The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1878-04-17
THE OLD MAN VINO SKILLED.

One time there was good old man living
In Detroit. His back was bent, his step was
slow, and men who gazed upon his snowy
locks and wrinkled face, shook their heads
and whispered to each other, che is good
old man, who has not long to live.'
The old man had been well off In his day,
but when he found himself on the shady side
of life, wife dead, and home broken up, he
said to his only son g Here, William, take all
] have, and let your home be my home until
/ die.a
The son took the papers--you bet he did /;
and the father was given a cosy corner, big
chair and a corn-cob pipe.
All went we'll for year or so, and then the
son and the sons wife began to make it nm
comfortable for the nice old man in the cor
ner. They threw out hints deprived him of
his comforts and one cold day in winter he
was told that he had better go to Halifax
Nova Scotia.
The old mans heart was sore as he went
out into the world to battle against hunger
and cold, and when night came he covered
in doorway and wept like child.
Who is making that chin music up therep"
called reporter whose steps had been ar
rested by the sobs, and he went up the steps,
patted the old man on the head, and sat by
him till his story was told.
"Come down to the station with me, said
the reporter, taking the old mans arm
:" Your son is first cousin to the man who pre-
ferred buzzard to lamb, I'll help you to fix
him.
Next morning one of the daily papers con-
tanned an item to the effect that an old gentle
man named Goodheart had been found wan
dering the streets at night, and that when
taken to the station, $4,000 worth of United
States bonds were found on him. The old
man read it over three times, slapped his leg
as he saw the point, and beautiful smile COW
cred his face and climbed up through his hair.
In about an hour HIS son William rushed tito
the station and called out
" Father, dear father, come home All of
us were crying all night long, and my wife is
now lying in comatose state ON your ac-
count -
The old man went home with him, winking
at the lamp-posts and smiling as he turned
the corners. He had all his comforts back,
and the son bought him costly pipe and
pair of box-toed boots that very day.
Well as time went on, the son ventured to
suggest that the bonds had better be turned
over to him, and every time he said bonds "
the old man would smile and turn the sub
ject.
The other day the father went to bed to
die and he smiled oftener than before as he
lay waiting for the summons. The son said
his heart was breaking, and then went through
the old mans clothes to find the bonds. He
didn't find any. lie searched the barn and
the garnet and the CELLAR and finally when he
saw that death was very near, he leaned over
the bed and whispered
:" Father, do you know me?"
ooh, yes know you like book" replied
the dying man.
''And, father, don't you see this thing is
killing me?"
eyes, William, see it,
"And, father-those- those--bonds, you
know. suppose you want them used to pur-
chase monument"
Yes, correct, William" whispered the
father, winking CHASTITY wink, and as that
same old smile covered his face death came
to take him to a better home.
When evening fell, the son and the sons
wife were wildly searching the straw bed to
get their hands on those bonds.-Detr0n free
Press.