The Lehi sun. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1913-1949, 1921-07-07

orator Is horn with all tho rnetosN ne
needs. Rhetoric is steeJ tor tght
load under the saddle, bur mes TOO
warm blooded for the harness. iie
was for the day Of the pinned knight
not for these times. No man OF
sense would use prancing horse on
pillow or stone boat. A good plow
horse is a beautiful thing. The play
of his muscles, the power Of his stride
are poetry to me. but wnen he tries
To nut on style he is ridiculous. That
suggests what rhetoric Is apt to do To
the unframed intellect. II 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:
81 went to Gettysburg with the Pres
ldcnt 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 Geld. 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 n 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 II you could find
a man to help me tomorrow" Samson
said TO Abe. Harry is going over 70
do the thinking alone l want man
TO help me on the whlpsaw while ] cut
some boards for the upper flooring"
"Tll 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.
"rm short Of sleep anyhow and a 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 as II sound asleep.
II 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.
II like that boy Harry" said Abe.
81 reckon he's got good stuff in him.
The way he landed on Bap McNol
was a caution. | like to see a Teller
come right up to the scratch, without
an invitation just In the nick o. time.
as he did. That boy Is a likely young
colt-strong and Timber and well put
together and broad between the eyes"
"An' gentle as kitten" Samson
added. "There never was better
face on boy or better heart behind
II. We like him"
ayes. sir. He's a well topped young
tree-stralght and sound and good
timber. Looks as II that little girl o.
Jacks was terribly took up with him.
don't wonder"
"What kind of a girl is shel' Sam
son asked.
awful shy since the arrow hit her.
She don't know what II means yet.
She'll get used to that, I reckon. She's
a good girl and smart as steel trap"
Harry Needles went whlstllng up
the road toward the new house with
sickle, hoe and trowel. AS he passed
the KelsO cabin he whlstled the tune
OF Sweet Nightingale" 1t had haunted
his mind since he had heard II In the
woods. He whistled as loudly as ever
he could and looked mt the windows.
Before he had passed. Bins face
looked out at him with smile and
her hand hlckered 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 snld TO
himself. II wish hadn't put on these
old clothes. Mrs. Traylor Is an awful
nice woman but she's determined to
make me look like a pillow horse. I
don't see why she couldn't let me
wear decent clothes"
Sarah had enjoyed motherlng 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 to mix the mortar. lie
worked with a will, for his heart was
In the new home. II was a fine Sen.
TENDER morning. The far reaches Of
the great, grassy plain were dlmmed
with haze. II was a vast, flowery will.
derness waving and murmurlng In the
breeze like an ocean. How long those
acres, sown by the winds Of heaven.
had waited for the plowman now ar
rived!