Around 1894, there was a gardener named Bob. In addition to going to church every Sunday, he often prayed for others to God intently and was willing to obey what God had told him. He faithfully carried out his task and served his master for over 40 years. He loved to take care of plants, growing them, watering their fresh buds and shoots, and gloating them ripen in the tree shades. He spared little time staying with his own family and always focus on taking care of his master, patiently and uncomplainingly. Indeed, he was from head to toe an ordinary family man but an excellent, loyal and God-loving servant.
One day, the old gardener worrily hurried to his master, Geld, who was the richest landlord and merchant in the town near London. He panted, "Something wrong will be happening, my dear lord"
"Take your time, Bob, don't be so hesitating."
"But forgive me, Lord, it is what I wish to see least. It would be you that concern."
"Well, go on and tell me what shall I encounter", the master tried to calm down his old servant; somehow he felt a bit amusing but comforted when a person close to him paid so much care about him.
"I had a terrible dream; I saw very clearly an angel came down and told me that the wealthiest man in this town will die at midnight today... My lord, I know it is but a dream, anyway I'm really worried and don't wish that happen. You ought to be very careful till tomorrow."
The master, however, though not quite convinced, called for the physician home and had his body carefully examined and urged to stayed by his side till midnight, without leaving his living room a single step.
After the clock stroke 12, the master and his doctor gave a long sigh of relief. Being aware of his survival, the master turned a bit angry with his old servant; a shade of blaming has inevitably been put on his slightly scared, pale face. At this moment, there a knock on the door.
"Who are you? Since it's been so late," the master questioned. "So sorry to bother you, Sir. But I have to tell you my father died half an hour ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that, young lady. Who is your father then?" the master replied fairly listlessly.
"My father is Bob L. Williams, Sir. He is your gardener."
Translated by pollinikrys
One day, the old gardener worrily hurried to his master, Geld, who was the richest landlord and merchant in the town near London. He panted, "Something wrong will be happening, my dear lord"
"Take your time, Bob, don't be so hesitating."
"But forgive me, Lord, it is what I wish to see least. It would be you that concern."
"Well, go on and tell me what shall I encounter", the master tried to calm down his old servant; somehow he felt a bit amusing but comforted when a person close to him paid so much care about him.
"I had a terrible dream; I saw very clearly an angel came down and told me that the wealthiest man in this town will die at midnight today... My lord, I know it is but a dream, anyway I'm really worried and don't wish that happen. You ought to be very careful till tomorrow."
The master, however, though not quite convinced, called for the physician home and had his body carefully examined and urged to stayed by his side till midnight, without leaving his living room a single step.
After the clock stroke 12, the master and his doctor gave a long sigh of relief. Being aware of his survival, the master turned a bit angry with his old servant; a shade of blaming has inevitably been put on his slightly scared, pale face. At this moment, there a knock on the door.
"Who are you? Since it's been so late," the master questioned. "So sorry to bother you, Sir. But I have to tell you my father died half an hour ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that, young lady. Who is your father then?" the master replied fairly listlessly.
"My father is Bob L. Williams, Sir. He is your gardener."
Translated by pollinikrys
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