Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1915-03-11

more into the hands OF f1is unnatural
parent. .s
Certain IL was that the feelings of
all who knew the lads story showed
hearty sympathy with him, and when
one morning 1t was rumored that The
Boy from Zeeny he'd fnysteriousiy dis
appeared. and the rumor rapidly de-
veioped into an unquestionable fact
there was n universal senae of re-
greet In the little town, which i'm turn
resolved itself into positive indigna-
ton when is was learned from the
doctor that an explanation, printed in
red keel ON the back OF q fragment OF
circus poster, had been found fold
cd and tucked away in the buckle
strap OF his horses bride The some
what remarkable communication, in
spraying capitals, ran thus:
~Paps got nae agfn. hat to go.
Dam him. Doc tel her to keep my
books. Good by. fed ole ChaEly. /
fed him otes and ha an corn. He
wont need no more fer a weak. An
brand to- Doc tel her good by"
1t was curious bit of composition
--uncouti. assuredly, and marred,
maybe, with an objectionable pro-
fanity-but It served In the silence
and gloom Of the old stable, the doc
tors fingers trembled as he read. and
the good wife's eyes, peering anxious
ly above his heaving shoulder. filled
and overlooked with tears.
wish that ft were In the veracious
sequence of this simple history to give
this hayward boy back to the hearts
that loved him, and that stifl in men,
CRY enshrine him with affectionate re-
gard: but the hapless lad-the little
ragged tweive-year=oid that wandered
out OF nowhere into town. and wan
dered into nowhere out again-never
returned. Yet we who knew him in
those old days-we who were chiidren
with him, and, In spite Of boyish jeaf-
ousy and petty chickering's, admired
the gallant spirit of the iad-are con.
tinuaiIy meeting with reminders of
him: the last instance Of which, In
my own experience, cannot refrain
from offering here:
For years have been a wanderer
from the dear old town OF my nativity,
but through all my wanderings a gra,
cious fate has always kept me sope-
where fin its pleasant neighborhood,
and, In consequence, often pay brief
visits to the scenes Of my long.van-
isfied boyhood. 1t was during such a
visit. but few short years ago. that
membranes OF my lost youth were
most forcibly recalled by the progress
of the county fair, which institution I
was permitted to attend through the
kindness OF an old chum who drove
me over In his buggy.
Although 1t was not the day for rae.
ing we found the track surrounded by
q dense crowd Of clamorous and ap-
pIauding people.
What does IL mean?" asked my
friend. as he guided his horse in and
out among the trees toward the edge
Of the Enclosure
TITS Professor Andrus. suspect.
ne answered, rising In the buggy as
he spoke, and peering eagerly above
the heads OF the surging multitude.
And who's Professor Andrus?"
asked, striking n match against the
tire Of the now stationary buggy.
Wheel aud lighting the stump of my
cigar
why, haven't you heard Of the fa,
nous professor no answered, laugh
ingly--immediately adding in a seri
GUS tone: Professor Andrus is the
famous horsetamer' who has been
driving the country absolutely wild
here for two or three days. Stand ur
here where yoa can see!" he went on
| excitediy,
"Yonder he comesl Isn't thai
splendid?"
And II was.
Across the sea of heads, and faoins
! toward US down the track I cauRhi