The Frankfort roundabout., 1906-08-11
IFor the Roundabout
ACROSS FENCES-FARMING.

blackberries. We did full Justice
to the other good things, which
pleased the estimable housewife
beyond measure.
Women, as general rule, like
to be complimented on the success
of their cooking. The men, with
but few exceptions, are thought
less to degree in regard to those
little pleasing amenities which all
wives enjoy, but, if the bread
fails, and the meat is underdone,
look out for fault finding
Grandpa said that "Martha's
corn-pones couldn't be beat, and
the butter milk was cool from the
spring house" "
The beautiful simplicity of
these two lives impressed me with
exceeding tenderness, for in the
main men sacrifice everything tc
ambition, and women TO love-
but here was a practical demon
stration Of the survival of the
fttest, 1.-THE rounding out of we'll
spent years in perfectly formed
plans, and with contented hearts
and minds. The farm house was
the home. No sordid greed for
outside preferments was ever con-
sidered. What trust What con-
fdence in believing that no man
ever lived Il right life who had not
been chastened by a wife's love.
strengthened by her courage, and
guided by her discretion. No
woman could hope to reach the
highest form of happiness without
the aid of one who loved her with
unselfish devotion through long
years of toll and sacrifice.
Now, grandpa, she said,
what about the farming?" And
as he smoked his pipe, the con-
versation assumed interest with
attention on our part, merited and
intended. "When Marthy and
me fust moved in this neighbor-
hood we had few neighbors. We
wus poor an just started out in
the world. Money wus not very
plentiful en- we he'd ter do with
out a heap NV things. This here
farm Nv siXty-seven acres wus
plum full of woods an ther soil
wus rich enough ter raise any
thing an everything planted.
That string Nv fence along ther
crick wus where ther most hay
wus made. Hit brought us in
good many sound dollars.
"Cuttin' an savin' ther hly
crop tuck up a heap NV time an
patience, as we he'd no tools but
ther hand-scythe, rake, an pitch
fork. Haulin' an stackin' WIS
somethln' Marthy dreaded, but
ther OF woman stuck by me thro'
thick an thin an cooked fur ther
men-ther neighbors-we alters
helped one nuther about ther
work. Their one hoss plow did
fine work, an ther corn crop alters
turned out we'll, u few oats, an Il
buckwheat patch (fur ther bees)
made few dollars fur our church
dues. \ calf picked, an hogs
fur meat, kept ther wolf frum
ther door, an with plenty Nv
fruit an berries, ther wus no
cause why we couldn't live we'll.
Marthy wove rag carpets an
made clothes.
Never heard any complainin
bout hard times or bad health.
We he'd corn shuckins, house
raisins' an biggest kind NV we'd
din infairs. Alters went tor
church an rode hoss-back. Yes,
we he'd two children. Jane died
young. John is married an lives
across ther crick. He's got Il
family NV boys. Three stout
ones. You must 60 ter see 'em rs
he is Il science farmer an plows
with six mules. His wife is 4
real society lady, but mother an
we love her an she is good an
kind ter lis. Stay all night with
us, madam, an now | must look
after man who is workin with
ther bee hives es | am gittin
most too ol' ter work much.
Stay over with us, an We'll :talb
sum more. Cum out an see thel
: bees"