Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-12-14
Borrowers not Wanted Here

Mr.. Podgers is one of our we'll TODD
farmers, who, by dint of hard knocks and
carefulness, has secured a good degree of
independence.
-Four persons make up the family, Su-
sic Hannah, the industrious wife, John
Henry, the only son, and Mabel Gay, a
fair miss of sixteen.
One day, few months since, Mr.. Pod
gers came in from tho field little earlier
than usual and threw himself thoughtful
ly into the rocker, and commenced put
ting that useful piece Of furniture into
rapid rocking motlon;a habit he had
when some momentous question pressed
upon his brain.
"What now, Mr., Podgers?" asked Susie
Hannah, as she noticed tho movement of
the husband.
"Why," said he, "Susie Hannah, I tell
you what I have been thinking about. I
have made up my mind that I have been
working long enough and hard enough
tor any one man. And there is John Hen
ry-I don't want him to have it as have
had it. The schoolmaster says he has
the head Of statesman, and I am sure
he will make No. 1 doctor, lawyer, or
professional man of some. sort, If it is SELL
Ing lightning rods, Jim Tapley wants to
rent the place, and Bill Philips wants to
rent his house and lot at Cantelope Cor
ners, and it is nice place with currants,
and grapes and cherries, and all SIGH in
the yard, and John Henry can 90 to the
high school at the Corners, and Mabel
Gay can take music lessons on the piany
fort, and am sure we will all like it bet
ter. and it will be better for US all.
"MeDbe," said Susie Hannah, IN a
short, sententious way she had OF reply
ing to Mr.. Podger's suggestions.
eyes," continued Mr.. Podgers, "and
there is another thing-I am just sick
and tired of the everlasting borrowing
that people keep up here. I don't see
whyapeople don't get their own things,
and be always borrowing of somebody
else. There's the old man Close; there
amt week, but it is something or other.
It is either the loan OF pillow or harrow
or wagon to haul an extra load, or
horse, or saddle, or something. And it
is never brought back. Whenever T want
it, it is there, and like enough broke at
that. And the Mu,icks and Gads and
Tom Smiths and Bill Donnel's are Just
as bad. It's enough to keep one hand
and horse at work half the time to hunt
up lent things. I heard Preacher Good
un readin, one day from the Bible suth-
ing about borrower being servant to the
lender; but think it's other end fore
most, for eff amt been servant to the
borrowers I don't know anything about
it. Now when we get into the Corners,
that'll all he done with, and we shan't be
vexed that way no more"
"Mebbe," responded Susie Hannah.
And so, fer MI. Pod gers had way of
doing things to suit himself, the change
was made. The stock, except a couple
of favorite cows, span of nice young
horses, and some pigs and chickens were
disposed of; the implements except a
wagon and buggy was sold and on a
pleasant day the truck was hauled to
the new home IN Cantelope Corners.
The event of the new arrival was, of
course, matter of interest at the cor
ners. It had been discussed at the post
office and the two town stores, and as
the procession eff the movers was on its
way down Main Street, groups of observ-
ers at the windows and On the sidewalk
carefully noted everything.
Mr.. Podgers was busy with his hands
unloading and moving articles from the
wagons to the house, when he was saiu.
ted in familiar manner with:
"Good day, How do you do?"
Turning to notice the person by whom
he was addressed, he found stand
ing before him man whose every ex-
preston indicated that he was in for
business.
''Good day." said Mr.. Pedgers.
expect to be done soon?" asked the
visitor.
"Well,' said Mr.. Podgers, 1--WE have to
send the teams right back for some more
goods.''
"O!" said the gentleman, s'could get
one of your teams just about half an hour
to draw little jog of a load from the
store up to my house?"
"Not to day." replied the aston1shed
and COMPOUNDED Mr.. Podgers; and as the
man retreated, Mr.. Podgers said to him.
self:
"Well, don't that beat you?"
Scarcely had he time to collect his
thoughts before he was startled by anoth-
er call.
clio, neighbor," said the speaker,
stout, short-built man, dressed roughly,
with one pant leg stuffed in the top OF
his boot, his hat setting carelessly one
side his head, and sucking violently at I.
five-center, "Ho2 neighbor, will you get
through moving to-day2"
"DOn't know, ;" said Mr.. Podgers,