Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1921-09-15

to put on style he Is ridiculous That
suggests what rhetoric Is apt to do to
the unframed intellect. II you've
anything to say or write. head straight
across the field and keep your eye on
the furrow." 5
In the last diary of Samson Henry
Traylor is this entry:
Il went to Gettysburg with the Pres
ident today and sat near him when he
spoke. Mr.. Everett addressed the
crowd for an hour or so. AS Kelso
would say He rode the prancing steed
Of Rhetoric My old friend went
straight across the field. When he
finished, the field. plowed and har-
rowed and fertilized by war. had been
sowed for all time. The springs work
was done and well DONE"
At quarter Of ten the doctor rose
and said:
"We're keeping Abe from his sleep
and wearing the night away with phi
losophy. I'm going home"
II came over to see If you could find
a man to help me tomorrow" Samson
said to Abe. Harry is going over to
do the chinking alone. I want man
to help me on the whipsaw while l cut
some boards for the upper flooring"
I'll help you myself" Abe proposed.
Il reckon I'll close the store tomor-
row unless Jack will tend It,"
"YOu can count on me-" said Jack.
"I'm short Of sleep anyhow and day
Of rest will do me good"
Abe went with his friends to the
door beyond which the two boys from
C1ary's Grove sat as If sound asleep.
It is probable, however, that they had
heard what Samson had said to Abe.
Next morning Abe and Samson set
out for the woods soon after daylight.
Il like that boy Harry" said Abe.
II reckon he's got gOod stuff in him.
The way he landed on Bap McNoll
was a caution. like to see Teller
come right up to the scratch. without
an invitation Just in the nick O. time.
as he did. That boy is likely young
coft-strong and timber and well put
together and broad between the eyes"
"An' gentle as a Kitten" Samson
added. There never was better
face on boy or better heart behind
Il. We like him."
~Yes, SIR. He's a well topped young
tree-strafght and sound and good
timber. Looks as If that little girl O.
Jacks was terribly took up with him.
I don't wonder
"What kind Of girl is she?" Sam.
son asked.
'sAwful shy since the arrow hit her.
She don't knew what It means vet.
She'll get used to that, reckon. She's
good girl and smart as steel trap"
Harry Needles went whfstring up
the road toward the new house with
sickle. hoe and trowel. As he passed
the Kelso cabin he whfstTed the tune
Of Sweet Nightingale It had haunted
his mind since he had heard It in the
woods. He whfstred as loudly as ever
he could and looked at the windows.
Before ne had passed, Bins face
looked out at him with smile and
her hand ffickeref back Of the panes
and he waved his to her: His heart
beat fast as he hurried along.
N"rm not SO very young he said to
himself. IT wish hadn't put on these
old clothes: Mrs. Trayror is an awful
nice woman bnt she's determined to
make me look Hike a prow horse. I
don't see why she couldn't let me
wear decent Clothes
Sarah had enjoyed motherfng the
bog. His health had returned. His
cheeks were ruddy, hts dark eyes clear
and bright, his tall form erect and
sturdy.
He, had helped Alexander Ferguson
with the making Of the fireplace and
knew how to mix the mortar. He
worked with a win, for his heart was
in the new home. It was fine Sep
tember morning. The far reaches Of
the great, grassy plain were dimmed
with haze. It was a vast, fiowery will
derness. waving and murmurfng in the
breeze nike an ocean. How long those
acres, sown by the winds Of heaven,
had waited for the plowman now ar
rived!
Harry felt the beauty Of the scene
but saw and enjoyed more the face Of
BIN Kelso rs he worked and planned
his own house no cabin. but man.
sion like that Of Judge Harper in the
village near HIS old home. He had
filed every crevfce In the rear wall
and was working on the front when
he heard the thunder Of running
horses and saw figures, dim in a
cloud Of dust, flying up the road
again. He thought Of the threat Of
Bap McNoll. It occurred to him that
he would be in bad way alone with
those runians If they were coming for
revenge. He thought Of running
| toward the grove, which was few
rods from the rear door Of the house;
| and hiding there. He couldn't bear, ia
run. BIN and an the rest Of them
would hear of it. So with the sickle
in his right hand he stood waiting in
side the house and hoping they
wouldn't stop. They rode up to the
door and disnounted quietly and hob
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