Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1893-03-25
TOMS GRATITUDE.

If you want to encourage a worth
less young man to be something you
don't want to give him advice full OF
chestnut" worms You don't want
to tell him what The could be it he'd
only made an effort" AS long as you
smooth his hair the right way, he'll
never make an effort. You must
punch him until he is ready to howl
with pain. You must irritaGe his
s'combativeness, and that organ get
ting aroused, will communicate Its
energy to surrounding organs. The
result will be,-if there's a latent
spark of manhood in the fellow
that he'll Jump up, smack the dust
from bis pantaloons and go to work.
Make him mad, if possible. Tell him
he's worthless; has no iron in his
blood; very little brain, and 1t Of
Door quality, and nine times out Of
ten he'll teach you that you don't
know him.
Tom Bloomfield of Magofin County,
Eastern Kentucky, was too lazy to
slap fly from his nose. He was
even too INDECENT to make success
full fisherman He'd let the fish take
the bait before he could summon the
energy that would enable him to
'jerk." AS a matter Of course, he
was good humored fellow. No one
disliked him. There must be some
positive qualities in a man before he
is lucky enough to make enemies No
one begrudged him a meals victuals,
although, as old Aunt Becky Smith
often remarked: ut wuz jist like
flxin' ter cook fer a drove of harvest
hands when Tom Bloomfield was ter
eat"
Tom was big and handsome. He
was over six feet tall, straight as an
arrow" finely proportloned, and
weighed 200 pounds. His complexion
was light, of course,-dark men are
rarely lazy-his hair was bright and
curly, his features Were handsome
almost beautiful, he had a per-
ennial smile on his face. His eyes
were large, but the lids being loose
and heavy, they were about half shut
all the time.
Hopeless as seemed Toms nature
and condition, he was in love, and
foolish as it may seem to the reader,
a very energetic, spirited, and withal,
beautiful rural beauty was in love
with him. She knew how foolish it
was to love Tom, but what does love
care for intellectual decisions?
The name Of this young lady was
Kitty Martin. She was the daughter
OF a prosperous mountain farmer.
The father never objected to her
keeping company with Tom, because
he believed that she had too much
sense to take to him seriously.
One day the two, Kitty and Tom,
were out beneath large apple tree
in her fathers orchard. Tom was
laying fat on his back, his head rest,
ing on his locked arms. Kitty sat
with her back against the trunk OF
the tree, Knitting. They had been
silent for long while. Kitty was
thinking Tom must be asleep, when,
all at once, he wiped the ball Of his
forehnger across his eyelids, lazily
grunted a time or two and spoke:
"Kitty."
WHAT" absentIy spoke Kitty
"Der We reckon me and you viii
ever git married in this 'ere world?'
mo" laconicalIy responded Kitty
"Why, Kit?"
seThar il several reasons"
Name ore or two, won't yes
drowsily spoke Tom.
oval, one il, we'd have to have Ii
cense."
Course"
'Course, ana cou. IT'S outer TIT
question to think you'd ever ihav,
enough money ter buy 'em."
"Why, K1tp
sand then thar'd be a preacher te
pay"
''Why, Kit"
'.An' then you'd have ter hav,
sumthin' decent ter wear"
"WhY Kit"
'sAn' we'd have ter have sumthin
ter liv on arter marriage"
"Why, Kit"
cam it would be necessary fer yo1
ter work little, too"
"Whv. Kitm
And Tom laughed as loud as hi
reluctant energies would permit. Blu
Kitty didn't crack smile" Sh
looked serious-nay, angry, as angr
asst was possible for her to look wher
Tom was concerned.
s'Oh. We needn't ter laugh an max
fun, Tom," she spoke, a little spo
Of angry blood burning in each cheel
LIT amt no laughin' matter"