The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898, 1890-08-29
THE GENEROUS FARMER.
An Old-Fashioned story with Moral q
the End OF 1t.


An Old-Fashioned story with Moral at
the End OF IL.
One day as Farmer Brill was sitting
under the wide-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:
sIf 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 q
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 70 speak. He was
about TO jump up and give the oung-
ster blast which would scare him out
Of years growth, when some strange
ljower restrained him. and much to his
amLzement he found himself replying:
'sYes, my good boy, you can have
whole busheI If you want them"
Thanks, kind sir" replied the boy;
Heaven viii surely reward you for
your great li0eral1ty.
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 or
awake The boy had eaten his fill, and
was about to request the loan of two
bushei 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 yeils and made for the
house. There were fourteen of them.
and they were under the lead of He
Who'll o-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:
stAlasl my goose is cookedr'
But how was 1t with our boy hero,
whose name. by the way. was Charles
Won Tottenham? He took in tho situa-
tion ct a glance, sprang for an old
scythe hanging in cherry-tree, and the
next instant he bounded forward with .
wild yell and shouted:
Back, crayens, or i 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 fed to the depths oi
the forest to carry the news to his chief
Farmer Brill, / have saved your
said the boy. as he stood beside the
helpless old man.
by gum, but so you haver' gasped
the man, finding his voice with great
effort
Then he got up and hugged Charles,
md offered him all the young, sweet
/ turnips he wanted to eat and sent him
away with his blessing. and when he
came to overhaul the dead and figure Ut
the money and pearls and diamonds
/ found in their hip-pockets he saw that
I lie was rich for life. Turning from the
/ Wagon-load of wealth at his feet to view
/ the boy hoofing it down the road in the
/ direction of Tatertown. Farmer Brill
extended his hands and solemnly OBJ
served:
"a good action Is never thrown away
/ never. Even IL / had given that boy
. nickel should still be long ways
ahead of the game."-Detroit Free
/ Press