The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1916-07-13
Where to, for goodness sakof'
Back to the old home"

where to, for goodness saksr
Back to the old home"
why, John!"
Not q word now" directed Bridges,
With Z decisive wave Of his hand.
Cant you 9 through . milestone
with a hole in It? I'm poor, don't you
understand-poor! poor! poor!" and
there was a vengeful. gloating satisfac.
tion in the emphatic repetition.
IL think I see, john" faltered
Mrs. Bridges, "but, oh! what a tearing
up"
Worth 1t, II 1t scares away this
scamp Of q duke!" declared her hus-
band. "Oh! I'll make It real to tho
public-to Hazel and this precious
sprig Of nobility Of hers. Poverty,
bowling, grinding pauperism! Now
then-no sentiment. Well furnish up
the old house Just as bare and unin.
viting Is 1t can be done. Al to tho
meals, no fatted calf, wife! Give his
ludship a genuine workhouse diet. It
will take some Of tho grand notions
out Of him"
So the plot was laid The new neigh
bors Of the Bridges pitied their sud.
den fall from a%hiuence." The old ones
back at the home town commiserated
them for making q costly splurge only
to come back to even nor humble and
restricted surroundings than before.
And n day bride and groom a.
rived. At the sight of the sunny happy
face Of winsome Hazel, the mother
broke down and the fathers heart soft.
ened. To the duke, however, the moth.
or was distant and the father fairly
uncivil.
Duke Edward" however, broke the
Ice Of severity, despite his gloomy re-
ception. He praised the meals, he was
like some high chevalier In his respect
for Mrs. Bridges, in his love for Hazel.
Early the next morning he strolled out.
side to join his father-in-law on tho
porch.
"Mr. Bridges" he began in his brisk
animated way, Hazel was telling me-
that you had Y q two hundred acres
In your place here"
oh, yes, such as It is," growled tho
old man. mot much good without
capital to work It,"
why" enthused Duke Edward,
there you r mistaken! I'm up on
soils and you've got the right sort
here"
What do you know about i'll"
queried Mr.. Bridges charity.
"Oh, my principal our at one time
was scientific farming. It would just
delight me to join you in good hard
work, making this wilderness blossom
like the rose. Say, won't you let me
try it-father?"
John Bridges WINGED. Then the bar.
rier broke down. The duke had disap-
peared. The hopeful, helpful real mar
had become manifest.
Heard your daughter had married q
prince or something like that, Bridges"
observed a neighbor to her father a
few days later.
That's right" assented the proud
father-in-law-'a prince of q good fel.
low!"
Then he went home with q happy
smile on his face. He started whistling
as he saw his son-in-law out in the
fields in true farmer garb, hoe in hand,
Hazel fluttering near by.
II say, son." he called out as he
passed them by, we're going to move
back to our real home tomorrow and
then he told where it was and why
they had left it.
You're the right sort!" declared the
bluff old fellow heartily, land l reckon
smart enough to hold a good business
II l start you in at it with the capital,
hey? Call the scientific farming quits
and let's all settle down to enjoy life
together!"
Copyright, 1916. by w. G.. Chapman.)