The Misjudged Man

Jonathan Rabone was a lonely, poor man, in a former farmhouse, at the outskirts of the village. It was cold that Saturday afternoon and the first snow of the season came whirling down from the dark winter sky. He had cut some more wood from a dead pine tree, behind the stable. In a corner of his living room, he had a fire with an iron pot hanging above it on a copper chain. That was how he made pea-soup with a leg of pork in it. Anne had been to the local grocer for her mother, to buy some...