, indeed Z cried mother
Mincing, Snatching it from his hand.
Joan shall touch no such thing. il she is
an honest woman's daughter. How came
you by al this treasure ?
Marry, I found II cried Symkin, iovi.
ally. And pretty find it was, too see
herel' And he spread the broad pieces
on the table, needless Of the greedy eyes
around him,
Found it, echoed mother Mincing.-
'Ay! in a gentlefOlk's pocket, I'll be
bound 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 I'll my little money.bag, little Joan
should be mine. Didn't she, Joan and
now you turn your back upon me, and
call NE thief
Joan wOs evidently inclined to her moth.
er's belief, and, on being pressed by her
lover, only replied Sure it's good gold.
il it be well come byl'
'Why, look you' said Sy mkin, hOtly,
have l deserved this? A hard working
fellow. like ], cannot pick up little mo.
ney but am thought thief and mur.
dercr for anything I knowl'
'Ay, said Mistress Mincing, very like
lyP
why. ty al that's unholyr only he
didn't put it in such q mild way, would
you swear my character away before you
hear what have to sayf Ask anvhOdy
here-ask CATER John, little Andrew Mark
ask anybody IL they have ever known
me TO do dishonest action
Not |, said the Gaffcr always as true
and fair as a new bow-string.'
Nor ], cried little Andrew 'Symkin
was always Of the right sort; always ready.
afterwards And hc handed to him his
cup.
Symkin put it aside with some heat, for
he was thoroughly reused, and told his
stOry'as plainly as he could.
'IIout, tOut!' said the only woman,
when he had finished. DO you suppose
,HatI that an n; g%!TF to believe such story as
DO you think III tell liei' roared
Symkins.
a man who would steal would tell Q
hundred lies! screamed his opponent /;
and firmly believe you're no better than
you should be; 90 march of, my good sir;
! will not have any VagabOnd in my
hOusel'
This was past endurance, so Symkin
declared he would bulge for no man or
woman in the World, and sat down 10 his
sack, which had been prepared during the
hot controversy.
Come, lads, said he. you wont turn
your backs upon Inc, know. Drawer!
bring your best sack for all, If your mis-.
tresa will allow you
Though it be i'll gotten, it may be well
spent replied the Dame; and, with this
salvo to her conclusion, she served her
customers, and SO they sat drinking till
midnight.
: Before leaving, Symkin went up to Joan
to bid her good night; her mother he
would not lOOk at.
Now look here, my little Joan,' said he,
is it fair that because have fulfilled my
engagement, you should throw me of like
thisf' =
4 didn't throw you off, said Joan {;
how can you say so when you know
didn'tf and she was in fair way Of cry.
ing.
'At least your mother did, continued
her lover. and you know you don't think
80 well Of me a. you did,
'Well,' said Joan, but how did you get
ell that money!
'IAvn't I told your found it on the
road
'Ohr she said.
That 'ohr' cried Symkin, means thst
you don't believe me. Good nightP and
he went OG abruptly.
When he went out the next night to
have his evening pot Of ale, be was unde.
termined which house 10 patronize. Moth.
er Mincing's was evidently out Of the ques.
ton; so he turned into the White Bull,
where he used to 90 before he was attract
ed elsewhere by pair Of blue eyea--
When he entered he found but few people
assembled, but amongst others was en- old
crOny Of his, Master Grundling by name,
q short. fat, purSy, red.Gaced man, who
was one Of the city watch, and considered,
amongst his small circle Of friends, q very
important man, indeed quite Q superior
sOrt Of person, you know and there he
sat drinking from large 6agOn, and heat.
ing his toes ct the fire.
| CBAPTBB III.
HOW IT WAS RMPTIED.
why, Symkin, man, cried the Jolly
Grundling, where hast thou hidden thy.
self ah this timeH what hast thou been
dOing"
I've been making . fool Of myself
that's what I've been doing" replied
Symkin with . grOwL
'Ahr said GFundIing, a pretty face, Il
III ] myself had . weakness that way
when was young man 10 one could
dance 90 well as Master Grundling nc