The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1876-08-11
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were harmless Ones hnu PeoPio "hO
knew him best rather laughed at them
than feared them.
The farmer had two sons, Marcus, a
good steady boY, who worked with his
father on the farm, and Horatio, who
was just home from college, and was
considered handsome and smart by all
the neighbors.
Mrs. Brown had been dead some years,
and her sister, Miss Erminetta Gnggs,
better known as Aunt Emmy, was house
keeper and general manager Of the men,
folks on the farm.
Aunt Ermy was a. very industrious
woman, both with her hands and with
her tongue, and could do more and say
more in a given time than any other
woman in the village Of Tusculom. She
knew IL. and was proud Of her gift. As
she was also a woman who always knew
"what was what" and could give il to
you IN q nutshell, her opinion Of the
family was Of couse perfectly reliable, as
well a. pithy and concise.
"You see, Horatio is smart, but he's
lazy. Here he's been 4 home most two
months, and here he is, readin', and fish
in, and huntin', that's what Ratio does.
And brother aint very patient, and ma
terally he don't like that kind Of doin's.
He's awful disappointed, and gets angry
At Ratio: but Ratio takes il as cool as
cowcumber, and brother gets angrier
and angrier, and things aint az they'd
orter be. Now look at Marcus; he aint
particular handsome 10 look at, but
'handsome is as handsome does That's
what sayp'
And what she said was true. Marcus
WAS very handsome in all his doings
and Horaiio was, indeed, very lazy
When his father asked him what he in
tended to do with all his learning
Horaiio would look very wise for alittlt
while, and then answer:
"I really don't know, father. Ihave
nj decided yet. am studying nature
just now"
Then he would take his gun or hi
fshing-line and saunter away, as if ma
ture had an appointment with him, anC
he had just recollected it. And Mr.
Brown went back to his work, grumb
ling to himself, and sometimes it mad,
him petulant even with Aunt Ermy ant
Marcus, who had done nothing wrong.
Things were bad enough in the sum
Dier, but in the autumn something hap
pened which made them still worse
One bright, cool morning, when Horati'
was on his way to the woods to xii
partridges, he saw great cloud Of dus
rising from the middle Of the road, an,
coming rapidly toward him. Then h
saw n red COW, and the next instant, i
the thickest Of the dust behind, he saw
girl holding fast to the cows tail, an
running with all her might.
"why, that's Gazena Hartman" h
said to himself. Then he said alout
"Zena, what are you doins?"
II am having n rideW she answered
laughing merrily, and showing all he
little teeth as she flew out of sight.
But Horatio could not forget her.
Gazena's red cheeks, her flashing eye
her curly brown hair, flying in the win'
were before him all day, and saved Il
lives Of many little birds.
"How she has grown, and how brigl
and pretty che is." "Having a ride
indeedl "How handsome she woul
look In a fine carriagep And he ha
great many other thoughts on the san
interesting subject.
After supper he asked his father:
"what Ia Hartman doing now? Do
he &c, on we'll with his little farm?"
"I don't know" answered Mr.. Brow
gruflly. 81 have enough to do mindil
my own business. don't meddle wi
other peoples"
Horatio did not make any reply; b
as he had no busines of bis own to mil
he thought he would meddle just lit
Hartman is a worthy man if he is
Dutchman, and il would please him
be noticed in a friendly way. PeoI
ought TO be kind to each other in Il
hard world"
The very next morning Horatio to
the trouble TO 20 to Hartman's farm,
be kind to his neishbor. Gazena '
not visible, but Gazena's father, sh
and stout, stood at the gate, smoking
pipe.
'Good-morning, said Horatio. kind
"How do you dor"
"Dopretty WELL" answered the far
or.
"Fine morning." said Horatio.
Mr.. Hartman looked round to
how fine the morning was, but he rese
ed his opinion.
III hope Mrs. Hartman is we'll"
"Yes, yes, pretty we'll" answered
husband. "She's very bissy. We are
very bissy. And now go to work
mine field. Goot-day."
A few days afterward the young n
went again to the little farm preser
some birds to Gazena's father. 81 E
them myself," he explained.
"Sol nefer kill de leedle pirds,"
Mr.. Hartman regretfully.
Then Horatio kindly offered to CT
them into the house.
"Nein, nein, do dat mineself,"
the farmer. "Mine wife, she's very,
bissy always. She wants no strange
Piles around. Our bace is not
vone, and likes to lif by himself.
Horaiio understood that delicate
and retired politely. lie was provo
but he did not tell his neighbor so.
father Of such daughter must be b
orcd il he was blunt.
As for Gazena herself, Horatio c
not understand her at all. When
happened to meet him, she gave a
nod, a shy look, and a merry smile,
che meyer spoke 10 him, or stopped