The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1908-12-31
LOST AND
WON

cry The thresher stopped and the
,orkers rushed to his side. With the
E. reatest difficulty they succeeded I'm
,etting him, their master, Chaguy, out
# the steel claws of the machine. The
sounded man groaned for moment,
hen he swort like a trooper. His
tight arm was one bloody pulp.
w He was carried to the mouse, and
b IS the men were carrying him across
q he yard the servant girl. Jeannine,
,ppeared at the door. She had been
Scared by the sudden stopping of the
= lhresher.
~ what is the matter?"
~ 1T is the master who got his arm
S crushed in the thresher."
# She looked at the bloody stump and
began TO sob aloud.
! 1T seems to hurt you a lot more
than it hurts me-" the wounded man
aid. systematically.
K They wanted to put him to bed.
and he refused.
Put me in the armchair near
n the window
Va He was placed in the large, clumsy.
n uncomfortable armchair. Jeannine
"A brought linen rags and wanted to put
Ia bandage on.
q They won't do any good, Jeannine,
VI Just tie something around what is
i left and then tell Jean to hitch up and
y 90 for the doctor. Let him tell the
Y Doctor he must be here before sun
a down and cut off my arm. Patchwork
u won't do here
Then he said to the others: Now
8you just go back to work. It's no use
: TO stop everything because / have lost
an arm. The thresher costs enough
money to hire, anyway"
4 When Jeannine and the others had
gone, Chaguy began to think. He was
IA strong, powerful man, who cared
nothing for the pain. The accident
WAS unfortunate, but the results still
more serious. BY working from dawn
Ito dark he had been able to do with
out hired hand except during the
harvest time, even though he had 100
acres. The two mares that were now
resting In the stable had been as
ltreless as he, but in the future he
would not be able to pillow. He would
have to get hired man and that
would cost him at least 500 francs a
year. How was he to make that
money?
When he had reached this point he
was filled with remorse for not having
kept promise given a dying person.
II was his wife who would not die I'M
til she was satisfied she had arranged
everything so that her death would
mean the smallest possible loss. Dur
ing her long illness this thought had
worried her. Her fear did not arise
from the thought that the heritage
should be scattered, for she had no
children, but from love of the soil to
which she had devoted the work of
her life.
At last she found way out. and
said to her husband: 'Chaguy, have
thought 1t all over. You are only 80,
and not fit to remain a widower, first,
because you are too young. and next,
because a farm without a housewife
does not amount to anything. You
must marry Jeannine. She has been
with us ten years and never given any
cause for complaint. She is young and
strong and willing and that makes up
for the fact that she can bring no dow
ry. Promise me to marry her and
can die in peace"
Chaguy had promised, but he had
always put off the matter. Not that
he was blind to her robust beauty or
her quick hands, but he was always
thinking of what improvements he
coould make If he were to marry IA
widow or girl with money. And thus
three years had passed and he was
still a widower.
His blood was boiling now when he
thought of himself with one arm, fit
marry him now? Nobody-not even
Jeannine He would have to have a
stranger cultivate his farm, his income
would go down, the value of his farm
would deteriorate and his savings
would disappear. That arm would cost
kept his promise-then he would
have had Jeannine; but of course she
would leave him Low too.
He turned little in his chair, but
almost howled with pain. He looked
through the window across the field
1t would take many days to plow them
and here he was sitting doing moth
ing.
Suddenly he heard voice in the
stable--it was Jeannine: Hello, Gray,
get up now-come on now, Charlotte!"
What did that mean? Did Jeannine
intend to plow? That would never
work, although she had tried often
enough in fun. Gathering all his
strength he succeeded in raising him
self, and as he looked through the
window, he saw Jeannine making the
first furrow.
Chaguy stared at her as If be-
witched then the tears came into his
ewes az he exclaimed in deSnair ooh