The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-11-05
THE MINNEAPOLIS JoURNA
Magazine Section.
e Blood Seedlung---A Story BY the La

triumph like that there than be sena-
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"You've got your wish, then,
colonel,' said Golyer. ''Me and my
wife have called that tree 'The Blood
Seeding sence the day it was trans
planted from your pastur'.'
It was the pride and envy Of the
neighborhood. Several neighbors asked
for scions and CRAFTS, but could do
nothing with them. j.. f..
"Fact ISL said old Silas Withers,
"those folks that expects to raise good
fruit by begging gratis, and then layin
abed and readin' newspapers, will have
a good time waitin'. Elbow grease is
the secret of the Blood Seedlin', ain It
it, Al9'' .".... w. ....-.,..
"Well, I reckon, Squire Withers, a
man never gifts anything with havin
without tussle for it; and as to
secrets, don't believe in them, no
how.' >E#
A square browed, resolute, silent, mid.
dle-aged man, who loved his home bet.
ter than any amusement, regular at
church, at the polls, something richer
every Christmas than he had been on
the New Years preceding ga man
whom everybody liked and few loved
much-such had Allen Golyer grown
to be.
IF have fingered too long over this
colorless and commonplace picture of
rural western life, it is because I have
felt an instructive reluctance to
recount the startling and most improb'
~, Ill oSo~1,+
this quiet eighborhood, like thunder
bolt out Of blue sky. The story I must
tell will be fatty denied and, easily
refuted. 1t is absurd and fantastic
but, unless human evidence is to go fol
nothing when it testiies Of things
unusual, the story is true.
At the head of the rocky hollow thru
which CLANCY Creek ran to the rivel
lived the family who gave the stream
its name. They were among the early
pioneers of the country. In the squatty
yellow stone house the present CLANCY
occupied, his grandfather had stood ;
siege from Blackhawk all one summe
, day and night, until relieved by thu
garrison of Fort Edward. The famil,
, had not grown with the growth Of tn
| land They lived very quietly, work
) ing enough to secure their own por]
and hominy, and regarding with a sor
5 Of impatient scorn every scheme o
l public or private enterprise that passe
e under their eyes.
4 The elder CLANCY had married, som
: years before, at the Mormon town o
e Nauvoo, the fair-haired daughter Of
Y Swedish mystic, who had come acros
4 the sea beguilded by dreams Of pei
t feet theocracy, and who on arrivin
Q at the city Of the Latter-Day Saint
t had died, broken-hearted from his los
n illusions.
d The only dowry that seraphita Mel
t sen brought her husband, besides he
d delicate beauty and her wide blue eye
t was full set Of Swedenborg's late
e writings in English. These became tn
+, daily food of the solitary househol,
a Paul CLANCY would read the exalte
k rhapsodies of the northern seer fc
s hours together, without the first glin
7, mer of their meaning crossing h
IS brain. But there was something in tt
g. majesty of their language and tt
l, solemn roll of their poetical develop
g ment that irresistibly impressed an
II attracted him. Little Gershom, his on]
II child, sitting at his feet, would liste