Stranger

I met him on the way last sunday He said that he is a Postmaster I said how glad to meet him and I gave him some letters to post. I met him again, yes the same person on monday. He said that he knows my father and he too a blacksmith. Then I gave him a knife to sharpen. I met him at the cemetery gravel road on Tuesday. Yes, the same gentleman. He said that he is a Pawnbroker, he knows my mother well and he lives behind the cemetery. I gave him my wedding ring and begged for money. He took it and ran away. One day when I was just passing the graveyard I saw his tomb with a photograph. and this was written. 'Once a post master and a blacksmith killed a pawnbroker died as a gambler'