The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-06-01


rear platform and said TO the con
ductor:
"Have you taken notice of that bald
headed chap in thefef'
mot particularly. what's the mat !
ter with him3"
"Cray az bedbug. II he jumps on
TO me all Of sudden and Kicks my
ribs In, / shall hold the company re-.
sponsible for all damages."
Mr. Bowser didn't jump on anybody
When he left the cdi, lie took To- tie
highway and walked mile Then he
came 10 farm he liked the looks Of
and turned ia. The farmer was grind
ing an aX nj q stone under cherry
tree, and his two Strapplng sons were
tearing down an old rail fence and
laying up II new one in its place. Mr..
Bowser felt farmerish instinct rise
within him as he looked around The
robins ana blueblrds were singing.
the young lambs were gambollng, and
nature was getting Il summer hump on
her He imagined Mrs Bowser churn-
ing at the back door while he swung Il
scythe IN the meadow. the corn grow
ing and imstllng the yellow wheat
waving in the summer winds, and his
expression was growing childlike and
bland when the farmer left the grind
stone to ask:
"Well, do you wish TO buy chickens
or lamhs?"
Liked Looks Of Farm.
4 81. 4
ply In tart tones. ii rather liked the
looks Of your farm and 50 turned In.
Perhaps It's for saleY
The farmer and his sons took good
long look at the man before them and
then the farmer replied
YES ! might sell if | was offered my
price Won't you sit down on the
benchf"
Mr.. BUwser had never set out tO buy
farm before. but sort of natural
instinct told him that there were Ger.
tain questions he ought to ask. He
therefore sat down and lighted Il cigar
ard assumed knowing alr and
querled:
What's the submarine soil Of this
farm? / see that the surface Is
sandy loam."
40 you mean subsoili" asked the
father, while the sons winked and
grinned
''Of course"
ITS blue clay, the best subsoil In
the world"
What's your principal hay crop
clover or Holsteln?'
You must mean timothy"
yes, timothy"
"Why, we grow both, of course"
"And how many hundred bushels OF
wheat TO the acrc? continued Mr..
Bowser as lie scowled ut the grlnning
sons
How many hundreds? Lord, man,
but you can't mean hundreds! Land
| that will grow thirty bushels OF wheat
to the acre is worth walking fifty miles
to see Ny land grows about twenty.
aud It's called mighty good land"
We'll. about cornf" was asked aS
Mr.. Bowser's face began to get very
red.
"Pve gone as high as forty bushels
10 the acre"
Did 1t grow already shellcd"
Both sons laughed right out while
the father looked at MIR. BOwser and
scratched the back Of his head and
wondered what manner of man had
| dropped down on him. He finally AN
swered.
The farm that grows shclled corn
and wheat that don't have to be-
! thrashed Is five miles farther along the
| road"
But you make maple sugar all the
| year round, don't yOu?" continued MIR.
Bowser in his desperation.
Refused to Sell to Him.
The father snorted, aud the sons
went "Haw, haw, haw" and slapped
! their legs. Mr.. Bowscr jumped up,
| with fiery face, and was beginning TO
say something about insults when the
| farmer mOtioned him To silence aud
| said
Stranger, you don't look like the
| man who once sold me gold brick
nor like the feller that stole my hogs.
| guess you are IL respectable man who
Is II leetlc off In the head from shovel.
i ing snow last winter This farm Is
not for sale 10 you. have never made
| n practice Of taking advantage of child,
| hood or insanity. II you have got a
wife and will give me your name III
go in and telephone her where you ar
| and ask her to send out for you"
There was Just one dreadful moment
| when Mr.. Bowser thought he would
| explode. Then he got hold of himself
| aud turned away and walked down to
| the gate and out of II and down the
road toward the car He knew he was
Il wrecked man and that he should
never smile again hut with Spartan
hcroism he would not let the enemy
see the iron in his soul. They called
after him, ana they haw, haw, .hawed
| but he walked and walked aud never
| turned his head Brahma COWS and
| Leghorn turnips We're no more to him.
NJ, QUAD.
As Usual.