hat pulled down sullenly over his eyes. He did not drink; he uttered no word. His misfortune completely broke him down. He was afraid to look into the eyes of men, because he feared that from the lips of all would come the malicious question, "What has become of your famous fur cloak?"
But hope did not forsake him. He felt it that the dear treasure would ere long come back to him. It could not be lost; whoever stole it could not use it. The whole county knew it to be his.
And he was not mistaken. The news came that the thieves were caught and the stolen property recovered and was by that time in the hands of the County Judge. Within four days the rightful owner could recover it, or else it would be auctioned off as property found or recovered whose owner could not be identified.
Immediately he started on his way to the castle to reclaim it; he did not hesitate a second, he went to demand his own.
The County Judge made no objections, he admitted that the fur cloak was there and sil
A translation of a Hungarian folk tale. Filcsik is a poor, lazy, boot-maker who disowns his only daughter when she refuses to marry the man he chose for her. She elopes instead, does well for herself, and tries to get back in her father's good graces.
Filcsik is a good character, and the ending was an interesting surprise.