New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-05-01
a fact. He'll get sick enough Of his
bargain before spring, but it will do him

q fact. He'll get sick enough Of his
bargain before spring, but it will do him
good
! Tom filled his hand-cart with the feed,
and, tying the rope around Clover's neck,
started again to take her back. I don't
know What the people along the road
thought 10 see the calf going back and
forth so often. But Tome didn't care. He
kept straight on and carried the calf to
Bessie's door.
"Here she is, Bess, and here's enough
to feed her one week, anyway, and I'll
see that she has enough all winter, unless
I get sick, and don't feel very sick now
Don't catch me backing out Of this
scrape! No, sir. ee! II
| All winter Tom was up betimes in the
morning, fed and watered the cattle,
|groomed the horses, and did whatever
was required. He carried Clover's feed
over every week or two, and never once
complained. His father watched him
curiously, and every week congratulated
himself on the good lesson he was teach
ing him.
At last spring came. The tender grass
began to sprout, and Clover could keep
herself, from the pastures and meadows:
The farmers were all blowing and bar
rowing, and getting the ground ready for
planting. Everybody was busy and in a
hurry, as usual. Mr.. Moore was improv-
ing, but was still very weak. His affairs
looked very discouraging to him, and his
| depressed state of mind did much to re-
tard his recovery.
! He had bought the farm where he was
living only the spring before, after the
planning season was over, expecting to
earn enough by his trade, that of car
penter, through the following season to
enable him to buy seed and to thorough
ly plant the whole place in the spring.
Instead Of that he was taken sick soon
after he bought it, and had been obliged
to sell his stock to get money to live up
on. And now, right in the busy season,
when every hour seemed worth day at
any other time, he was taken sick, with
no money to buy seed or the necessary
farming implements, or to hire the need.
ed help. With his mind overwhelmed
with encouragement he sat one evening
in the doorway of his house, and looked
hopelessly on his still unemployed land.
At the same time Mr.. Thyson was riding
slowly along, having made an unusually
good trip with his meat, and was review
ing in his mind with great satisfaction
the prosperous condition of his affairs.
| As he passed he saw Mr.. Moore sitting
pale and worried. A feeling Of sympathy
took strong hold of him, and he was
tempted to stop and have a talk with
him, but those fields waiting to be plow-
ed and sown, spoke to him SO plainly
and reproachfully that he concluded he
would better bow and 90 along.
Pm sorry for Moore he said to him
self; /" that's a fact I'd be glad to give
him a lift, but I've got my own family to
look out for. If I had always given
away to my feelings I wonder where I
should be now. o no! no; it never will
do. Mop
But as he drew up to his own house
the sight Of his broad acres SO carefully
planted, and the neat, thrifty appearance
Of all the surroundings, did not give him
the feeling Of satisfaction he was enjoy
ing before he met Mr.. Moore. AS he
went into the kitchen where his wife was
busy getting supper, he said, glancing
out of tho window at Tom, who was hav-
| ing grant frolic with his dogs:
| ut does me good to see Tom playing.
He has had hard winter Of it. But I'm
glad let him go through it. 1t has
taught him lesson he will never forget,
guess.
! Yes think very likely" gently an
swered his wife; " but I have thought
many times, father, that Tom was teach
eng a more important lesson than the one
he was learning. But come, supper's
| ready She then stepped to the door
and called Tom, and the subject was not
continued. As Tom came in breathless
from play, his father remarked:
"That's better fun than working Clo-
vcr's board and carrying it over to her,
isn't it?"
eyes, sir. But Tn afraid, if Mr..
Moore doesn't hurry up and plant, Clever
will be marching back here in spite Of
me. next fall. wish was rich man.
I'LL bet I'd make things look different
over there in no time.''
Mr.. Thyson made no reply, but finish
cd his supper and went outinto the yard,
where he stood leaning on the fence, APP
parently in deep thought. AS Bill, his
head man on the farm. came along, he
stopped him. and they had a quiet talk
together.
Meantime Mr.. Moore had gone into his
house, utterly unable to throw off the
gloomy thoughts which filled his mind.
Hesaw no way out of his difficulties.
The faith and hope which had kept him
up till now seemed gone. He went to
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