The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1903-09-19
I'm HERE TO STAY
so COLLEGE MAN WRITES FROM
KANSAS TO HIS CHUM.
Amateur Farm Hand Satisfied That
There Is Nothing Wrong With the
Sunflower State-His Lot Fallen in
Pleasant Places. '~.

ARRIVED in Kansas with the other
ride. Surrounded by mob of farm
ers as soon as we landed. I engaged
with a husky individual named Sug-
den. He has a beard like Esmeralda's
goat 1t was the beard that caught
me. The farms here are immense, but
the scenery is distressingly monoto-
nous. N. B.-There is no scenery.
Sugden lives in a roomy farmhouse,
with most OF the fittings of civiliza-
tion-including very pretty daugh-
ter
Il have found out that the old man
many bushels of corn and wheat and
tons of hay ne totals up, but it's
enough to make your eyes bulge.
"TCok my first lesson in Kansas
field sports. Pitching hay is a little
different from pitching baseball, and
l don't find that throwing the hammer
or tossing the shot. helps me here to
any marked extent. But Papa Sug-
den likes the looks of my muscles, and
I'm glad I've kept myself in condi-
ton.
To-day the old man wanted to send
a message to the house-we were a
full mile away on what he calls his
south section-and I said I'd go. Back
to-day?' laughs the foreman. I don't
like the foreman-he has an exagger-
ated idea of his ability as humorist.
Back in eleven minutes said. Hon
est?' cried the old man, and he pulled
out his big silver watch. I nodded
and was off on a steady lope. Luck.
lily the shoes had on were moderate
ly light and the road was new and
springy. When I reached the house
there sat the, pretty girl on the porch
in a big easy chair, with another
easy chair beside her. And there was
a little table with a pitcher and
glasses-lemonade, I guess. / called
cut my message as l whirled about
and started back. What's your hur-
ry?' she cried in such a pretty voice.
/ was never SO tempted. But | plugged
ahead at my old racing gait, and
and all the hands standing at the road
side waiting for me. Ten seconds to
spare called the old man as he
snapped his big watch: .--..---s. ..--.-..~-.s::
Pm beginning to like the work and
I'm sure the old man favors me. The
daughter is remarkably pretty. III
bet she's bright, too.
Were getting acquainted. / met
her this NOR ming. Wellesley! she
said. Harvard said I. 'Sing?' said
she. Yes said I. Porch said she
Sure said l.
I'VE had charming time On the
porch last evening" She had the pi-
ano-and it's a very good piano
drawn up to one of the long winds and
sat outside and played. | sang all
the college songs I kneW-and so--e |
scarcely knew-and the old man him
self came out AID ap2lauded. To
morrow night AGAIN. l whispered. If
you like she answered. But aren't
you very tired after the haying"
laughed. This rests me- answered.
Besides. l believe in making hay
while the sun Shines I guess she
knew what l meant-altlcCgh it was
Mt very clear.
Il know I'm going TO like Kansas.
Her name is Sad:e-and she lets me
call her by it.
Sadie has said that could ask her
father-and she didn't seem the least
bit worried when she said it.
Il have asked I'm. He strcked his
beard and said, But we don't know
ANYTHING about you | told him
would write at once for recommen-
dation. He said he noticed that when
I said I'd run the two miles in eleven
minutes, 1 did it, and he guessed II
said was all right could prove it
and. anyhow, Sadie always had her
own way. So we shook hands. He's
a fine old man.
There's nothing the matter with
Kansas. I'm here to stay. ''-Clevelano
Plain Dealer.