Nebraska advertiser., 1868-11-12
The way with Some People.

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bier TO take afew stitches i'm a boot, for
which service he was asked half a
dollar. The demand was considered
eXhorbitant, but the deacon was not a
man to have trouble with his neigh
Dor on a trifing matter, so without a
word of objection it was cancelled.
"Al will come round right in the
end,n he said to himself.
Next morning the deacon, who was
a farmer, was on his way to his field
with oxen and plough, when the cob
bier came out of his shop and accOsted
him.
"Good morning, deacon; you'rejust
the man / hoped to see. The case is,
I've hired the field yonder, and am
going to SOW il with wheat; but being
no farmer myself, I wish you would
stop and give me something Of an in
sight into the business
The other was about to excuse him.
self, for he felt particularly anxious to
finish a piece Of plOughing that day,
which he could not if detained at all,
when remembering the boot mending
thought he: 1.-THE affair is coming
right so soon. Here is an opportunity
for illustrating the Golden Rule, and
returning good for evil. Twill render
the assistance he needs, and when
asked what's to pay, will answer:
Nothing, sir, nothing. / never make
an account of these little neighborly
kindnesses.' That will remind him
Of yesterday 81
So the deacon readily consented to
do as requested and going over to the
field, commenced and finished sowing
% hrrchn1 Of nwofns cnuron1u fhfnEfnn
meantime, Of how his team was stand
ing idle in the cool of the day; but
glOrying in anticipation of the smart
bis neighbor would suffer from the
living Goals about to be heaped upon
his head. The employer, who, seated
on a pile of stones In the centre Of the
field, had watched the process in ST.
lence, now rose to his feet, and very
deliberately advanced towards the OBJ
liging farmer.
Nov for my revenge" thought
the latter, seeing him about to speak; |
but the other only carelessly remarked:
at isn't much to do a thing when one
knows howl
The deacon made noreply, but stood
awaiting the question, How much
do you ask for your labor ?n He
waited in vain, however; the question
was not asked. The other began to
speak on different topics, and the
farmer, unwilling to lose more time,
turned and hurried away to where he
had left his team. He had gone some |
distance along the road, when a
voice was heard calling:
HHallo, deacon. Hold on there a
minute"
The deacon turned his head, and the
cObbler, beckOned him back.
"He's Just thought of it," said the
deacon to hiRaself, half impatient at
being again stopped. my triumph is
likely TO cost about as much as it's !
worth; but I'll have it after all. Urge
IS he may, / won't take a single dime.
So saying he secured his oxen to a
post by the roadside, and ran back as
far as the wall, against the opposite side
Of which the farmer was ~carelessly
leaning
"Why, how you puff, deaconl there
is no special haste called for, / merely
thought TO ask whether you don't inn
agine we shall have rain soon. You
farmers pay more attention to these
things than we mechanics do"
The deacon coughed a full minute,
and then answered that he really
couldn't say, but it seemed pretty
near cool enough to snow. And
having given this opinion, he once
more set his face farmward musing
as he went, whether it might not have
been well to have attached to the Col
den Rule a modifying clause, suited to
dealing with such people rs his neigh
Dor Of the awl and last.
The deacon loves, tOthis day, to tell
the story, and laugh over It; bat he
never fails to add: well, well, it en-
ded Just as it should; inasmuch a /
was wickedly calculating and rejoic-
ing over my neighbours humiliation.