Morgan County republican. (Versailles, Mo.) 1906-1914, 1911-05-11

cake fer 'em. Boys and fathers lots
of times don't want TO bite offen the
same slice Of life" Miss Selma Lue's
eyes had a far-away look In them and
she spoke very softly.
But what's a man to do? Build a
great business and have a son come
along and scorn it-d'you hear?-
scorn IT."
1T might be that what a man
thought was q great thing to do IN
life would look like small potatoes to
his son. I certainly am 5orrowful fer
you about being So disappointed In
your boy, and hurting Q. 1t Is to me
to talk about It, ! want to tell you
about how 1t was with Adoniram and
Elder Millsaps, fer maybe 1t will help
you to git comfort" Miss Selma Lue
paused as II the task was too great
for her, then looked at the old gentle
man gently and began again to speak.
You see. Elder spoke Adoniram out
In meeting and asked fer prayers fer
him cause he wouldn't take to the
farm he had worked all his life TO
leave to him. Looked like a pillow give
Adoniram a pain, and farm-chores set
heavy on him all over. After his IA
Their spoke him out and all the Twin
Creek Circuit sistern and brethren got
to stopping. when they met him, to
exhort, Adoniram lit out and 1t was
many a day fore they seen him again.
had the little horsehair ring he made
me and faith enough to hold him up
anywhere. Lands alive, but It was
funny when everybody went to the
Westinghouse to hear him speak
when he come home! He had done
studied and found out all about rocks
and things and was in the government
employ, and he had come home to tell
all the neighbors that maybe they had
a fortune in phosphate right under
their potato-patches and orchards.
And all Of them was a-cheering Of
him and the Squire ~a-calling him our
leading citizen. 1t do seem strange
how some folks will order out the
music fer they boys after they have
done fit the hard fight and don't need
no cheering on, instead Of starting
EN- out on the road Of life with a lit
tie w%hooping up. It's then they needs
it. am mighty glad I've got that
night at the Westinghouse to look
back on, fer he was bowed up by the
first rock crusher that was set 60
ing"
The old gentleman looked fiercer
than ever, but the tips of his white
mustache trembled and he drew his
brows together as If in pain. Hes
an u~ngrateful p~ig.head." he muttered.
but a good part of the explosiveness
was gone from his tone.
"Oh, maybe he amt now" said Miss
Selma Lue persuasively. There's
the case of Mr.. Alan and his father
the poor old mans pretty nigh broke
his sons heart and is acting fer all
the world like you say your boy Is.
~pig-headed. But we excuse him."
Mr.. Alan?" The old gentleman
sat up, but Miss Selma Lue failed to
notice the spark in his eyes.
Yes, that's a young man artist I've
got boarding here with me. His
name is Kent, but he Is Jest SIGH
friends with everybody on the Bluff
that we all call him by his first anne
His father is a big rich man. but 1t
seems like with all his money he
can't afford to let his son be happy
and do the world good by painting
beautiful pictures that are a regular
call to goodness fer anybody as sees
'em. He never said a word about his
troubles, but Miss Evelyn Branch told
us about 1t, fer she got acquainted
with him last winter some place she
went. The poor boy grieves so over
his father that I feel l could do jest
anything to help make 'em up. He
has painted some beautiful pictures
to 90 in a hall for workmen to see
how beautiful work can be painted
about. and he hopes his father will
see 'em and maybe forgive him fer
painting. never close my yes at
night without making 1t q subject OF
prayer to soften that old mans heart
Miss Selma Lue's voice was deep with
emotion and her eyes shone with
usefulness. -
Did he say his father was a hard
headed. old pig-head?" asked the old
gentleman flercely.
mo, indeed; he never!" exclaimed
Miss Selma Lue hastily. "You don't
know Mr.. Alan! Why, he's Jest that
tender and good that you would know
he loved his father hard. But how his
father could not know him enough te
trust him to do his mans work In the
world, | don't see. Looks like a NAL
must think his own life have been 9
grand success II he goes to a-direct
ing of his sons"
And this Mr.. Alan-er-er-yor
say he lives here? Been here long?
Long enough to git into the goot