The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1912-06-27
Harvest Hands
copyright, 1911. BY Associated Literary PressD

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Indiana. Iowa. Kansas--all over the
west. They wanted them so bad
that very high wages were offered
and agents sent east to talk and ad-
vertise. II was free fare out, with
leep on the road, and then SO per
| day and the most liberal board for
weeks and weeks. IL was the great.
est chance for the students working
their way through college. and scores
of them took advantage of It.
Dwight Carleton, of Columbia,
looked upon It as a special interpo-
sition of Providence. In six weeks he
could earn sufficient to take him
through the winter term. He had
no wealthy father to back him
Fourteen hours per day in the har-
vest field, and the farmer carrying a
crouch because he could not make Il
| fifteen! A bed on the hay in the
barn, and every man still hungry as
he arose from the liberal table :"
The husky workers groaned and per-
spired and stood It, Those who had
never roughed It kept on as long as
they could. and dropped out and were
paid off and told to 60 And when
Dwight Carleton was handed his
wages. after ten days of back
breaking work, he found them insult
icient even to pay his railroad fare
back as far as Chicago And then
some one stole his spare clothing, and
when he "hit the pike" he had
nothing. to carry in his hands.
There came a day to Dwight Carle-
ton when he had to sit down by the
roadside and wonder II he could ever
make another mile. Exhausted with
hunger and tramping and exposure.
and a fever burning him, he sat with
his head in his hands and his courage
all gone. And then the children from
he country school. quarter of a mile
away, came along on their way home
md stopped to look at him and make
comments. And a little later came
the schoolma'am in her pink sunbon-
net and clean calico dress.
"You are ill.," she said as she
danced at the young man.
He nodde his head.
"Well, come back to the first
house. That's where live. My faith
ar is a farmer, but I'm teaching this
school this term You are i'll and
weak. Take my arm"
But I'm penniess." replied the ex-
harvest hand with a rueful smile.
Come now, and We'll walk SLOW
y."
II was after the patient had got to
he house and found a bed and the
elephone had summoned a doctor,
hat the farmer came up from the
field to say to his daughter:
For the last two years you've
been trying to turn this house into
4 tramp hospital and now you've
one it! That feller is playing pos
sum on you. He's got to get out of
this and move along,"
The father was taken into the bed
~oom of the half-asleep, muttering
,oung man and shown the palms of
mis- hands. They were blistered.
Guess he's been at work some
Where's and played out but 1t amt
or us TO pay his doctor bills and
Nurse him"
81 can pay. father. from my school
money"
'Humph! And when he gets able
20 go, he'll steal my best horsel"
II was two weeks before the pa
tient was able to leave his room, and
cwo more before he was moving
around outdoors. Before that he had
old his story and written letter to
be mailed to New York city.
Trying to get through college
hump" was the farmers reply. "Ma,
our Susie's soft as butter. She be-
lieves every word that feller says.
and you keep your eye out that they
don't elope together That letter to
New York was only blind. It'll
never be took notice Of"
But 1t was. There came an an
swer and a big money order, and
young Mr.. Carleton was to get some
clothes and come on as soon as he
could. He owed something to the
farmer. At a family council the
farmer reckoned that $50 would be
about right.
"He shall never pay 1t. father!" ex-
claimed the daughter as the red
blazed up in her cheeks.
"Then who will?"
81 will! / told you so in the be-
ginning. That money is only loan
from a friend"
Out in the orchard. the day before
he left, the ex-harvest hand tried to
pay the money 10 his nurse, but she
held her hands behind her and said
she wanted to be his creditor.
"For how long?" he asked.
It'll you-you-"
81 shall come back some day to pay
my de5t. When do | shall ask for
something | dare not speak Of now.
How long will you waltz"
isn't cash in thirty days the ruler"
she blushingly asked.
One spring day three years later
the mother ran down into the field to
say to the husband: