The Arkansaw traveler. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1882-1???, 1889-03-16
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horn. l would have come sooner and offered my
services consOling agent and general adviser but
was not In town at the time Of Freds escapade and
did not hear OF 1t until | returned Yesterday OF
course, 1t is serious matter but ii does warrant
complete surrender to grief Mother couldn't
look worse il Fred had committed suicide though
father tells me that she has improved greatly.
The woman is simply adventurer, and will soon
grow tired of her infatuated adorer. Mr.. Bur-
wood, do you feel like taking a stroll?",
EYES," answered.
"Let us go across the fields" said he. "Do you
want TO go, LuZelle?"
"NO, am sunburned enough as II Is"
"All right, go and shut yourself up"
The field hands "laying by" the corn
Crickets chrruped in the rank crab grass that
grew in the "turn rows" and the "dry fy," with
his rasping song startled from his hiding place
under the bending corn blades, flew away with an
angry buzz. We went into the woods and strollcd
along a deep shaded path whose edges were green
with moss. felt that was with a man who WAS
inspired with that lofty sentiment-a love of
nature. We were silent, both of seeming to
feel that even the sofest voice could be but harsh
in comparison with the low and sweet murmur of
the trembling leaves. When we had reached the
"pike," and had turned toward home Osbury asked
me how liked the neig boz hood
"My admiration of the scenery-the woods and
fields" answered, "cannot find expression"
"The longer you stay here the better you will
like your surroundings. OF course, there Is an
absence OF what some men term life days come
without Il tremOr OF excitement, and, with an
undisturbed sigh, sink into night, but the air Ia
full OF pleasing fancies quiet contemplation seems
to lie spread out the fields, and in the thickly
wooded places deep reverie has its home. Nearly
all my life, dreaming life, too, has been spent
this farm. | can look back upon but few Incidents
for my existence has been a series of conditions. |
am not one of the class that makes a country great
am an idler, only serious when the atmosphere is
heavy, and on'y gay when the atmosphere is light
| could never make money! devoted much study
n n tab lint Gfil Ky
the ninth line; have done nothing, and yet am
not discouraged. look with confidence to the
future, yet know not why, feeling "a do, that
shall never accomplish any thing. am not lazy
take pleasure in chopping down a large tree not
that the performance may result in pile OF wood
but that enjoy the grand destruction of the trees
fall If a man borrows dollar from me, never
think of its return, and If borrow a dollar from
man do not think of repaying him. Am boring
your" he asked.
"a man is bored by delineation of his
own character" | rejoined. ale may be chafed
and he may squirm but he is far from feeling the
rusty auger. You have told me much of my SELF
Mr.. Osbury."
He looked at me and smiled. al thought So" he
said; al recognized our relationship, or l should
not have given you my photograph. In the matter
of acquaintanceship, few minutes can sometimes
accomplish the work of years. Even now feel
that you know me better than do some men who
held me on their knees when was a child and who
have seen me almost daily since that time"
AS we neared Gaps cabin we saw Jack and his
wife in the yard. The woman turning a
grindstone, unenviabe assig nment, surely, and
the man grinding scythe. We stopped at
the fence, and Gap, upon seeing US, exclaimed
"W'y, howdy, gentlemen. Ef hadenter seed
you wouldenter know'd YOU"
"He put aside the scythe, and lazily throwing
one leg over a corner of the grindstone frame
bumped himself into that lungs. depressing position
so common among men who have spent much of
their lives in a tobacco field The pale child across
whose face there was still a smear of molasses and
ashes, looked up with wan smile but, too much
interested to be drawn from its work of mysterious
diagram making, turned away and continued to
mark on the ground with a stick.
said