Abbeville press. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1860-1869, 1869-06-04
BY W.. A. LEE AND HUGH WILSON.
CONTENrMENT AND IT'S REVERB
CHAPTER I.

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Jareb Gropp sat in his little shop
upon his'bench and he pegged and
tapped away. merrily upon his we'll
worn knees. He was jolly fellow.
this Jareb. Poor, it's true, but
just poor enough to be free front
care. lie owned the rooted box id
which he worked, and so he owned
the little thatched cot joining it.
In the cot he lived with his wife
and seven children, and in the shop
he worked cheerfully all day long.
He was not afraid of robbers, for
he had nothing worth carrying off;
and he feared no man, for he never
did man wrong.
A merry jolly fellow was Jareb
Gropp. He sang as he peggcd, and
his joyous notes only lacked musi-
cal sound to make them attractive.
He was built after the same pattern
as were his cot and shop. lie was
short and dumpy, with a round,
shiny goo-natured face, and with n
with bald pate, though he was
five and forty years old.
"Troll-de-rol-do-l loll-lardo !" sang
Jared.
Observation-Disclosures
tum T. sounded a voice from the
inner door.
Jarcb looked up and saw his
wife,
Just match for Jareb; all
the world. Short, fat, clean, gdSd-
natured as qneen. She was dres-
sed neatly for all her poverty, and
the flush of health glowcd upon
her plump cheeks.
"Dnck," said Jareb, "the likes of
this never happened afore.'
3'What is it, my own sugar
plum ?" asked Hepesbath.
uepesbath was her name, though
she hadn't heard it pronounced in
full for years.
"D'ye see this shoe, delight?''
eyes, my love-"
'"'Tis the last work in the castle.
Not 'another place to put a peg
have I got by me. Well shut the
gates, lower the draw bridge, put
the warder on guard, and call up
our coach, eh ?"
"You mean We'll 60 and walk,
peppermint p
II do, my treasure"
t'ShallI put on my: silk or satin
or my new velvet"
Pu, on all of them. my dear.
Well make an appeasonce. Hi
fol-de-rol-de-ri-do! ! there (tap) that's
the last peg, and old Smiths shoes
are done. Smith--Smith- h-didn't
you ever feel thankful that your
name warn't Smith, Heppy, ell
There was Smith put in Jail only
last week, for robbin' somebody.
But ye never heard tell of Gropp's
being put in Jail, never. Now, my
maple segar, we'll be of: Bring
up the little Crops.
Hardly had Heppy departed
when man made his appearance
at the shop door. He was an old
man, very well dressed in black
throughout, carrying agold headed
cane, and wearing a watch chain of
the same precious material.
!tAre you cobbler?" he asked,
as he entered. a -.
'"1was two minutes ago, sir, but
I'm an old feudal baron now, sir!
Lady Gropp is a going to ride out,
sir, and I'm to attend her."
'Eh-are you the man that does
mendlng? mending of boots and
shoesr:. asked the visitor, moving
back apace, as though he thought
the strange fellow before. him was
crazy. = !: 1S -
."Yes, sir" answered Jareb, ssI'm,
the man. But you see my wife has
not walked out for mcrein q month,
I just tossed off the last bit of
work I had ID the shop. I had hur-
ried it amazingly, andowas just a
goin' to take a. run down by the
river With her. and the little ones"
Ahhas $40 see;a assasths,e1a gentle
man, smiling. aNow you just run
and xsll syodf lAdy TO ewait for you !,
half an hour, and I'll satisfy her for
tt / am in y hurry. The stage
aeayes inssH hodEss aid my boot has
givsR ddE Cohs, yon VOLT refn5sei f5s itto e.
assist me under sach, cireumstanc r.
saHi i-dqm=de,folioll Well n .s'pose
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