Rocky Ford enterprise., 1908-07-03
"sef-seny, but about the pas.

"sef-seny, but about the pas
ture@"
Seffy started the mare.
"Whoa!" roared the old man again.
with the same result. But he did not
laugh this time. He sat on the handles
of his plow and regarded his son. He
was vaguely disturbing.
Say" he began ominously, .you
didn't git sot out?"
'Uhu." answered Seffy.
What! Why. you durn-"
But then he laughed.
Shiny hat no good?"
Seffy said no.
Nor the diamond. nor the hair
grease, nor nossing? Oh gosh-a..
mighty! Gee-wo-way!"
But before they met again. his
gaiety had given way to an immense
disappointment. The tragedy of the
situation had prevailed with him, too.
Seffy sullenly kicked a clod to pieces.
His father looked OF toward the cov-
eted pasture and sighed. 1t was a
superb piece of land. And 1t had
never looked fairer. The sun was on
its velvet green-the sun of the morn
ing. A few thick-girthed, wholesome
oak trees punctuated 1t. A stream
laughed through 1t. Goodly cows stood
chewing in the water and swishing
amiably at the flies. The fences were
intact. 1t would have been a delight
to the eyes of any farmer on earth.
The old man sat on the handles of his
plow until it all got in his head once
more.
TITS q nice field, Sef-Seffy," he
sighed. Il nefer seen no such clofer.
And she's a nice gal. l nefer seen no
such gal, bose nice. Oach, they be-
long together. Well. gee-wo-way.
They belong to u.s."
They always stopped for a word
when they met. The next time the
old man said. quite caressingly:
Come yere. Self"
He patted one plow-handle, which
Seffy took. while he took the other.
He thoughtfully pulled the boys shirt
into place.
"Sef." he said, tell me about II.
I'm sorry l laughed! But l lofe that
pasture and you lofe Sally. Let's not
be fools, but git 'em. expect you feel
a little bad. But mebby you'll feel
better II you talk about 1t. That is the
way wiss me. know: when anysing
occurs 1 like to gabble about it-and
go and do 1t again-better." He let
his hand rest kindly on setfy's shouI.
der. To this his son responded.
Il fell asleep" said Seffy. snifiiing
ominously.
OF course" said his father. with a
comforting movement of his hand.
That's right"
Setfy was amazed-and comforted.
Il expect l snored-'
"Er-yas-you do snore. Sef. Efery.
body does. It's the Lords fault, l ex.
pect."
In Q nice cheer"
"Yas-you oughtn't "a set IN no
nice cheer. sef: somesing uneasy is
better"
Didn't wake up till daylight"
Where was you then. Self"
In the cheer-Sal-Sally's cheer"
The words stuck pitifully in his
throat.
''Yas-" said the old man. looking
away. 4 don't blame you. Sef"
1t was a pasteboard thing-like q
tombstone-pinnedo on my bosom"
''Vat!" cried his father-the w"
would become "" In cases Of sudden
emotion.
'Pasteboard - tombstone!" Seny's
head dropped in shame. with things
printed on it-'Sephenijah p. Baum
gartner. Junior, Went to His Rest.
June 10th. 1871. in the goth year Of his
age. Gone Not. But Forgot-Read
Backwards"
His father stifed laugh. 1t was an
old trick to him.
''what-what did you do then?" he
asked in as matter-of-fact a voice as
he could command.
''Sneaked home. II was daylight!@
Gone not, but forsot-read back
wards. hah2-
He couldn't quite make It out. That
was new. Seny helped him.
Forgot. but not gone"
ITO RE CONTINUED