The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1890-06-11
THE GENEROUS FARMER.
An Old-Fashioned Story with q Moral {
En1 ne

An Old.FashiOned Story with q Moral at
the End of 1t.
One day as Farmer Brill was sitting
ander the w:de-spreading branches OF
his favorite apple tree 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 a few harvest apples to fill
up the vacuum in my stomach Q"
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 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 mystified way and
wondered whether he was asleep OF
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 >
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 s-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 ole
cythe hanging in a cherry tree, and thu
next instant he bounded forward with ,
wild yell and shouted:
"Back, cravens, or l will destro,
your
But the cravens came on, and the worl
of death began. With one powerful
sweep of this terrible weapon Chaple
cut seven Of them down, and at the mex
only one was left alive. This was
warrior named Pink-Eye, and with
scream of anguish which was hear
high above the squealing of the hungr
pigs in the pen he fed to the depths {
the forest to carry the news to his chic
Farmer Brill, / have saved you!
said the boy, as he stood beside th
helpless old man.
''By gum, but so you have!' gaspe
the man, finding his voice with gre;
effort.
pThen he got up and Rugged Charlie
and offered him all the young, swe,
turnips he wanted to eat and sent hi
away with his blessing, and when
came to overhaul the dead and figure ,
the money and pearls and diamond
found in their hip-pockets he saw tn;
he was rich for life. Turning from Il
Wagon-load of wealth at his feet to vie
the boy hoofing it down the road in IL
direction of Tatertown, Farmer Bri
extended his hands and solemnly o
served:
"a good action is never thrown aw;
never. Even il ! had given that b.
q nickel I should still be long We
ahead ., the gsme."-pstroit y
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