The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-10-23
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A Novel;
A Week
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Copyright. 1914. 1915.
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| wal. then. ez TO carpenters"
Bert continued. "thsr's Hard cider
Howard. Hard Cider's forgotten
more about csrpent'rln' then most
o. the rest ever knco. But he looks
upon the apple juice when it's
WALLER. I kin keep Hard cider
sober while he's on your Job. Hell
treat yer fair. an see tibet the
plumbers do"
We came 90 a small settlement
OF white cottages. At one OF ihess.
Bert knocked We were admitted
by = pretty girl into n tiny parlor
where middIe.aged Irishmsn sat
smoking a pipe.
Hello. Mike" said Bert, this
Mr. John Upton. who's bought w
Mobiles place. an wants farmer.
told him you WIZ the man"
"Sit down. sor. sit down" said
Mike. offering a chair Sure. let's
talk IL over"
We'll. now" Mike was saying.
sure can run q farm. but Whist
do ] be gettin' for it,"
We settled on what seemed -
me reasonable wage. and thea
Mike asked:
But what be yer runnin' the
place for. Mr. rpton7 IL II real
farmer ye'd be-
"A real farmer" answered.
WHY"
Well. didn't know. onct I
FL
married rich. and he was always
fer maxim me try new-fsngied
things. Begorra. he nigh drove the
life out o. me with his talk. I've
heard say yer vuz a literary fel-
Ter. too. Mr.. Upton. and I have
me doubts
We'll am a sort OF a literary
Teller" ! confessed, but never
married a rich wife"
"srre. we're not so old TO be pas,
hopIn'." Mile replied. -
shook my head. ITS you
want to write a poem In potatoes.
Mike put back his head and
rosred. TITS a pome yer want. Is
it?" be cried. Sure. it's an ora.
ton III give ye. I'll grow ye the
real home rule pertaters"
We'll" said !, rising. do you
begin tomorrow morning. and viii
your son help for a few weeks7"
The mornin' II U.s." said Mike,
and Joe along"
I'm going to like Nike" said I
to Bert. a. We walked back up the
road.
u knew yer would soon ez I seen
yer" Bert replied.
Well said I. now suppose
I've got TO find a housekeeper, a.
soon as the house Ia ready to live
In. DO you know OF anyone7T
Reckon ! dew. You leave I,
10 my old lady"
mfr. Temple" said I. seems to
me I'm leaving everything to you"
Wal. meow. yer might do Q heap
sight WORSE" said Bert.
The following morning was .
balmy first OF May. but realism
again compels me TO confess that.
having read manuscripts the night
before Til ? a. m. ! did not lean
lightly from my couch at a.
breakfast call.
Bert hustled me off Immediately
after the meal 10 meet Hard Cider
Howard. whom. by some rural
wireless. >he had already sum
moned.
As we walked down the road. 1
saw my horse and Mikes hitched
to the plough. with Joe driving and
Mike holding the handles. Across
the green pasture already four rich
brown burrows were shining up to
the sun.
well. Mike didn't wait long."
exclaimed. Il wonder why he
started in there?"
Il told him to-" said Bert. That's
goin' ter be yer perta,er crop this
year"
as it," said l. WHY" I felt
a little peeved. After all. this was
my farm.
'Cuz it's pasture land thet's good
fer pertaters. an yer don't need II
fer the cows. an Il Kin be worked
ter give yer a crop right off. even
tho 'twant ploughed under in the
fall" Bert answered. You trust
yer Uncle Hiram fer bit. sonny"
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