Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1911-06-07
An Old Shoe Tells A Story.

1ulS Ola ShO0 was one that an
Old cobbler had worn for a year or
more and that is the reason he
knows this story
This is the way he began his
story.
There once lived an old cobbler
on the edge of a little, old town.
This cobbler was very poor. He
would toll all day and part of the
night making shoes About every
day one or two people would come
IN to buy pair of shoes. The
cobbler would ask his price. The
people would some times pay it. but
some would say, NO, we cannot
afford it, 1t was hard enough to
pay for the leather, And it would
take about every cent to pay for
his materials.
wait I'll have to stop talking
and rest, for I'm old you know"
said the shoe
This mouse was al ways wanting
stories told. So every now and
then, she would, ask. Isn't it
time to start again, Mr.. Shoe!"
Eyes, Yes, but wait a few
moments more, for my breath gives
out. Now, I'll start again" re
piled the shoe
We'll, it was a hot day and the
cobbier took me off and threw me
IN the corner, and said, It's too
hot to wear shoes and besides I can
save them" For this | was glad
enough because could see every
thing that went on palmer.
Zone day when the cobbler was
out somewhere he left the door
open and in came a dog. The dog
was rather mischievous. He would
pick up things and throw them.
The last thing the dog did he found
me. He carried me out under a
tree IN the back yard. When he
would shake me too hard / wouldn't
stand for 1t.
In my heel was nail sticking
and I scratched him on the nose. He
dropped me and off he went, leav-
ing me still under the tree.
by this time the cobbler was
looking for me all over the house.
One day he came out by the tree
and found me. He said to himself,
I'd like to know how it came to be
out here He put me on again and
said, he'd see / never was lost again.
He never wore me much longer
for was rather old by this time.
Zone day man came and asked
him if he would work on his farm
for two dollars day.
AT this the cobbler was surprise,
and answered, In deed | will for I
can make more money
when the man was gone the
cobbler danced around singing until
I grew tired.
One week passed and he came
home with his money in his pockets.
The cobble would always say,
I'll be rich now and I won't wear
these shoes again
II was quite old now any way
and he threw me out in the road
one day. I lay there a long time
until one day tramp came along,
picked me up and put me on his
foot,
This was the last ever heard or
knew about the cobbler.
Nov I'll begin my story of the
tramp.
The tramp was lazy sort of
man. When he started to lace me
he began at the bottom and only
laced half way up. The dust was
blowing il where he had not laced
all the time. And most of the time
I was smothering with dust, except
ing when he was walking in the
grass. This tramp would roam
around the woods and creeks. Ee
would never go across bridge but
just wade right through the water.
There I was wringing wet.
Zone day he went to house
where an old woman was baking
HE said, oh! it's my time to get
something to eat and up to the
door he went. The old woman saw
him coming up the porch and cried,
Away with you! Nothing here to
eat for lazy folks. So be off with
you or I'll have my dog on you. ;
But the tramp was not afraid of her.
He would do a lot of talking and
begging. Finally the old woman
said, You'll not get it for nothing,
'Yoa go and split some wood, then
I'll give you bit of dinner
''Now this is the reason I have
this large hole in the side of me-
The old t1amp did not know much
about splitting wood. He let the
axe fly side ways and cut this great
hole in my side. While he was
splitting the wood the old woman
brought him slice of warm bread
and butter with a cup of hot coffee.
When he began he drank his coffee
so greedily he burned his mouth
It made him angry and he asked her
if she had dropped Goals in the
coffee.
Indeed I never! you scoundrel.
she cried. He was too hungry to
throw it away SO he only slipped at
it. When this was all gone he