The Van Buren press., 1894-11-03
.she,ll die nv,npv. den she rest. /"

"She'll die py'npy, den she rest"
1.-THE boy'll take keer Of himselft
he's the very spit Of John Gampbell's
mouth. l scringed when he read the
law to him. but he looked just like Z
photograph of his dad while he's doin'
1t. I wanted to swing my hat and
holler.s
John Campbell sat and heard this;
sat with his head bowed upon his
knees enjoying tho "gifties Of seeing
himself as others saw him. A long
time he sat thus. then ordering his
horse to be saddled he crept into the
house by the back way. got his check
book from his desk, and rode rapidly
into the town. The two miles had
never seemed so long. Over and over
in his mind he turned that speech of
Johnny's to his mother: you have rs
much to bear from him as we.s
That lawyer fellow had priced his
pale little daughter SO highly that
nothing was too good for her. while
he-oh. would Prince stumble on for
ever? The road was SO long. He re-
membered how the pale little hand
had patted the lawyers cheek in low
ing thanks When had poor Ruey's
frightened gray eyes ever voluntarily
sought his?
He was not in humor to be thwart-
ed, and when he left town Beauty WAS
with him, at what cost he never told.
She was adorned with the finest silver
mounted harness that money could buy
ia the town, and was hitched to q
stylish, light little phaeton. 1t seemed
to him he had been gone o week, but
| on referring to his watch rs he hitched
Beauty, he found he had been absent
little over four hours. He noted the
weedy lawn where a dozen or more
calves had nipped poor Ruey's flowers
He would soon fix that, he thought
That lawyer fellow with his velvet
smooth lawn and geranium beds! He
would show him!
He went softly into the house and
looked into the family room. No one
was there but his wife, and her back
was to him. He could see nothing OF
her but the neat back of her calico
gown and the soft, white nape of her
neck with the lite "scolding" curls
upon it. 1t had been long while
since he had noticed 1t, but he had
kissed 1t many q time and thought it
the prettiest neck in the world. She
WAS crying, he could see, but was
working, too, sewing buttons on a
shirt of his. He felt queer, unrea-
sonable vexation that she must feel
herself such slave that she would
not even take time to cry properly,
But in moment the sleeve of an
other of his shirts, slightly soiled, but
with d good strong arm In 1t was
around her, and a grizzly-bearded
mouth was kissing her neck again.
Some scenes are too sacred to intrune
upon, and our sacred moments should
be our own. After time the ques
tion came up: What should be done
with johnny And Mrs. Campbell
said, firmly,
He must apologize; l can't allow
him to be disrespectful."
"You-all-say he is like me. sup
pose he Isl haven't noticed'-a sigh
but if he is he won't apologize ex-
capt for his language; he told the
truth" At this moment the children
entered, Johnny looking very straight
and manly. The white anger had
gone from his face, but look of re-
sentiment still clouded his eyes, while
resolve "frmed" the lines about his
mouth.
II am sorry spoke to you as did,
sir, before mother and Ruey."
The father looked at the son with
new sight; line for line he was like
him-his very self.
very well. l excuse you. You
were provoked. You will fnd my
apology at the rack by the gate. The
carriage is your mothers, the horse
yours. Now can't you shake hands
with father and make new start2"
Ruey stood looking at the group
father, mother and son-with happi
ness smiling in her eyes. Then she
put back fallen lock Of her mothers
hair and lightly kissed it, ther
brushed bit OF lint from the table
cover, satisfied to be forgotten. Fol
that was her girls part in the world
10 be unnoticed for time and ther
receive far too much attention.
The Swedish hired man remarked te
the other: "Dot garritch more stahl 81
we expected. She gotta grease oul
shoes"
Whereupon the Missourian: "Didn
l tell ye the boy had sandP We al
amt In 1t, now. When he wants te
go of now he'll 60, 'thout help from
us. Wonner If the ole man won't le
him keep SIM oun's?"-Orange Jude
Farmer.