The Arvada enterprise., 1921-12-29

orator IL born with all the rhetoric he
needs. Rhetoric Is 4 steed for light
load under the saddle. but he's too
warm blooded for the harness. He
was for the day Of the plumed knight
mot for these times.. No man OF
sense would use \ prapcins horse on
Q plow or stone boat. A good plow
horse IL . beautiful thing. The play
Of his muscles, the power Of his stride
are poetry to me, but whea b. tries
to put on style he IL ridiculous. That
suggests what rhetoric il apt to do -
the unframed intellect. II you've
anything to say or write, head straight
across the Geld and keep your eye -
the furrow."
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 20. Az Kelso
would say He rode the pranclns 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 a quarter Of ten the doctor rose
and said:
"We're keeping Abe from his sleep
and wearing the night away with phi.
II came over to see II you could hnd
. man to help me tomorrow" Samson
said to Abe. "Harry Is going over to
do the chinklng alone. want man
to help me on the whipsaw while cut
some boards for the upper flooring"
"I1l help you myself" Abe proposed.
II reckon I'll close the store tomor-
row unless Jack will tend Il"
"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
Clary's Grove sat us II sound asleep.
It IL 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
II like that boy Harry" said Abe.
II reckon he's got gOod stuff in him.
The way he landed on Bap McNoll
was . caution. I like to see felier
come right up to the scratch, without
an invitation Just in the nick o time.
~ he did. That boy Is likely young
colt-strong and timber and well put
together and broad between the eyes." !"
"An' gentle ~ q Kitten" Samson
added. "Thers never was q better
face on q boy or better heart behind
II. We like him."
"Yes, sir. He's q well topped young
tree-straight and sound and good
timber. Looks ~ IL that little girl O
Jacks was terribly tsok up with him.
I don't wonder"
"What kind Of q girl IL shef'' Sam
son asked.
awful shy since the arrow hit her.
She don't know what It means yet
She'll get used to that. reckon. She's
Q good girl and smart a. q steel trap"
Harry Needles went whistling up
the road toward tho new house With
sickle. hoe and trowel. Al he passed
the Kelso cabin he whistied the tune
Of Sweet Nightingale" II had haunted
hls mind since be had heard Il IL the
weada h vhistlsd - loudly - ever
he eeuld and looked at the windows.
Before hs had passed. Bins face
looked out at him with smile and
her hand 1ictered back Of the pane0
and he waved his to her. His heart
beat fast - he hurried along.
"rm nst - very young" hs said to
himself. II wish hadn't put on these
cid clothes. Mn. Trayior 10 an awful
nice WOMAN but she's determined to
make mo look IKE . plow borse. I
don't ses why abe couldn't let me
wear decent clothes."
Sarah had enjoyed mothering the
boy. His health had returned. His
cheeks were ruddy. his dark eyes clear
and bright, his tail 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 q will. for his heart was
In the new home. It was fine Sep
tember morning. The far reaches Of
the great, grassy plain were dlmmed
With haze. It was vast. howery vii.
derness. waving and n,urmuring in the
breeze like an ocean. How long those
acres, sown BY the winds Of heaven,
had waited for the plowinan now ar.
rivesl!
"Yes g way frem here ~