The Globe-republican., 1907-01-10

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FARMER WILLIAMS LESSON
An Time Of Adverslty He Got to Un.
derstand Who Were His Real
Frlends--Prosperity In Stand
Ing Together.

Copyright. 1905. by Alfred c. Clark.)
What y got there, SisT inquired
Farmer Williams, as he kicked off his
felt boots and set them carefully be-
hind the stove to dry. That's 4.a...,
! thought II looked like, one OF them
there Chicago catylogs, though haiI't
seen one clost fer quite few years
back. Me an your ma ust - buy
mighty nigh everything we used out
OF them catylogs when we first come
ITO Kansas. Land sakes, have to
laugh now sometimes when think Of
the way we would git ketched onct in
awhile. They's some cheap things Ii,
them catylogs, an then agin they's o
lot t amt so cheap. Y never kin
tell till they come, an then It's too
late to send EN- back. But as was
q sayin', we hain't bought nothin' out
OF catylog fer right smart O. years
now, an the way 1t come about had
a. well tell y, cause I don't think
y really remember much about 1t.
When we come to Kansas long in
the first Of the SOS we got along right
we'll. 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 purity good an we was 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 a gittin'
tighter. Four straight years It was
so dry y had to soak the hogs afore
they'd hold swill-though will say
they was some extry reason on &C.
count of the swill bein' SO thin-wheat
Jest died in the ground fer want Of
rain, and the hot winds billed the ever.
iastin' SAP out Of the corn. They
wasn't no pasture, no nothing. You
can know we was feelin' purity blue
about tha time, but we was young
and stroI and thought with the
chickens a. hogs we could git through
anyway.
Then one day you got to complain.
In and lookin' so thin It worried us.
Your ma Is middlin' good doctor,
take 1t all around, but nothing she
could think Of done you any good
Well, you KEEP 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 phiful
that we made up our minds to have
the doctor, even II It 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 warm place fer her
in the front room, don't have too much
light nor any drafts to strike her.
Then we knowed 1t want no small |
sickness we had to fight, an when we
got you fixed up in bed follered Doc.
out on the porch an l says: We'll,
Doc, seq !, what's the matter with
our little girl?'
~ don't want to skeer ye, Mr.. vii.
liams, says he, but I'm afraid she's
IN for a siege Of typhoid fever
We'll, after he was gone l went out
IN the kitchen an told your ma, but
she says, brave as kin be: Well, Ezra,
L the Lord has seen fit to put that
much more on our load we must bear
Up an fight 1t out doin' our duty the
'est we kin, leavin' the rest to him.
An thought so too. So we Jest KEEP
'ur hearts brave an done what
seemed right t. do.
The hardest thing was to figure out |
where t git the medicine, an fruit.
n dainty things your sickness called G