The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1921-06-09

Z fs's1 OIL 0OIl kHUW hoW SVou ~ SSNt'tS
TO see a woman and talk to her, and
we talked and talked until midnight,
after all the rest We're asleep. She
let me hold the baby in my lap until
it was put to bed. How good 1t felt
TO have little warm body In my
arms again and feel it breathing In
all my life never saw a prettier
baby. 1t felt good to be I'M Ia real
house and sleep in a soft, warm bed
and to eat jelly and cookies and fresh
meat and potatoes and bread and but
ter. Samson played for them ana
kept them laughing with his stories
until bedtime. They wouldn't take
a cent and gave us dozen eggs in
basket and a piece of venison when
1--WE went away"
On a warm, bright day In the sand
country they came to crude, half
y finished, frame house at the edge OF
d wide clearing. The sand lay In
drifts on one side of the road. 1t
had evidently moved in the last wind.
i sickly vegetation covered the held.
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 thu
best way out of such trouble was II
seize leg and hang on. This M
did. The mongrel began to yelp. Sam
son lifted both dogs by the backs o
their necks, broke the hold OF Samp'
and tossed aside the mongrel, wh
ran away whining.
u UThat reminded me of bull tina
tackled a man over in Vermont" n
said. "The man had club In hi
hand. He lodged and grabbed tn
bulls tail and beat him all over III
lot. As the bull roared, the man no
Tered: I'd like to know who oega
this fuss anyway"
H The stranger laughed.
Y "Is that your house?" Samson sal
| The man stepped nearer and a
| swered in a low, confidential tom
III "Say. mister, this is combinati'
poorhouse and idiot asylum. l
| the idiot. These are the poor"
l.. He pointed to the children.
y "You don't talk like an idiot" sa
Samson.
+. The man looked around and lean
il over the wheel as If about to 1mpt
y a secret.
7 -Say, Tll tell ye," he said in
low tone. "A real first-class ID
- never does. You ought to see
actions !.
les .This land is an indication Il
en- you're right" Samson laughed.
It's, 'Tt proves it," the stranger wi
lsh pered.
"Have you any water here?" 81
son asked.
be The stranger leaned nearer
OF said in his most confidential tone. :
'ad mister. it's about the best In
United States. Right over yonder
tiy the edge O. the woods--a spring.
pom as. ice=zsimon-pure water, Bout
ana only thing this land'll raise is wat
son "This land looks to me about
yeu valuable as so much sheet light
Nhy, and l guess it can move just al
anu as quick" said Samson.
rls The stranger answered in
'ne' tone: "Say, I'll tell We, it's
'ins cow-don't stand still long 'nougl
am give We time to git anything ou
way It. I've toiled and prayed, but
! laa,, ah hard to.get much out Of it,
hat praying won't do this land
omn GOOD" Samson answered. "Wha
needs is manure and plenty OF
,rab You can't raise anything here
tho fleas. 1T isn't decent to expect
ont to help run flea farm. He kr
,ood too much for that, and If you
tba it up He'll lose all respect for ye
,ften you were to buy another farm
tant bring it here and put it down