Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1921-08-26

/ orator is born with all the rhetoric he
needs. Rhetoric is stasa for light
| load under the saddle, nut he's too
warm Hooded for the harness. He
was for the day of the plumed knight
not for these times. No man of
sense would use a prancing horse on
pillow or a STONE boat. A good pillow
horse is beautiful thing. The play
of his muscles, the power of his stride
! are poetry to me, but when he tries
to put on style he is ridiculous. That
suggests what rhetoric is apt to do to
/ the unframed intellect. If you've
anything to say or write, head straight
across the field and keep your eye on
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 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 fortified 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"
~ 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. l want man
to help me on the whipsaw while cut
some boards for the upper flooring"
"I1l help You myself" Abe proposed.
81 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 win do me good"
Abe went with his friends TO the
door beyond which the two boys from
Clary's Grove sat as if sound asleep.
1t 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.
81 like that boy Harry" said Abe.
81 reckon he's got good stuff in him.
The way he landed on Bap McNoll
was a caution. / like to see a Teller
come right up to the scratch, without
an imitation just in the nick o. time,
as he did. That boy is & likely young
/ nd
together and broad between the eyes"
AN gentle as a kitten" Samson
added "There never was bettef
face on a boy or better heart behind
it. We like him"
"Yes, sir He's a well topped young
tree-straight and sound and good
timber. Looks as If that little girl o.
Jacks was terribly took up with him
l don't wonder"
"What kind of girl is sheT' 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 as a steel trap"
Harry Needles went whistling up
the road toward the new house with
i sickle, hoe and trowel. AS he passed
the Kelso cabin he whistled the tune
Of sweet Nightingale" 1t had haunted
| his mind since he had heard 1t In the
woods He whistled as loudly as ever
| he could and looked at the windows.
Before he had passed. Bins face
looked out at him with a smile and
her hand flickered back of the panes
and he waved his TO her. His heart
beat fast as he hurried along,
I'm not SO very young" he said to
himself 81 wish hadn't put on these
! old clothes. Mrs TraHor Is an awful
nice woman out she's determined to
make me look like a pillow horse. l
DOM see why she couldn't In me
wear decent clothes"
Sarah had enjoyed motbering the
boy. His health had returned. His
cheeks were ruddy. his 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 10 mix the rortar. He
worked with Il will. for his heart was
in the new home. II was a fine Sep
| TENDER morning The far reaches OF
the great, grassy plain were dimmed
with haze It.was a vast, fiowery will
derness. waving and murmuring in the
| breeze Ike an ocean. How long those
acres sown by the winds Of heaven,
had waited for the plowruan now ar.
rived