The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-08-13
OLIVER HELD THE PIECE OF ROOT TO HIS NOSE

go, my SON. she said, "and remem-
Der that, although kind words butter
no parsnips, they make your going
easier"
Oliver thanked her and kissed her
and set forth: He paused at the front
gate TO say: If l am not back by
Saturday with a fortune. il will be be
cause all the fairies are dead"
His mother who was blessed with a
sense of humor, said in return: Then
III prepare dinner for but one next
Sunday:" and with a fearful smile she
waved him a gOodby
This was, on Monday morning, and
the boy jOurneyed along with a light
heart jingling the three nickels in his
pocket. He had not gone far before he
came upon poor scissors grinder who
was walking along under the burden
of a heavy grindstone. Oliver walked
alongside of him and said, Good morn
ing, sir. We need rain.
Don't say that" said the grinder
THE gbing's bad enough as it is. IT'S
a weary walk TO Waterbury, and I'm
half sick of it
What's the matter with my carry
ing your grindstone for a mile or two?
I'm strong and hearty and I'm on my
way 10 make my fortune before Sat
urday night"
You'll need to work fast to get it
made on time, my good friend said
the man I've been tinkering at mine
ever since / was your age, and that's
forty years, and its not nearly made
vet"
Perhaps you. We're never sure of
making it as I am" said Oliver.
Wei, there's something in that"
said the old ma. Il was never sure
of doing well and | never have. Enough
to eat and a place to sleep and weary
of the grindstone. with my nose pretty
close to il. and there you have my his
tory for the last forty years.
They had now come to a farmhouse.
and q woman ran out and asked the
man to sharpen her scissors. He
thanked Oliver for relieving him of
his burden and as the boy slung the
grindstone off his shoulders. the old
man fumbled in his pocket and at last
brought out q key. which he handed
to the lad. Take this. my boy. 1t
will open any lock if used honestly"
Thanks, said Oliver, but you must
let me pay for it" The old man smiled
and Oliver handed him one Of the nick
els and then babe him cheerful good |
day and skipped gaily along the road !
TO Waterbury.
He listened to the bobolink's tankling
notes and they seemed to say, You'll /
surely succeed Il believe you said |
OlNef, ana ran dlollS as DEaShiy dS II 4
he had just been let out of school.
He had made some two miles when /
he came across a peddler whose cart |
was stuck. in a mudhole. His poor |
horse had not strength to pull the (
wheels clear of the mud. and the ped |
dler was trying TO coax the animal.
Good morning. Don't you believe
in the whip" said Oliver.
mo, my horse will do his best for
love of me. He'll do no more through
fear of men,"
That's very pretty and ! like you
for it, said Oliver, but your shoulder
to the wheel is worth a dozen kind
words Come, you take one side and
I'll take the other. and wen put new
heart into the horse"
1t was even as he had said His
strong young shoulder and that of the
peddler made it an easy matter for the
horse to pun the wagon out of the
mudhole, and then, the way being
down hill, the peddler climbed into the
wagon and invited Oliver to do the
same, and the horse ambled along at
a decent gait on the road to Water
bury.
What brings you a-tramping?" said
he peddler.