The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-10-10


Look ere, Moses, you are not going
and there's no use Of wasting time
over It."
I'VE will first talk about marriage
and then get down to wind-mills," an
swered the agent, my name is Drew.
l own a house and lot In Raisinville,
and farm in that county. I'm sin
gle man, good-natured and good pro-
WIDER, and l want to marry Sarah"
Good Lord, but what forl" ex-
claimed the mother.
Sarah giggled.
Because I've fell in love with her."
Sarah Uttered.
But it's mighty sudden"
Yes, but I'm a mighty sudden man
always was. l either make a sale
of windmill within fifteen minutes
or l pass on
Sarah giggled.
He says If he and Sarah gets mar.
ried 1 can have a windmill at half
price," urged the father.
That's something of course" re-
piled the mother. but 1 can't under
stand why he fell in love with Sarah
like a gun going off,"
1T was that giggle Of hers" an
swered Mr.. Drew.
Sarah's giggle at this was charming.
Folks have always said that giggle
was fool thing"
Then they have been mighty wrong
about it. It's grand. It's glorious. 1t
beats beauty all to pieces"
Sarah gave him a grateful look and
giggled.
well, what do you think about it7"
asked the mother as she looked over
at the blushing girl
II (giggle) dunno" (Titter.)
1--WE kinder need a windmill, sus
gested the father.
And it's golden chance" added
Mr.. Drew. II have never made such
an offer before, and of course cannot
do 1t again"
IF Sarah would tell us what she
thinks" said the mother, impatiently.
Il think (giggle) yes!" (Titter.)
That settled 1t. They took MI
Drew's word for what he was, and he
did not deceive them. Three days Ia
ter there was giggling, tittering mar
riage, and two weeks later that half
price windmill was failing the air on
the Cox farm in way to drive all
the crows out of the country.
TO pass to the second era, it may be
said that Mr.. and Mrs. Drew lived hap
PLY for seven years, and then the
farmer went out Of the windmill busi-
ness. He had to. Death claimed him
for its own and 1t takes a very lively,
live man to sell wind-mills. Sarah had
continued to giggle and litter and she
didn't stop till the day of his death.
Then she stopped as suddenly as
carpenters hammer when its owner
hears the clock strike five.
You can't stop giggler and a tit
terer of years standing without re-
suits following. The widow turned to
poetry in day. She had never tried
to make a rhyme in her life before
but she tackled the joy now by writ
ing:
A weeping widder is Sarah Drew.
And things are looking both black and
blue;
Under the sod her husband is dead,
And she hopes he won't get cold in the
head
That was the first of series of
about a thousand poems" she pro-
duced. She had one on the doctor.
the undertaken, the pall-bearer. the
grave digger and the ministers. Then
she had one on her father, her mother
and the Windmill. Then she invented
and dedicated poems to everybody for
five miles around, and when the per-
sonal field was exhausted she went
for the sun and moon and stars and
the bowling gales and balmy breezes.
Very early in her poetic career the
widow Drew was called a fool and a
lunatic by most people that knew her,
and 1t was predicted that no man
would ever look at her with a view to
marriage. No man in his sober senses.
they argued. could abide such wife.
Sarah knew what the general feeling
was. and she took advantage of the oc-
casion to write: