Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1890-07-23
THE GENEROUS FARMER.
An Old-FashiOned Story with Moral 6
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One day as Farmer Brill was sitting
under the wide-spreading branches of
his favOrite apple tree a boy about
fifteen years of age, whose appearance
indicated that he was both tired and
hungry, came along from the direction
of Boston and halted and said:
IF you please, kind sir, would you
let me Gull few harvest apples to fill
up the vacuum in my stomach ?''
Now, Farmer Brill was noted as a
very stingy man. While he was strict
ly honest he was so stingy that he
wouldn't sharpen his axe for fear of
wearing out the grindstone, The request
Of the boy so paralyzed him that he
gasped for breath, and for several min
utes was unable to speak He was
about to jump up and give the young
ster a blast which would scare him out
of a years growth, when some strange
power restrained him, and much to his
amazement he found himself replying:
Eyes, my good boy, you can have a
whole bushel if you want them.''
Thanks, kind SIR" replied the boy;
Heaven will surely reward you for
your great liberality."
He climbed over and began to put the
largest and finest apples where they
would do the most good, while Farmer
Brill looked on in a mystified way and
wondered whether no was asleep or
awake. The boy had eaten his fill, and
was about to request the loan of two
bushel bag in order that he might take
some apples along to serve him as a
luncheon, when band of Indians sud
denly burst from the sugar-bush with
| blood-curdling yells and made for the
| house. There were fourteen of them,
and they were under the lead of He
Who Hankers-for-Scalps. They had
come to kill and destroy, and as the
farmer heard them he went down into
his boots with the exclamation:
"Alas! my goose is cooked!''
But how was it with our boy hero.
whose name, by the way, was Charles
Won Tottenham? He took in tho situa-
ton at glance, sprang for an old
scythe hanging in a cherry-tree, and the
next instant he bounded forward with a
wild yell and shouted:
Back, craYens, or / will destroy
you'll"
But the cravens came on, and the work
of death began. With one powerful
sweep of this terrible weapon Charles
cut seven of them down, and at the next
only one was left alive. This was a
warrior named Pink-Eye, and with q
scream Of anguish which was heard
high above the squealing of the hungry
pigs in the pen he fed to the depths O.
the forest to carry the news to his chief
Farmer Brill, l have saved your
said the boy, as he stood beside the
helpless old man.
'!By gam, but 50 you hayel" gaspeC
the man, finding his voice with grea
effort.
oThen he got up and Rugged Charles
and offered him all the young, swee
turnips he wanted to eat and sent hin
away with his blessing, and when h,
came to overhaul the dead and figure vi
the money and pearls and diamond
found in their hip.pockets he saw that
he was rich for life. Turning from tn,
wagon-load of wealth at his feet to view
the boy hoofing it down the road in tn,
direction of Tatertown, Farmer Bril-
extended his hands and solemnly oh
served:
~ good action is nevss thrown ava.
meyer. Even ii had given that DO,
a nickel 1 should still be long way
ahead of the game. Detroit Ere
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