The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1881-05-27

limited extent, the son, who now o.
sumed control of affairs, made a pus
= for the revival of better days. The col
2 trast with their former opulence rel
! dered this depressing labor, while Ii
old man seemed to be whelmed in
, melancholy daze, his rare utterancC
being those of cheerless crone, lool
ing for his grave. The household ha
always held suspicious that Hans ha
robbed himself during his somnambl
listic performances of the years agone
but the most careful search, far az
near, had failed to substantiate
and though present necessitG. tLo 10
the wish-O how strongly ~ ~ -,
covery of the nee9r ~ p0'poo
+ 'hereoi e. was as ssiS6so Ssso of their first year,
: toward IN poverty and depression,
ou"sss sss}id of old Hans seemed suddenly
S|Durst the crust of hopeless apathy
that had SO long overlaid it, and he be.
trayed keener sense of his situation
and surroundings. He once surprised
the family at the breakfast table by the
impassioned exclamation to his son, 80
John, if We had that crock the cursed
Hessians stole, We might knock off work
op1 bo n ,,ohOl ~ uo f,,4lor o,,1o,, ,,o,, /
upon its aid in the restoration of their
former status, and from that hour his
thoughts, sleeping or waking, appeared
to be energized over his lost hoard. AT
length, so completely did his longings
possess him, as to occasion a repetition
Of the consequences of his former
anxiety for its safety. He again COM
menced his nocturnal peregrinations
about the premises, of which, as before,
he remembered nothing when awake.
On the morning following one of these,
he told the family he had dreamed that
he saw his crock with its contents in
tact, where, he remembered meau while,
himself had bestowed it-a hint WHICH,
corroborating as it did the opinion his
son had always entertained of its dispo-
sal, was improved forthwith. His next
midnight tour was awaited with solici-
tude; nor was it long delayed. After a
day of great mental perturbation, Hans,
after smoking his evening pipe, retired
early to his restless bed. Near midnight
he rose, dressed and went forth, silently
followed by his son. Taking a spade
from the tool-house, the old man moved
cautiously across the paddock into the
field beyond and toward an oak that
once sentineled a considerable grove
now laid low by the Hessian axe, whose
size alone had saved it from similar
fate At its foot the sleep-walker stop
ped, looked furtively around then,
removing a covering of withered leaves,
began digging. The son, lying down at
a short distance, watched his maneuvres
by the dim starlight, with feelings
which may be better imagined than de-
scribed. 1t was some time ere the
spade was laid aside, and then the old
man knelt down, seemed to remove
something and to bend inquir-
ingly over the excavation. Next he
proceeded to return the earth, smooth
the ground carefully and deftly replace
the covering of leaves. Then he stole
homeward and back to his bed. The
sequel which his son acted thereupon
may be at once surmised. Repeating
the operation he had just witnessed, -
albeit with more speed and less caution,
he unearthod the veritable crock,
heavy with treasure, and took it to the
house. The next morning Hans told
the family that he had again seen in
dreams his precious treasure, lamenting
that he must wake to the distressful
sense of its loss.
Then followed the joyful denouement.
When the crock was produced, and
while its golden thousands were being
counted, Old Hans laughed for the first
time in many years, and fairly danced
with delight. Never Paas festival, with
its boisterous merTy-makings, found so
happy household. The result may be
anticipated without further description.
A twelve-month thereafter saw the
buildings and fences renewed or re-
paired; the farm re-stocked with the
choicest breeds; trees reset; helpers
and tenants regained debts paid and
the smile of former thrift overall. Hans
renewed his age, his flesh and his ease
married his daughter to nice young
Holland neighbor, whose buxom sister
espoused mis- own son, and as the old
Dutchman smoked once more his eve
ming pipe on his veranda, he forgot the
Hessians and smiled over his remunera-
tive dream. Springfield Republican,
Editors Troubles.
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if he speaks of anything as it is, he is
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