Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1906-03-08
- tea him - gently a. possible mat
he might look for work elsewhere.

Expressed Oeep regret AIlu asked IL H0
could stay until the following Saturday.
OF course this was agreeable to Mrs.
Hampstead and In the interval George
set about getting employment else
where. One evening he crossed the
meadow and hailed q passing trolley
car for Brooklyn. where ne hunted up
a branch Office OF the American" Hav-
Ing achieved his first Job through an
advertisement he had. abiding faith in
this method OF doing business and sue
ceeded in drafting the following artful
announcement OF his desires and capac-
tiles:
"FARM HAND-Young and strong.
irrigation. cattle and chickenA Willing.
steady and sober: poultry . speciality:
experienced man. Answer Box d.
Brooklyn Branch. n. Z. American"
George read Il over q few times. IN
cluded hat 1t was all right and paid
90 cents over the counter.
"When'M that get into the paper:" he
asked the clerk.
tomorrow morning. You're sure to
get plenty Of answers. too. Drop In
O noon"
George Peterson went back to tina
Hampstead farm. slipped into the barn
and went to his room. where he read htg
Bible for half an hour. then lay himself
down to sleep. serene in the possession
OF the knowledge that the world lay
before him with all its ewards for anu
bitton.
At dawn he was up and doing. After
breakfast no toured tho fields. attended
to his irrigation ditches and trudged
back to the house for his lunch. In
the midst OF his contemplation MrA
Hampstead came from the sitting room
and handed him a letter.
Here George" she said. run over to
that mail box by tho trolley track and
post this. And hurry. as l want that
heller out Of the alfalfa pasture" She
In a few moments George arrived at
tho ma box. 1t had not occurred to
him to look at the letter. but just AZ no
was about to slip It into tho slot his
eyes fell upon the address:
BOX D: Brooklyn Branch N. =.
That address seemed 4 be familiar
to him.. He paused Q moment. rubbed
his head and read the address again.
We'll. 10 this isn't the address I gave
the man. 1t must be for me-" he
soliioquized. BOX D." He scratched
open the envelope. sure that tho epistle
had reached Its destination. This II
what he read:
"Sir-I saw your advertisement In the
American" Can give you steady work
II you know your business. h man I
! naN0 now OOeSu I Bult. Auo lIOuDl0
with him IL that he spends too much
time reading tho bible and too little
time taking care OF my farm II you
can separate your theology from YOU.
farming 1 can put you to work imme-
d!ately. 1 like he tone of your adver-
tisement and believe you arc the man
have beer looking for. Answer imms-
diately. Mrs. Hampstead,
Meadow Lane, Long Island"
George Peterson felt the perspiration
breaking out on his forehead. Me-
c~hanically he wiped his brow and
looked back at the Hampstead house
bAwildered. The good widow was wav-
ing her hand for him to return. He
reused himself. tucked the letter In his
breast and walked back slowly. He did
not stop at the house. but passed or
to the barn, with his jaw set firmly and
n light OF curious determination In his
'tye. He caught Il glimpse OF Ida Hemp
stead at the window as he crossed the
edge of the porch. but he made no sign
barn II i'll a few moments r%eappeared
with n book In his and With a firm
step he returned to the sitting room
do6r whore Mrs. Hampstead stood. her
brow clouded In wrath, n handed hel
the volume.
Whats this? -" she exclaimed, snatch
ing II.
my bible. The one my m1tasr save
me-" replied George.
Well. what OF it?"
Il want you to keep 1t until the farm.
ing season is over. Mrs. Hampstead.
didn't know you objected to my reading
1t and 1 will walt until the winter
mother the-day-she-died--"
tsomethins thick and oppressive choked
his throat)-"that would read It
would e 1t every-day-but I
just got your letter and"
George Peterson broke down as no
to the astonished widow Hampstead.
You see.' he continued. recovering
himself. you answered my ADVERTISE
ment and I have come to accept the DO
sition. 1 don to 60 away. Mrs.
Hampstead. DO I'll let you keep the
Ill get It again and pick up my studies.
You won't object. will your"
Mrs. Hempstead swayed in the door
way q moment. then gathering up her
apron h burst into UGH a flood OF
tears as had not dimmed her eyes since
the remains OF old Josh Hampstead
were lowered into the ground and the
minister with his eyes h~eavenward
pronounced the words. dust to dust,
ashes to ashes" The good woman
shook with emotion and wound up her
paroxysm by dropping her head on
george PETERSON d 0nOuL0er. as h
slipped the bible. his mothers dying
gift. into the youths trembling hand.
Then h slowly drew him into the
house. sobbed a moment at his side and
ended 1t all by putting her strong moth
erly arms around his shoulders with
her head or his breast.
A door opened and Ids Hempstead
entered the room. An exclamation Of
astonishment escaped her.
Mother! What is the matter?"
Nothing. Ida. Nothing. only George
is going to stay with us and I am going
to try n make him forget that I
asked him to go way. He Is the kind
OF a farm han i have been looking
for, only / didn't know it until q few
moments ago"
Ida Hampstead looked George Peter
son full in The face and with that IN
tuition which seems to be a woman's
greatest strength she understood.
The trouble with George Peterson
and the troubles OF George Peterson
ended at that moment.
Match Making.
From tho New York Press.
The manufacture of matches is one of
the great industries OF the world. BE.
fore the civil war there was not a
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