The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1911-09-21

once in while, and always gave me the
impression that he was secretly laughing
at me.
.'Still think you amt lawyer?" he
asked one morning. Ever think you'd
rather be diggin' in law books than
among these here jpotatoes?'
leaned on my hoe and looked into his
sharp black eyes. 81 wouldn't trade my
interest in these potatoes, '''said l, ''for
the finest law practice that man could
have. I'd rather deal with living things
I'D rather have growing, living plant
than dead and lifeless brief.
Mr.. Wilfest laughed silently. Well
see how it will be lastin', ," said he.
"We'll see how you'll be feelin' when
your crops show signs of bein' failures.
How's Nancy?"
Zine as silk" said l, land as happy
as lark
''Show any signs of bein' disconnected
with poverty?" he asked.
''Not one," replied emphatically,
land we're not going to be poor always,
either"
mot while you're havin' Nancy
around" said he, Fan l expect you
wouldn't be tradin' her for crop of
fortunes"
Before winter we had harvested and
sold our crop, and found we had had an
unusually successful season. Our debts
were paid, we had snug little balance
in the bank, and almost enough pro-
visions on hand to see us through the
winter. | was in mood to indulge in
some unusual extravaganza.
Nancy" said l, ''Iet's have dinner
party. Suppose we entertain your uncle
T sbo Al
eccentric and lonely Ezra Wilfest."
"Bob,' said Nancy, 1--WE will. You
have made good
Nancy and l were hilarious, Mr.. and
tented, and Mr.. Wifi st, who had accept
ed somewhat grudgingly, appeared to
enjoy himself as well as could have been
expected l was proud of Nancy and
proud of her dinner. There was chicken
of her own raising, hot and faky biscuit,
and in the center of the table a great
platter of potatoes boiled in their Jackets,
and through the split skins a feathery
whiteness cleaned. could not refrain
from boasting little after dinner, and |
told our guests just what Nancy and |
had accomplished that season.
'Robert," said Mr.. Rannals. 81 don't
know much about potatoes they're only
side issue with me-but do know
about men, and you're one. A man-an
honest man-who has made good
(Which reminds me-" said l, ''that
owe you nickel for piece of apple pie
Here it is - And l gravely passed the
coin across the table to him.
Guess he's quit bein' lawyer" com
mented Ezra Wilfest dryly. Hes a.
payin' his debts''
Soon after the first of January Mr..
Wilfest sent for me, and when reached
his house | found him sitting alone in his
cherries kitchen.
''Bob," said he, "did you ever think
of buyin' the Taylor placer"
Had thought of it? Every nerve in
me throbbed and jumped at the mere
mention of it. 1t was the finest little
eighty-acre farm in the county. Not
only We're its fields we'll cultivated and
fertile, but the residence was commodi-
Gus, artistic and convenient. | thought
l would be the happiest man on earth if
l could see Nancy presiding over it,
''Have II" | gasped. Il have never
dared to even dream of i'll haven't had
time for dreams"
John Taylor is thinkin' of sellin' it, !"
continued Mr.. Wilfest calmly You
know John was settin out some years
ago to be a gentleman farmer an he
ain t exactly been succeedin' in his plans.
! He's Wantin' to go to the city now an
be takin job, an he was teilin' ME last
night he would sell out for seven thous-
and.
I'D like to have that farm" | admit
ted, slow y, but you know as we'll as
do that it's utterly out Of the question. "
Mr.. Wilfest paid no attention to me
and continued slowly. 1--WE been watch
in you an Nancy he said, IAN I'm
thinkin' you've both got plenty of sense
an grit. can be lettin' you have the
money-say at about four per cent. Pay
it back when you get around to it.
| gasped-and then shook his withered
hand vigorously.
Il must tell Nancy" l said GREATNESS
ly.
But Nancy, when told her, did not
act as supposed she would. She began
to cry. Then she raised her tear-stained
face, laughing through her tears, and
threw her pretty arms around my neck.
Bob" she whispered, II don know
wanted to make sure-s ure-that you
SouAd LlohC SoOu, anu SoulliL IlSh
marrying "a failure"
She stepped back and looked at me
smiling. Bob" she said softly, ''you
have made good, but best of all love
you-and Pm worth fifty thousand dol
lars in my own right"
Dyspepsia is Amer ica's curse. Burdock
Blood Bitters conquers dyspepsia every time.
1t drives out impurities, tones the stomach, re-
stores perfect digestion, normal weight, and
good health.
A Monroe Man at H. c. |.
Harold E. Small of Monroe has been elected
sub principal of Higgins Classical Institute,
Charleston, for the coming year. Mr.. Small is
a Maine man, receiving his education at Free
dom Academy and the University of Vermont
and with an experience as principal of the
Winter Harbor schools he comes prepared to
give good satisfaction at H. c. l. His ability
as violinist and leader of orchestras will help
far in the social life of the school. Mr.. Small
took prominent part in the Y. M. C. A. work
at the University of Vermont. With the Sc
lection of Mr.. Small the full list of teachers is
as follows:
William A. Cowing, Charleston, Principal.
Harold E. Small, Monroe, Principal.