The Glenwood post. (Glenwood Springs, Colo.) 1897-current, 1921-12-29

to see q woman and talk to her, and
we talked and talked until midnight,
after all the rest were 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 1t breathing! In
all my life I never saw prettier
baby. It fel. good to be in q 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 and
kept them laughing with his stories
until bedtime They wouldn't take
cent and gave us a 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
wide clearing. The sand lay In
drifts on one side of the road 1t
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. 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
it. Sambo, after much experience
In self-defense, had learned that the
hest way out of such trouble was to
seize a leg and hang on. This he
did. The mongrel began to yelp. Sam
son lifted both dogs by the backs Of
their necks, broke the hold of Sambo
and tossed aside the mongrel, who
ran away whining.
THAT reminded me of bull that
tackled man over in Vermont" he
said. "The 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 in low, confidential tone:
Say, mister. this is combination
poorhouse and idiot asylum. l 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, I'll tell ye," 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.
ut 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, it's about the best in the
United States. Right over yonder in
the edge o. the wOods--a springfield
as ice-Simon-pure water. Bout the
only thing this land'll raise is water"
"This land looks to me about as
valuable as so much sheet lightnin
and l guess ii can move just about
as quick" said Samson.
The stranger answered in a low
tone: Say, I'll tell We. it's wild
cow-don't stand still long 'nOugh to
give We time to git anything out Of
1t. 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 1t
needs is manure and plenty Of 1t,
You can't raise anything here but
fleas. 1t isn't decent to expect God
to help run a flea farm. He knows
too much for that, and II you keep
1t up He'll lose all respect for We. II
you were to buy another farm and
bring 1t here and put 1t down on