Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-09-06

these lectures, and although he liked
to hear Ruth talk, he would not stand
for anything that came from his rival.
And now she wanted him to write po-
etry.
It was the middle of the forenoon,
and things had quieted down in the
pit The market was holding steady,
and Furber was wondering what eff
feet the war in the east would have
on the years crop.
He walked up out of the pit and sat
down in chair away from the rest
of the crowd. He was thinking Of Ruth
again. He sat and thought Of the
talk they had had the day before. N
Then smile something akin to the
kind he wore when he had done some
thing very we'll, stole across his face
He pulled pad of paper from his
pocket, and for half an hour he seemed
to be struggling with something in his
mind, once in awhile writing down
something, and the men in the pit
continued to loaf and talk automobiles,
and prices in wheat still held steady.
Then, when the half hour was up,
he smiled again, reread what he had
written, and then looked about him.
Hello, there. Ripley!" he called.
Il have go: a scheme" Furber said.
Il want you to get up there in che
pit anc introduce me as the great and
only you understand. Then l will
get up and speak my piece"
''All right" and Ripley went over
to long, inclosed desk, where several
men were writing, and spoke few
wards to them. Then he came back to
the pit and took a position where he
could be heard by all.
Gentlemen" he said, II am about to
Introduce to you our far-famed, great
and only tllustrious friend and CO.
worker, Furber, the poet" and Rip
ley stopped to get his breath, and
everyone applauded.
He has composed a poem in your
honor-your honor, say, the honor of
all OF u.s." and he stopped again, and
there was some more cheering.
! Nov, gentlemen, want you to give
your best attention. The show begins
right away"
A chair was brought, and Furber,
with the sheet of paper in one hand,
got up into it, blushing like a little
Sunday-School Christmas tree Then
he began:
There's bull upon the market,
And the bear is waxing hot;
In the East the Japs are fighting,
In the wheat the rust is OUT
So the bear is waxing hot.
The farmers want high prices,
They all Yell for dollar wheat;
Sc they scare the trade with cries
OF Hessian fly and rains of sleet
And the bear keeps waxing hot
There are many wheat crop killers,
With this bull upon the market,
cling hail and blight and frost;
But the Russian bear amt in it,
With this bear that's always hot
When he finished the applause, which
had broken cut in several places, grew
roaring, for these men of the pit could
yell, end then some one started a line
and in turn Furber was compelled tc
shake the hand and receive the con.
gratu! atlOns of every ma. In the room
Late that Afternoon, Furber took his
way lelsurely o.. to the Koessler man
STOP, and 70 hoped that she would be
1t hon:1 He didn't have time to wait
to- the evening editions to appear on
the streets, but he would make her
read his poetry out of her own news
paper.
Phelan, coming down the steps as he
assembled, was damper on~his feel
ings, but could not suppress them by
| any means.
II am so glad to see you'll" cried
Ruth, as she opened the door in an
swer to his ring.
Nothing artificial about that well
come," thought Furber. Then he man.
aged to have her take him out on
the inclosed veranda that overlooked
the st:eet. He wanted to get that pa
per from the carrier as soon as he
could. In the meantime they talked.
Il believe could like intensely prac-
teal people," Ruth said. guardedly.
"But they can't write poetry"
when l was down town this morn
ing, went over to see what you were
doing. was up in the balcony, and"
Il never saw you,' broke in Furber,
| and sickly feeling came over him.
| He wondered at what time she was up
| there in the balcony. =: 49,
mo, but saw you, and you seemed
so excited, just like all the others. I
do not know what you were all shout
ing about, but knew that you were
doing things. Everything seemed on
the Move.' ~25 sa t.. SSH. .es.. ,5>.., =:...S
Thank you," said Furber, and he
felt relieved. She must have been ur
there afterwards" he thought.
At that moment the paper carried
came around the corner, and in q few
minutes Furber was eagerly turning
the cages Of q copy. Ruth wondered