A STAMP STORY
As every true story has of necessity a location, this story is located in
the centre county of New York State, in the thriving and beautiful city of
Cortland, the county seat of Cortland county.
Tippecanoe Casey, the subject of this sketch, in the year 1892, aged 15
years, lived with his mother and two sisters in a delightfully located
home in the city of C-.
It is not at all needful to personally or morally describe our Tip (as he
was familiarly called) any further than to say he was not a model of
perfection, but just a wide-awake, well-balanced, truthful, honorable boy,
which may not be so bad a model, after all.
Upon Tip's home was a blanket, and that blanket was a mortgage that
covered almost every entire inch of it, and how to get this dreadful
covering off had been a subject of speculation with Tip and his mother for
a long tine.
But that, somehow, it should be done was Tip's greatest ambition, as many
were the plans that were arranged with that object in view, and that
almost always failed. But Tip was not to be easily discouraged and would
say, "Never mind, mother; next time we may succeed, and some time we will,
God willing."
When Tip was 11 years of age his mother's half-brother, Silas Blanchard,
who had visited many countries as an official of government, gave to Tip a
small collection of odd coins and a blank book of stamps of different
lands. Tip never tired of counting over the coins and looking at the
stamps and locating their home countries, first by his geography and later
by Scott's invaluable catalogues. 'Twas almost an endless delight to him,
and he began to study all about stamps and coins. From books left by his
uncle he found out their history, causes of emission and necessities of
the stamps of about all the countries, and the different grades of rare,
scarce and plentiful. At the time he little comprehended that all this
study would some day so redound to the happiness of them all and give him
a competency that would uncover their home from that dreadful shadow that
every year put on the appearance of taking the home from them.
Four years of study made Tip a proficient in stamp knowledge, and he, if
asked, readily told the fictitious value of almost any rare stamp, of what
country, why it was issued, and nearly all about it. His memory was
retentive of what he heard and read, especially of philately and
numismatics.
In this city of C- had lived for long years a wealthy and intelligent
German named Andrew Van B, who from 1860 to about 1884 had been a most
ardent philatelist and whose collection had become most advanced and
valuable. I had personally had the pleasure of seeing his collection upon
two occasions, and had some idea of its value. I remember that there were
shilling stamps of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, a host of them ; many
early United States and Confederate locals of provisional issues, and sets
of U. S. Departments (including the high value State), and nearly complete
U.S. postage. The greater part of them were in unused condition, and the
used were in a fine state of preservation.
In the year 1895 Mr. Van B- died from an attack of pneumonia and, I trust,
entered the German Heaven, among the blest. His heirs wished to convert
his real estate into money, and put it into the hands of a broker to be
sold. His personal effects they advertised to be sold by auction.
Now came Tip's opportunity. When the two stamp books were put up there
were but few people on account of the little publicity given the sale in
the crowd who had any idea of their worth, Tip had never seen the albums
before, but this day he was permitted to look them over, and he had quite
an idea of the collection from what he had been told previously.
Those few moments gave Tip a revelation and also a resolution. The
auctioneer called for bids, and some one bid $5 per volume. Tip doubled it
at once. For a short time there was no advance, and then some one raised
the bid another $5. Tip doubled it again, and everybody began to stare. A
woman edged toward Tip with a word of caution, but he shook his curly
head, laughing his thanks, and waited for another bid. But no bid came,
and the books were passed over to the tender care of Tip, who never was so
glad, never so happy, as when he clasped his arms around them and said
“Mine !"
There were single stamps in those books worth the $40 he gave, and Tip
knew it. But not until the albums were at home and carefully examined did
he know the treasures that were his.
The next day he took them to a friend of his who was better able to judge
accurately of their worth as a whole. That friend was so pleased with the
lovely collection that she gave him cash enough for it to remove the
mortgage from the home, and he had left how much do you think?
Exactly $237.50, of which he has carefully used a portion for necessities,
and $200 of it is in good hands, drawing Tip six per cent interest.
Who can say that a knowledge of philately and numismatics (stamps and
coins) may not some day become of exalted importance and financial benefit
to the possessor of such knowledge? It will be that and more, for no stamp
collector exists who does not learn civil government, history and
geography, and acquire a fund of knowledge of the nations of the earth
through his collection.
MAUD CHARLOTTE BINGHAM.
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