Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-07-18

ana the pear Keeps waxing hot.
There are many wheat crop killers,
With this bull upon the market,
Yelling 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 out in several places, grew
roaring, for these men of the pit could
yell, and then some one started line,
and in turn Furber was compelled to
shake the hand and receive the con-
gratu!ations of every man in the room
Late that afternoon, Furber took his
way lelsurely out to the Koessler man
sion, and he hoped that she would be
at home He didn't have time to wait
for 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 h.
assembled, was a damper on his feel
ings, but could not suppress them by
any means.
Il 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 street. 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-
tical people," Ruth said, guardedly.
But they can't write poetry"
when I was down town this morn
ing, l went over to see what you were
doing. I was up in the balcony, and
Il never saw you,'' broke in Furber,
and a sickly feeling came over him.
He wondered at what time she was up
there in the balcony.
mo, but I saw you, and you seemed
SO excited, just like all the others. I
! do not know what you were all shout
ing about, but I knew that you were
doing things. Everything seemed on
the move"
Thank you," said Furber, and he
felt relieved. 'She must have been uI
there afterwards" he thought.
At that moment the paper carried
came around the corner, and in few
minutes Furber was eagerly turning
the pages of copy. Ruth wondered
what was the matter with him. Then
he dropped the paper and looked out
towards the street. He could not look
at ner.
why, what's this?" said Ruth, and
he turned.
The paper was lying whore it had
fallen with the last page upwards.
Sure, there it was. He had forgotten to
look at the last page.
He picked up the paper and hand
ed it to Ruth. This individual news
paper devoted the last page to special
features. 1t had certainly made a fea-
ture of him. There was a write-up
with the poem telling all about it and
the author, but there was also-he
swore he would jump on that reporter
next time he met him-the picture OF
himself in his running toys at college
1t must have been the cut they used
that year he ran in the mile. "Unlver-
sity athlete goes through wheat pit tc
| become a poet" it said.
But Ruth was devouring it all. "Oh
Harry, how could you do it?"' she sale
at last.
Easy" and Harry would have hug.
ged rhat ren0rfpr
Their Ruth got up and went into the
house followed by F'urber. She got {
scissors and carefully clipped the poem
from the paper.
| 'Say, Harry" she said, as she fin
ished, ':you can do almost anything
can't your"
Harry was too much f1attered to an
swer.
"Well-" and Ruth blushed slight,
and smiled at him.
RUTH and Harry stretched out hi
arms toward her imploringly.
When they closed, they circled abou
Ruth. for she was within them.
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