Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1921-12-16

y OIL don't know how good 1T seems
TO see woman and talk to her, and
we talked and talked until midnight,
after all the rest were asleep. She
let me hold the baby III my lap until
it was put to bed. How good it felt
TO have little warm body in my
arms again and feel it breathing! In
all my life / never saw Il prettier
baby 1t fel, good to be in a real
house and sleep in soft, warm bed
and to eat jelly and cookies and fresh
meat and potatoes and bread and but
ter. Samson played for them and
kept them laughing with his stories
until bedtime They wouldn't take
cent and gave us dozen eggs in
basket, and a piece of venison when
We went away"
On warm, bright day in the sand
country they came TO crude, half
finished, frame house at the edge of
a wide clearing. The sand lay in
drifts on one side of the road. II
had evidently moved in the last wind
A Sickly vegetation covered the field.
A ragged, barefooted man and three
scrawny, ill-clad children stood in the
dooryard. 1t was noOntime. A mon
grel dog, with bit of the hound in
him. came bounding and barking to-
ward the wagon and pitched upon
Sambo and quickly got the worst of
1t. Sambo, after much experience
in self-defense, had learned that the
best way out of such trouble was TO
seize leg and hang on. This he
did, The mongrel began 10 yelp. Sam
son lifted both dogs by the backs of
their necks, broke the hold of Sambo
and tossed aside the mengrel, who
ran away whining.
THAT reminded me Of bull that
tackled man over in Vermont" he
said. "Ihe man had club in his
hand. He lodged and grabbed the
bulls tail and beat him all over the
lot. AS the bull roared, the man hol-
Tered: I'D like to know who began
this fuss anyway"
The stranger laughed
as that Your house?" Samson said.
The man stepped nearer and an-
swered i'll low, confidential tone ::
Say, mister, this is combination
poorhouse and idiot asylum. am
the idiot. These are the poor"
He pointed to the children
"You don't talk like an idiot" said
Samson
The man looked around and leaned
over the wheel as If about TO impart
secret.
Say, III tell We" he said in a
low tone. "a real. first class idiot
never does. You ought to see my
actions"
This land is an indication that
you're right" Samson laughed.
at proves It," the stranger whis-
pered.
Have you any water here?" Sam
son asked
The stranger leaned nearer and
said in his most confidential tone. Say.
mister, its about the best in the
United States. Right over y0nder in
the tuEc d lllo WOUuS--d SpTluS
as ice-Simon-pure water. Bout the
only thing this Iand'H raise is water"
This land looks to me about as
valuable as So much sheet lightnin'
and | guess it can move just about
as quick" said Samson.
The stranger answered in low
tone: Say, I'll tell We, it's a wild
cow--don't stand still long 'nough to
give We time TO git anything out of
it. I've toiled and prayed, but it's
hard to get much out of it,
Praying won't do this land any
good" Samson answered. 'What it
needs is manure and plenty Of it,
You can't raise anything here but
feaS 1t isn't decent to expect God
10 help run flea farm. He knows
too much for that, and If you keep
it up He'll lose all respect for We. If
you were to buy another farm and
bring it here and put it down on