The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-01-11

Clark made nothing, for the seventeen
| year locusts were abroad and RUNE
everything.
| Little by little he sold his farm in
PIGMENTS, horses, stock, and finally hi
1 furniture. At last the worst bio,
came. The house was rented to az
other farmer, and although Clark n
fused to leave his farm. as he stil
called it, the day came when he foun
himself set down in the road, wit
only twS or three pieces of furnitur
left to Him His anger knew no bound
and he shook his fist at the tenants
shrieking out in frenzy of rage:
ut is my land. Mine! You've n,
right to it." All to no avail. Nigh
came, and the old man, jaded ant
worn, nearly crazed with grief ant
misfortune, sat down by the roadsid,
to think. What should he do? At las
his decision was made.
1.-THE lands NINE" he murmursd
LAS long as I'm on it, they can't take
it away from me. I'll stay on it and
mebbe I'll get justice some day" Sc
he took piece of old sheeting, made
tent just large enough to hold a
chair, table and rickcty cot bedstead,
all that was left of his furniture. Thus
he settled down in his new home, on
a corner of the farm. The people rent
ing the place were good-natured folk,
and they let him remain. He made a
little money, enough to supply his few
wants, by gardening, or helping his
in the harvest fields
He had under cultivation few feet
of ground and was unmolested by his
Most of them scarcely
dared to speak to him, so strongly did
he preserve the taciturnity of a man
who thinks himself wronged. Some
times he would cry aloud for Justice"
and tell his woes to a passer-by, but
more often he refused to speak to any
'ne. In the ten years after his farm
vas sold he saw no one but the farm
RS for whom he worked.
1t was a lonely country. The road
tretched straight for miles, at one
md apparently terminating in the
ky-line. The other seemed to run
nto Jesse Clark's tiny house, but that
vas because the path made sudden
urn at the foot of the hill where the
ut was. Clark's tent had merged into
little cabin, few boards roughly
allied together. with room enough
Or the furniture the tent had con-
aimed. A stranger passing down the
BAD one summer day glanced at the
uaint place, nearly buried in flowers.
A syringa bush grew at one side the
ouse, its long arms clothed in white |
lessons. stretched protectingly a bout
lie tiny window, encircling it in
eauty, and reaching far over the low
anting roof.
In front was a little plot planted
18th flowers and vegetables; a dozen
urdy cabbages were beginning to
cad, some early potatoes were in
Dom, and inside the old snake fence,
early hidden by wild grape vine,
me purple and red columbines
oomed. their gorgeous bells seeming
ring mathis In the sunshine Some
verified cracked flower-pots pro-
cted from the blazing sun
lung tomato plants not yet firmly
oted. A robin chirped on choke I
erry tree near by, and in the back
ound were scrub oaks, their trunks
owing pinlSish sprouts and an I'M
rgrowth of elder bushes and rabbit 1
rries. The fields beyond were full
grain, the soft green tufts of wheat &
oking like turf, and the waving rye I
low in the brilliant sunshine.
Jesse Clark sat ut the door, his head
his horny hand. Upon his furrowed,
face he wore pecul- {
: expression. 1t was a mingling of
gged determination and dreariness,
metimes one predominating, at times
g other.
The stranger paused, and looking at
old man said: ''Good-day, sir. C
n you tell me whose farm this isp'' +
As he spoke the dreamy look in t
irk's dark eyes melted into anger. v
Stranger" he said, this land is s
ne. all mine. live here in this hut,
cause l have been robbed of my v
use up there" pointing to the farm b
use on the hill, land 1 cannot get
stice!' Il
How were you robbed?' asked the d
anger, tall dark man with keen
'ewd face. He seated himself on a
fence corner and listened to the a
mans story. The man of one idea Il
en- expresses himself well and fore d
y where his hobby is concerned.
1centration will cause lesser powers NJ
mind to seem greater than weighty rC
ulties frittered over many fields of
'ught All real upheavals have
N made by 'cranks," so-called: men OF
o have brought all their powers to ii