Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1902-05-31
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Loudon! It's bad enough as it is, but
that will make it ever so much worse.
met Kate in the post Office yesterday,
and she pretended not to see me-"
Tom HARDWOOD raped the iron from
The plane he was using, and began to
whet it on the oilstone.
"Tm with you, Dorothy" he said,
shut what are you going to do about 1t?
Father has settled it in his mind that
the major is wrong, and he's going to
law about it down here in Alabama,
Just the same as he would back in
New Hampshire. He isn't bitter about,
It. and he can't see why the major
should be-"
The bright-haired young girl sitting
on the end of the workbench nodded
her head emphatically.
II know" she said. "But the major
a. bitter; he'd be untrue to all his ira
ditions if he wasn't. Going to law with
anybody down here is just like dec
laration of war. The neighbors take 1t
up on both sides, and there's no end OF
trouble. Just look at the Peterses and
the Reeds! They're readyto fly at each
other like cats and dogs all the time"
Tom laughed.
elf it comes to that it will be pretty
one-sided with u.s." he said. "The
Loudens used to own the whole valley
before the war, and they set the pace
for nearly everybody in it now. And
90 between the blue-blooded old major
and a despised Yankee farmer, who
persists in blowing deeper than his
neighbors, and making money when
everybody else is losing it"
snow, Tom. you know that isn't fair.
We couldn't have been treated better
anywhere than we were two years ago,
when we came here with mother sick,
and father discouraged, and every
thing so dreadfully dreary and-and
tacky. Everybody was just as kind and
thoughtful as could be. They never
asked where we came from, and they
didn't seem to care"
Toms plane was curling long shaw
ings from the edge of the board, and
he laughed again. He was a broad
shouldered young fellow. with reso-
lutte jaw and unafraid eyes, and laugh
ing came easy to him.
att costs pet prejudice or two, but
you're right, little sister. There is no
north nor south any more. But that
doesn't help US out of our tangle with
the major"
'sNo; and it's such little thing-a
foot, and q half Of land on one side of
an old 6eld!"
"a foot and eight inches" Tom cor
rected. "But it's the principle of the
thing with father. He believes he is
right, and he IL going to insist on that
foot and eight inches, If 1t costs us
every friend we have in the valley.
Dorothy's gaze went adrift out Of
the workshop window, wandering aim
lessly until It alighted upon the bent
figure Of q man digging in distant
aeld.
sThe dear old pater!" she said, soft
". "He is so just and upright that he
has quite forgotten now to be gener-
GUS. If this dispute grows into
neighborhood quarrel, it will break
mothers heart"
"That's So" said Tom; but he had
no helpful suggestion to offer.
The young girl slipped down from
Aer perch on the bench and went into
the sweet May sunshine. She was a
born peacemaker, and the threatened
trouble made her heart ache. There
were two young people 1T the great
house on the knoll-tbe majors grand
children-and everything had been so
pleasant anG happy until the boundary
dispute had halved the apple OF dis
cord between the two families.
Her gaze went afield again, and
sought and found the STOPPING figure