Gilpin observer., 1907-01-17
HIS EYES OPEN
Why There Are No Mail
Order Catalogues in
One Home.
FARMER WILLIAMS LESSON
In Time Of Adversely He Got to Un-
derstand Who Were His Real
Friends-Prosperity In Stand
ing Together.

Copyright. 1906, by Alfred C. Clark.)
what y got there, Sis?" inquired
Farmer Williams, as he kicked off his
felt boots and set them carefully be-
hind the stove to dry That's what
l thought it looked like, one Of them
there Chicago catylogs, though hain't
seen one clost fer quite a few years
back. Me an your ma ust to buy
mighty nigh everything we used out
of them catylogs when we first come
| to Kansas. Land sakes, l have to
| laugh now sometimes when l think of
the way we would git ketched onct III
| awhile. They's some cheap things IN
them catylogs, an then agin they's q
lot t amt SO cheap. Y never kin
tell till they come. an then it's too
late to send 'em back. But as l was
a sayin, we hain't bought nothin' out
OF catylog fer right smart o. years
| now, an the way 1t come about l had
as well tell y, cause 1 don't think
y really remember much about it.
when we come to Kansas long in
the first Of the SOS we got along right
well. We was able to pay cash fer
what we got, and we got the money
| fer everything we sold. We was pay
| in out on the place right along; crops
was psrty good an we was a feelin'
like the Lord was a smilin' on our
efforts, and the happy home we
dreamed about when we first got mar
| ried was in sight.
But they come a change in Kansas
| long in the last half of the SOS.
Times got hard and KEEP gittin'
tighter. Four straight years it was
SO dry y had to soak the hogs afore
| they'd hold swill-though I will say
| they was some extry reason on ac-
count Of the swill bein' so thin-wheat
tsst died in the ground fer want of
rain, and the hot winds billed the ever
lastin' sap out of the corn. They
wasn't no pasture, no nothing. You
can know we was feelin' purity blue
about that time, but we was young
and strong, and thought with the
chickens an hogs we could git through
anyway.
Then one day you got to complain
in and lookin' so thin it worried us.
Your ma is a middlin' good doctor,
take it all around, but nothing she
could think of done you any good.
Well, you KEEP a gittin' pindlier and
pindlier, till you got so'st y wouldn't
do nothin' but set IN chair by the
kitchen stove, wrapped in your mas
old shawl, an you looked so pitiful
that we made up our minds to have
the doctor, even II 1t took tn last
chicken on the place. Well. he come,
and after he'd looked at you awhile
an felt your pulse, he shet his watch
up with a snap, an says, quiet like:
| Better fix up a warm place fer her
in the front room, don't have too much
| light nor any drafts to strike her.
Then we knowed it want no small
sickness we had to fight, an when we
got you fixed up in bed follered Doc.
out on the porch an says: Well,
Doc..' sez I, what's the matter with
our little girl?'
81 don't want to skeer ye, Mr.. Will
liams,' says he, but I'm afraid she's
in for siege of typhoid fever
Well. after he was gone went out
in the kitchen an told your ma, but
she says, brave as kin be: Well, Ezra,
If the Lord has seen fit to put that
much more on our load we must bear
up an fight it out doin' our duty the
best We kin. leavin' the rest to him.
An thought so too. So we jest KEEP
our hearts brave an done what
seemed right t do.
The hardest thing was to figure out
where t git the medicine. an fruit,
an dainty things your sickness called