The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1914-03-12
OLD GORDON's
UMBRELLA
By NJ. QUAD
Copyright. 1913, by Associated Lit
erary Press.

village Of Wayne and had got to bt
sixty-five years old He had daugh
ter. who was his housekeeper, and she
was engaged to young carpenter
named Henry Billings.
All went we'll till the old man decid
ed to build a hog pen
TO build hog pen you must have
lumber and nails. Both were to he
had In the village, but when that point
was reached the old man cried out:
mo. stree. The last pound Of nails
| bought of Smith he was three nails
short. and the last lumber bought OF
Jones there were seven knots in one
board, III show 'em that I'm not to be
swindled. Take the horse and buggy
and drive over to Acton and get what
we want"
1t was seven miles to the town
named. but Henry took the ancient rig
and set Off cheerfully. In the back OF
the buggy and unknown and unnoticed
by him was the tragedy. It was an
old Bingham umbrella. Just how old
it was there was no authentic record.
but old Gordon had time and again de-
clared it was the verltable rain she'd
der carried over the head Of General
| Washington when he crossed the Della
ware.
Old Gordon wasn't church member,
but he attended the Methodist services
regularly and was prompt with his
pew rent On one occasion the minis
ter doubted the age and adventures of
that umbrella. and for the next two
years he lost the attendance of the
owner and $50 year pew rent.
Henry Billings pursued his way to
the town Of Acton with all the limo
cence Of an unshorn lamb. On arriv-
ing there he hitched old Dobbin to q
post and went to see about the lum-
Der. A stray COW was wandering about
the streets. and the idea came to her
to investigate the buggy. There she
found the umbrella. She had never
tasted Bingham, and she took a gin
gerly bite. It was good. She hauled
the article out of the buggy and was
chewing the remains Of it when Hen
ry returned. Not knowing the pres
ence Of the umbrella. he did not chide
the cow, nor did he pick up the ribs
and handle and carry them back. He
drove home whistling and was proceed
ing to tell what a hog pen bargain he
had made when the father Of his loved
one rummaged in the back end Of the
buggy and cried out:
Where in smoke is that umbrella!
wv what umbrella"
MY umbreIl."
II haven't seen it.
"You are a liar. 1t was In the back
end of the buggy. always keep it
there to keep it from the rats. Where
is it,"
"Why. over at Acton I saw cow
chewing the rags of an umbrella, but
it didn't occur to me that
'Oh. it didn't shouted the old man.
well. femme tell you that something
else will occur to you right here and
now! Don't you ever darken my door
again.
OF course young Billings could not
force his way into the house against
the wishes Of the father. Every one
predicted an elopement. but none came
of. The lovers met at intervals for a
minute outside the house. but both
thought it better to wait for the old
man to wear his crouch out. More
than year had passed. and be show.
ed no sign Of giving in. when tin
peddler came along one day who knew
Billings and said:
IF you were smart you'd have had
the knot tied long ago"
You know the old man. do you. and
how sot he is in his ways?"
I'm bring the old man around as
slick as grease If you'll invest S."
Its go!'
The peddler was in Acton the day Of
the tragedy. He had picked up the
handle and ribs Of the umbrella, cal
culating to have new cover put on
It took him week, calling from house
to house, to find housewife with a
piece Of old Bingham thrown away in
the garnet. but he found it and had a
cover made Of it.
One day the peddler drove up and
said to old Gordon:
Il haven't come to ask you to buy
tinware, but it's case Of conscience"
81 don't believe it," was the grouchy
reply
II stole your old umbrella out OF the
buggy at Acton"
by thunder!"
II am a great admirer Of Washing
ton and wanted souvenir of him, but
my conscience won't let me keep what
I stole. Here it is"
by John. but it's herr exclaimed
the old man as he received and inspect
ed it.
''Same one l stole. You can see that
there's w cut into the handle"
"Of course there Is. I've seen 1t a
million times. Washington cut it with
his own hand that winter at Valley
Forge"
''And your forgive me?"
"Kinder. but not quite. It was