The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1884-01-17
Boston Globe.

Rostoa Globe. ~ ~ ~
So you want story, children? Well,
be quiet, and you shall hear about good
old farmer man who lives in New Hamp-
shire; but the story isn't all about the
farmer nor his land, for it duplicates a
Boston boy-the farmers hired hand.
This Boston boy was very ay-what some
folks might call tough;- he'd had his
optic molars cut, and was somewhat up
to snuff; but yet he was square and hon
est, and was never known to lie; and his
only serious failing was his greed for
pumpkin pie. He did his duty nobly-
was spry and quick; he never tried to
shirk his task by playing lame or sick !;
he never grumbled at the hash nor the
cofee-which was rye-but he never was
quite satisfied with his share of pumpkin
pie. The. farmer. loved him like a. son,
and worked him very light (his task be-
gan at 4!aam.s.and ended % at night.
His name, was Albert, but, for short, the
4old man called him Bert, because it
i didn't take much time, and rhymed quite
well with work. .:'ia s.fe2 i.zs''t-.
st.s. ONE SUMMER MORN -Ie'i'''
the old man rose at early candle-llght,
and beloved for his Boston boy with all
his power and might. When Bert show
ed up, the farmer said, "Go drive. the
brindle, COW to! Concord, for I've sold her
to the butcher, Cyrus Dow. He'll pay
you $40 cash S be sure you keep ithid,
for I have heard there's robbers round,
as bold as Capt. Kidd. So keep your
wits about you, lad, and lei your, weather
eye be- on the watch for rogues and
sharps,. .far they. are awful sly."
: SO aAlbertsate his morning meal of
pork and pumpkin pie, and washed it
down with coffee strong-with coffee
made Of rye@then he hoofed it down to
Concord, with the lean old brindle COW,
when, he soon caught on the man; he
sought thelbutcher, Cyrus Dow. The
latter paid him for the COW four golden
eagles bright, which Albert then pro-
ceeded to hide. from mortal sight; for,
on his way to Concord, he had studied
up plan to get the best of sharps and
crooks, or strolling highwaymen. So he
tucked the Doodle carefully in the lining
of his vest;. which brilliant racket eased
his mind, and set his fears at rest; but
alaal for human foresight, there's many
a little slip ,twixt honest peoples fingers,
and rogues, dishonest,gr grip. Just as Al
bert slipped the sugar in the lining Of
his vest, a crook had stopped outside, to
take chew of "Jackwood's Best"
through the window his quick eye had
seen the yellow eagles shine; and he
Rugged himself and whispered, "0hl
that dust will soon be mine"
But-to turn that adage end for end
it shows there's many slip 'twixt rogues'
dishonest fingers and honest peoples
grip; grip Like the bunco steerers' little
game they played on O. F. A., the best
laid plans Of highwaymen will often go
astray:
OUR HERo's BUSINESS ENDED,
he tarried there no more, but started on
the homeward route he oft had trod be-
fore. The robber, mounted on his mare,
logged slowly on behind, while visions Of
those golden coins;went flashing through
his mind. = -
As soon as Bert had reached point
where the town was out of sight the rob-
ber overlook him, as any traveller might,
and, with glad anticipation, which was
difficult. to hide, he kindly asked our
hero if he wouldn't like to ride. AS
Bert was. .rathersweary with his long land
tedious walk, he didn't waste moment
in idle, useless talk; but he straddled on
behind without any more ado, and along
the country highway the horse and riders
flew. Thus they rode until they came to
alonely, dismal wood. aNow," said the
bold highwayman, 'I'm not feeling in
the mood to monkey any longer; so I'll
tell you, plump and square, that you must
now dissect that vest or, climb the golden
STAIR"
Now, I.think hinted once before that
Bert was veryfy, SO he tumbled to the
racket in the twinkling of an eye; but it
filled his honest bosom with sorrow,
tinged with. shame, to see how slick the
chap had dropped upon his little game.
But he didn't have a decent show to
argue or dispute, for the villain plainly
hinted that he wasn't loath to shoot;
SO he ripped the lining from his vest, and
snatched the money out, and among the
grass and mullen stalks he strewed it well
about. Then the highwayman's greedi-
ness his caution oyerbid; but guess he
thought that. Albert was common coun-
try kid; at any rate he instantly scram-
bled from his horse, not thinking for a
moment that 'twould be to his loss; but
no sooner had he bumped himself to
gather up the gold, than he noticed that
for crooks at least the day was very cold;
for, as I mentioned heretofore, our lad
was very fly, and he didn't stop week
or two to bid his nobs goodbye.
THE RoBBER CUssED
and threatened till his face was black
with rage, but it didn't do bit of good,
forAlbert held the age; but our hero
gave him lots Of time to settle in his