New-York tribune., 1907-10-06
Lincoln (Neb) News.

l had brought along a box. for the grass yet
gllstened with the dew. sat down upon 1t with
my back against massive bowlder and swept
into an exultant flow of thought expression that
really surprised
1 had been writing for perhaps twenty min
utes when something happened. 1 didn't know
at the time Just what ii was that happened, but
l do now. white faced wasp harboring an
ancient gTudge against mankind, and noticing
my intense prencCupatOn, had taken advantage
of II 10 insert about three inches of the hottest
kind Of sting" into the under side Of the heshy
part of my leg. Then he broke 1t off A farm
hand, strolllng afleld not far off, heard my yell
Of anguish, and afterward told me l jumped
about eight feet In the air. l can well believe
this. | felt equal to 1t, at any rate. Then ran
and. talk about hitting the high places! l
think hit but precious few places Of any alu-
tude in my flight for the house. simply scared
l spent the remainder of the Sabbath I'm bath
ing a great red welt on the under side OF my
leg with saeratus water and arnica.
Monday morning l rose early. l wanted TO
witness the glory of the dawn for one thing
and 1 also wished to recover fountain pen, q
writing pad and hat had Inadvertently left
In the back pasture the previous day l was
trhe late fer the dawn-they start such things
rather early In the morning in the country
but I found the other articles and. after thor
oughly wettng both feet in leisurey stroll
through the pasture, made my way toward the
house.
out by the barn stood big red farmers wag
on evidently made ready for trip TO town Its
long body glistened in the and dinGy
canvas rose like huge tent over goods phed
high within Some one was busily grooming
horse in the dark Interior of the barn hard by,
ana l boldly approached the wagon and lifted
the canvas Shades of Ceres and Pomona!
What a sight / behedl Great square boxes
only filled the bottom OF the wagon, but
piled in tiers one upon the other; full to
the bTim they with carefully arranged
lows OF corn. jacketed in brightest green, with
peas whose pods fairly bulged in plumpneSs,
with beets of dull carmine and tomatoes of
ravishing crimson hue Finally my eyes rested
upon the eggs-dozens upon dozens of them
and such eggs-great bum and white miracles
that quite filled one of the largest boxes.
l gazed upon this display OF fresh garnered
treasure with mingled emotions. At first con-
suning rage sent the blood coursing 10 my tenn
pies and l Clenched my fists AT the hideous
memory Of that canned salmon.
And then 1 smiled-smiled at a sudden and
heaven sent conception Of the humor of II all.
l was the victim Of a PrecOnceived Idea. In the
aTgot OF the bunCo steerers l was the "come-on,
the guileleSs, Verdant one who, putting faith in
men. leaves his happy home in the vain hope OF
achieving material happiness at minimum out
lay and meets discontinue in the quicker wits
of those whose easy prey he is. sought out my
landlady and paid my bill. not In anger but IN
humiliation. with that up-aGainst-u feeling
which leaves you conscious only OF infertority
and the losers portion Then l went back to
the city and its restaurants. there TO await the
arrival of my fresh country eggs my longed-for
vegetables and my peace of mind.-Ernest Rus
sell. in the Outing Magazine.