Connecticut western news., 1922-03-23

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 fertilized by war, had been sowed for all time. The springs work was done and we'll done"
 At a quarter of ten the doctor rose and said:
 Were keeping Abe from his sleep and wearing the night away with phi losophy. I'm going home."
 q came over to see if you could find man to help me tomorrow" Samson said to Abe. Harry is going over to do the chinking alone. I want a man to help me on the whipsaw while cut some boards for the upper flooring"
 "I'll help you myself" Abe proposed. T 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 a day of rest will do me good"
 Abe went with his friends to the door beyond which the two boys from Clarys Grove sat as if sound asleep. It 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.
 q like that boy Harry" said Abe. q reckon he's got good stuff in him. Yhe way he landed on Bap McNoll was a caution. like to see feller 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 a kitten" Samson added. "There never was. better face on boy or better heart behind 1t. We like him." -t
 "Yes, sir. He's we'll topped young tree-straight and sound and good timber. Looks as if that little girl O Jacks was terribly took up with him. I don't wonder"
 'What kind of girl is she2" Sam son asked.
 Awful shy since the arrow hit her. She don't know what 1t means yet. She'll get used to that, reckon. She's a good girl and smart as a steel trap"
 Harry Needles went whfstling up the road toward tho new house with sickle, hoe and trowel. As he passed the Kelso cabin he whistled the tune of Sweet Nightingale" It had haunted his mind since he had beard it in the woods. He whistled as loudly as ever he could and looked at the windows. Before he had passed, Bim's face looked out at him with smile and her hand fiickered back of the panes and he waved his to her. His heart beat fast as he hurried along.
 'Tm not so very young" he said to himself. q wish I hadn't put on these old clothess Mrs. ,Traylor Is an awful nice woman but she's determined to make me look like a blow horse. don't see why she 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 tall 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 will, for his heart was in the new home. It was a fine Sep tember morning. The far reaches of the great, grassy plain were dimmed with haze. It was vast, dowery will derness, waving and murmuring in the breeze like an ocean. How long those acres, sown by the winds of heaven, had waited for the plowman now ar rived --~.at -ees@-..e s .s ~. P.
 Harry felt the beauty of the scene but saw and enjoyed more the face of Bim Kelso as he worked and planned his own house-no' cabin, but a man. sion like that of Judge Harper in the village near his old home. He had filled every crevice in the rear wall and was working on the front when he heard the thunder of running horses and saw figures, dim in cloud of dust, flying up the road again. He thought of the threat of Bap McNoll. It occurred to him that he would be in a bad way alone with those ruffians if they were coming for revenge. He thought of running toward the grove, which was a few rods. from the rear door of the house, and hiding there. He couldn't bear to run. Bim and all the rest of them would hear of it. So with the sickle in his right hand he stood waiting in- side the house and hoping they wouldn't stop. They rode up to the door and dismounted quietly and hob bled their horses. There were five of them who crowded into the cabin with McNoll in the lead.
 "Now, you young rooster, you're goin' to git what's com1n' to you," he growled.
 The boy faced them, bravely and warned them away with his sickle. They were prepared for such emer- gencies. One of them drew a bag of ] bird shot from his pocket and hurled it at Harry's head. It hit him full In the face and he staggered against the rAN |. FFNI-.