Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1916-01-19

mousse Mrs. Weston looked over IN the
field behind the barn. There was Mr..
Weston with the two horse turning
plow breaking about five acres of land
as deeply as he could sink the pillow.
We'll, never" she exclaimed. This
is the first time I ever heard Of your
father breaking any land before March.
joe wonder what put him in that
potion?''
He seen Buddy doing it, announc-
ed Annie. with an air Of conviction.
His mother and sister continued to-
ward the house, and Joe went to
where his father was steadily blowing.
What you going to plant. daddy?''
be asked Mr.. Weston grinned a bit
sheepishly.
II amt never thought about plantin'
oats till seen you do it. and l just
fggered l could foller the oats with
late corn, an maybe some peavine hay
for these critters, and make a double
crop on the land. It's pretty late to
be plantin' oats, though, amt it? You
don't s'pose it's too late, do you?"
It was the first time his father had
ever recognized him as knowing any
thing at all about farming, and to be
asked as an authority compensated for
a whole lot of things.
mo. sir; they'll make all right. II
| were you I'd cross break this land
and I'll harrow it for you tomorrow"
Exactly what I was goin' to do"
said his father.
"And, daddy. If you want to, you can
turn those horses in on my rye nights
when Sullivan's horses are off, think
some green stuff would help them a
whole lot
''Now, that's mighty clever, SON
an you needn't pay for the use of the
wagon to haul that fertilizer in, nor
for the use Of the harrow and horse
THANK you, sir. I'm going up now
and see how much seed oats l have
left think there is bushel and
half. You may have emit will save
you just that much.''
His fathers eyes followed him up
the hill toward the house. Joe felt
nearer to his father than he could
ever recall before-more on an equality
as comrade with him.
"Giddap, Ba]dyv' called Tom Weston
to the lazy one Of his team. Badly, l
thought that boy was actin the fool
about these leaves an stuff an this
here deep plowin'. It amt him, Badly;
it's me. Giddap! By granny, I got to
be maxim up for lot of time I've lost
by bein pigheaded.''
That night Joe got down his account
book. One page he had headed "Ex-
pense," and there he carefully entered
every cent paid out for posts. wire, la
Dor, seed. On the opposite side he
wrote the heading Income" for the
first results of his farming operations
that had come in the shape of two
scrawny little pigs.
Received from J. Sullivan two spot
ted pigs six weeks old; value. So each;
total, $4,'' he entered On another page
he headed, - Weston in acct with
Weston & Somerville." He had taken
the pigs in for the firm, but presented
both to his mother and sister.
ITO one Of the Sullivan pigs ~ he
wrote under his individual account.
then paused. He started to charge the
pig at the two dollar value, but at once
put the thought from him.
Zone of those pigs is mine; the other
is Mr.. Somerville's. If take his pig
and make present Of it should settle
with Mr.. Somerville at what the pig
would be worth when he and settle
in the fall. I'll pay for it out of my
share of the CROP" he said to himself
Then he picked up the pen.
ITO one of the Sullivan pigs, 49," he
wrote.
(To Be Continued)