THE OLD MAN SMILED.

Kumara Times, Issue 268, 14 August 1877, Page 2

THE OLD MAN SMILED.

One time there was a good old man living in Detroit. slen who gazed upon his snowy looks and wrinkled face whispered to each other. "Re is a good old man who has not long to live." The old man had been well off in his day, but when he found himself on the shady side"oflife,'wife - dead and home broken up, safd'lje^to ( ;has son. "Here, William, take all*l have and let your home be my-hwofftmtil Idle?* The son took the and the father was given a corner. All went well for a yesrV?6rso,#nd then' the son's wife it uncomfortable for the nice old «ian, and one cold ■ day. in winter ltd- W£s told that hadbettec go to H&u^T-rNpyai Sjcotial The old man's heaiciiWasi'Bflire., as hei went out into tie when night came he cowered on ardoorstep and-wept likea child. nkakfiag this chin music up there?" called a reporter, whose 'steps by the sobs. By and by/ tne story wag told. " Come down to the sfcatfon with? me," said the reporter 1 ,• old man's arm. "I'll help-'y64tc^fix your son." Next' morning one of-the. daily papers contained an it#n t 6 the effect that an old heart had, been found ; pandering *h4 streets at night, and to the Worth* of United* [States, bonds were i found on him. The old man readitoverthree times, slapped his point, and.a beautiful^smile covered his face. In about an hour his-son William , rushed into! the JFather, dsarfather, AJJ of us were crying all > night IgjjMajiS my wife- is now lying state on your account l'A>cThet>ldrsflan went home with liiin, i.winking at th» lamp posts and simUngriaSTffaß "inruetl thd He bad all back, and the son pipe and a pair of very' day. ■ Well, son ventured to snggeet>that?i&e| bonds hacl better be turnjed every time man would, jwnflft * n ecfc to milk cans or the necessity of counteifeiteife'feikmg'niore their lead nickela. The other day the father went'' to bed to' diei andt than before as he lay l waiting for tike summons. ~The son said bis r ßeari,was then old man's cjothes to find;bdhds. ,Ho searched the->barn, and tne garret.and the cellar, and finally death- was near, he tbe«djj man and whispered : « Father, do you know met' "Oh, yes—£ fchft** yoo like a book," replied the' dying man. " And, 'you know. I suppose yon to purchase you a monument.?') " Correct, William," whispered the Jkther, winking a ghastly' wink,' same old sraih* covered his Jaoe clea&i came to take* hlra to iome. When evening fell ariA the sou ? s wife were* wildly 5 seeching the straw bed to get'their\ hands on those bonds, a reporter stood? fitHfer-fthe gas lamp across the thumb on his nose he-sweetly-called out: "Sold again and got the tin—next filial son step