Idaho semi-weekly world., 1890-09-05
~us GENEROUS FARMER.


An old-Fashionsd story with . ~
- the End OF 1t.
One day as Farmer Brill was s''siAs
,naar the wide-spreading branches ..
h,s fayorite apple tree boy aoous
fifteen years OF age, whose appeaa"d Ia
indicated that he was both urou anN
hungry. cam. along from the direc'i'"
=, Roston and halted and said:
st, Won nlease, kind sir, would You
let me Gull few harvest apples 70 III
mn the vacuum in my stomach
Now. Farmer Brill was noted as y
,orv stinpy man. While he was strlcS-
,v honest he was so stingy that NO
wouldnt sharpen his axe for fear Oh
wearing out the grindstone. Inc reques'
of the boy SO paralyzed him that no
oasned for breath, and for several min
utes was unable to speak. DE was
about to jump up and give the y youhg
ster a blast which would scare him OUT
of a wears growth, when some strange
rower restrained him, and much to his
amazement he found himself replylhg'
"Yes, my good boy, you can nave
whole bushel If you want them.
.DThanks, kind SIR" replied the boy;
s.Heaven will surely reward you ior
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 mystifed way and
wondered whether he 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
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- 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 cherry-tree, and the
next instant he bounded forward with a
wild yell and shouted:
Back, cravens, or ! will destroy
your
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 a
scream of anguish which was heard
high above the squealing of the hungry
pigs in the pen he fled to the depths OF
the forest to carry the news to his chief.
Farmer Brill, l have saved you?'
said the boy, as he stood beside the
helpless old man.
''By gum, but so you have!" gasped
the man, finding his voice with grea
effort.
Then he got up and hugged Charles
and offered him all the young, swee
turnips he wanted to eat and sent hin
away with his blessing, and when hi
came to overhaul the dead and figure W
the money and pearls and diamonds
found in their hip-pockets he saw tha
lie was rich for life. Turning from tht
wagon-load of wealth at his feet to view
the boy hoofing it down the road in th'
direction of Tatertown, Farmer Bril-
extended his hands and solemnly oh
served:
"a good action is never thrown ava,
never. Even if had given that bo,
Q nickel should still be long way
ahead of the game. ."-Detroit Ere
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