Once there was a very young
girl, the only child of her widowed mother. On a chilly morning in December, as
she gathered sticks for firewood, she happened upon a leather pouch full of
gold coins. Running home, jumping with joy, twirling around, she gave her
mother the treasure she found. Together they counted the coins, fifteen of
them. The girl couldn't stand still. She danced, she smiled, she laughed, she
waved her arms in the air. But her mother, being an honest woman, sighed
deeply and said, "My
child, this money does not belong to us. Go back and try to find the rightful
owner. Perhaps you will receive a reward." The girl, in
shock, returned with heavy steps along the path where she found the pouch.
Villagers were coming and
going, wishing each other a Merry Christmas here and a Merry Christmas there.
About noon a rich man came down the path, turning his head this way and that,
searching for something. The girl stepped forward and asked very timidly, "Sir, what are you looking
for?" "A purse," he replied, "I've lost my purse." The
young girl held out the pouch of gold coins and asked, "Is this your purse?" "It
certainly is," he replied, and snatched it from her hand. She
looked at him expectantly, but the man was a miser. He didn't want to
give a reward. After counting the coins he turned a mean eye toward the girl,
and said loud enough for those passing by to hear, "I had twenty gold coins. Where are the other
five?" "But sir," the girl replied trembling, "there were only fifteen."
Grabbing her by the shoulders, the ungrateful miser shouted, "Give back the five gold coins you
have stolen!"
People gathered when they heard
the child crying and proclaiming her innocence as the man shook her vigorously.
Just then the local magistrate came forth from the midst of the crowd and
stepped between the girl and the man. "Did
you count the coins yourself?" he asked her. "Yes," she sobbed,
"and my mother,
too." The judge called for the mother and when she came,
he asked her how many coins were in the purse. "Fifteen," she said. The rich
merchant bellowed out, "They're
lying! I had twenty gold coins."
The wise magistrate looked up
and down at the well-dressed man in his fine clothes, and then at the poor
widow with her ragtag daughter. He pondered for a moment. A serious look
crossed his face as he asked the angry puffy-jowled merchant, "Are you absolutely certain there
were twenty gold coins in your purse?" He replied, "Yes, of course I am."
Turning to the mother and child, the judge smiled and said, "The merchant assures me he lost a
purse containing twenty gold coins. This one has only fifteen. Clearly, it
cannot be the same one. Since no one has come forward to claim a lost purse
with fifteen coins you may keep this one. The case is closed."
At this judgment the crowd broke into cheers and the miser went away shamed and
undone by his own greed.
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