The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-28

 sX 1 W3 smile that\ would have puzzled h@8&1 stranger, but that never failed to reas-
 Ss sure E us for whom it Tes int intended eS; o,,v through Oliver M. McVeagh Without
 htm we would have been what we were in the long aso-wheu children grandchildren and Oliver had not yet "con- b 0rta but to tn. unsrng ru,a planting to garaerang and from garnering around to planting again.
 When the woead eoatenplates community through a single glass h is we'll (for the community that the glass be an excellent one. Oliver was our glass. permitted ths hand pon.cal the hand religious, or the hand sca1daIo to tnrn him until blurred. The world saw es as - were, and since we were properly prood s6 ourselves, 1t pleased to be wendsA sev, tat VI withheld long frsn him thRt we used te jog our horses up Dit when we drsvo t0vnward past his farm hoping to escape his column sf Eden items in the forthcening Dalec'lle Svn; thst we tried to conceal our betrethals from him. the miaatls of eur weddings and funerals, the prouA hashfulnen ef births and the destination of loncplanned trips.
 wo1der I say, that we ever tried to conceal such things fram hin seeing that he always found them out anyway and that somehow or other they never looked se iii i print as we thought they would. In deed, got to liking them there, and all because we had learned at last to trust ourselves to Oliver M. Ncvsagh
 Every Tuesday morning in thrty-two years have said, found him at the post office with his Eden are chary of 9aggeration in Eden. He did lose out once, when his brother, in distant state, dying at h n, i t when the sat there in his barren, bachelors parlor while he packed his oldfashioned slick vase and donned his
 q must stop a minute at Theodosa Parkman's" he said, we e3tmbed into the blackboard his hired
 He was accustomed to refer to Miss Parkman as 'my literary competitor" When I told her about it once she got hopping mad
 my competitor! Why, he never wrote line in his life that was good enough to publish outside the n0Y0 0.Asf wySch fIoro vDf;r eating in print modicum of the contempt with which she garnished the Daleve Sun
 Theodosia in class clear above Oliver's She wrote poetry exclusively she claimed with fine pride, and publication which abures swear words and the of intoxicating drinks We know a thing two in Eden! We know, for instance, that real poetry is as far ahpve ordinary reporting as heaven is above earth. But what never did settle to everybody's satisfaction was whether the sort of poetry Theo- dosa wrote was above the sort of reporting Oliver
 Theodosa in her garden when we drove up and she came to the fence to meet us She was a tall, lsan woman with superb black eyes and a rather severe face. can remember when she called the pretuest sirl in Dubois County. Oliver cranped the blackboard to bring 1t closer and then turned n his seat draping his long legs the
 Theedssia" he said. five got mighty sick brother too latA I thought I'd stop and ask if you'd mind gathering little bunch of for the snnS Needn't go to any trouble, you know Just take whatever comes your way"
 She .ss quick i9 her expression of sympathy for i him; = n.v:r f.ilsd anyone as to that Indeed, ene4gh to 0sciare she would have written better poetry had sAs been less sympathetic. Even Oliver, to hsavea Thsodosia would quit drying her eyes long enough to iosk at her feet, meaning of course her
 In the ant haH minute she spent condoiing him, thought detected a lurking hestancy to grant the fayor he asked She gave me the impression of SaHring for time. Still, knew there had never beea anything 0v0sive about Theodosia Parkman. Whsa shs Ought. she fought in the open, and when But she was 3ust as proud as the rest of us, and she most have recalled how often she had ridculed OIxerss reportoria task If there was any hestancy hoAeve1 1t passed.
 "rn do the best I can" she said, "only I must do t ia my own way; Oliver" he declared, how heartily did not at the instant apprecaatA "Give yourself full swing. I may have to be gone two weeks. Be to send the items in Tuesday morning. You'll have two days to get the first batch of, and I'll give you for starter what I've got together since the last issue"
 Hs tore . few leaves his notebook and reached thom a1ru8 the fence to her. "I guess you make them out" he said "rd have had them in better fRees fhe 1n'"n ''ne00oS eiSe was gong to use
 "rnn sure I'll have no trouble at all with them, i" she said, with critical glance at the untidy Scrawl
 After we lad left her, with profound thanks on Ofver's psrt remarked that it took good deal of always given to understand quite benea tn her talent Oliver regarded with quizzical grin.
 "Sbe's been itching for years to show me how to chance, we'll see what she makes of it."
 He had arranged with me to drive his rig home after his departure from the station, and about 10 pass TheOdosia's lane hour later when she from the porch. where she had evidently been awaiting my return. and beckoned me.
 "If you're not in a hurry, let the horse stand and come in, she called. ard 1 went up and took q seat the porch beside her She had the notebook leaves which Oliver had given her. and her black eyes were dancing.
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