Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1922-01-06

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sense would use prancing horse on
pillow or a stone boat. A good pillow
horse is a 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
dent 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 Ny 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:
Were keeping Abe from his sleep
and wearing the night away with phi
losophy. Pm going home"
81 came over to see il you could find
a man to help me tomorrow, Samson
said TO Abe. Harry is going over to
do the chinking alone. / want a man
TO help me on the whipsaw while cut
some boards for the upper flooring"
"Ill help you myself" Abe proposed
"I 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 viii do me good"
Abe went with his friends to the
door beyond which the two boys from
C1ary'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.
II like that boy Harry" said Abe.
"I reckon he's got good stuff in him.
The way he landed on Bap McNoll
was a caution I 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 liz 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 a better
face on boy or better heart behind
it, We like him.
Eyes, sir. He's q well topped young
tree--straight and sound and good
timber Looks as if that little girl O.
Jacks was terribly took up with him.
don't wonder"
"What kind Of a girl is she?" Sam
son asked.
awful Shy since the arrow hit her.
She don't know what it means yet.
She'll get used to that I reckon. She's
a good girl and smart as a steel trap"
Harry Needles went whiStling 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" 1t had haunted
his mind since he had heard it 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 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 pillow horse. I
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 rudy, 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 a will, for his heart was
| in the new home. 1t was Il fine Sep
TENDER morning. The far reaches Of
lIIc great, grassy pam were ulIHlucu
with haze. 1t was a vast, flowery vii
| dernesS, waving and murmuring in the
| breeze like All ocean. How long those
acres, sown by the winds of heaven,
| had waited for the plowman now ar
| rived
Harry felt the beauty Of the scene
but saw and enjoyed more the face OF
BIN Kelso as he worked and planned
his own house-no cabin, but man
sion like that of Judge Harper in the
village near his old home He had
/ filled every crevice in the rear wall
ard was working on the front when
he heard the thunder of running
horses and saw figures, dim in a
cloud Of dust, flying up the road
again. He thought Of the threat of
Bap McNoll. 1t occurred to him that
he would be in Il bad way alone with
those ruflans if they were coming for
revenge. He thought Of running
toward the grove, which was a few