Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-01-06

ish," said his wire. II we IIeu W
keep you here Henry Brimstead would
never forgive US. He talks about you
morning, noon and night. Any n
would think that you was the Samson
that slew the Philistines."
"How is HenryY Samson ked
"He married my sister and they're
about as happy as they can be TINS
side the river Jordan" she went on
'They've got one O. the best farms
in Tazewell county and they're goin'
to be rich"
Eyes. sir; l didn't think O. that"
said Peasley. Henry and his wife
would boiler If we didn't take We over
there. It's only a quarter OF a mile.
I'll show We the way and Wen all
come over this evening and have a
talkin' bee."
Samson was pleased and ~astonished
by the look of Brimstead n his
home and his family and the account
of his success. The man from the
sand flats was clearly shaved, save
for a black mustache, and neatly
dressed and his face glowed with
health and high spirits. A handsome
brown-eyed miss of seventeen came
galloping up the road on her pony
and stopped near them.
"Annabel, do you remember this
man?' Brimstead asked.
The girl looked at Samson.
GnTN &. 4ho Ona~ -h0 ho1nod nc nIf
of Flea valley" said the girl. "Would
you mind if 1 kissed your"
II would be sorry If you didn't"
said Samson. Here's my boy, Harry
Needles. You wouldn't dare kiss him,
l guess"
II would be sorry, too, If you didn't"
Harry laughed as he took her hand.
"Tm afraid you'll have to stay sor-
ry," said Annabel turning red with
embarrassment. II never saw you be-
fore"
Better late than never" Samson
assured her. you don't often see a
better fellow"
The girl laughed with a subtle look
Of agreement in her eyes. Then came
up from the barn the ragged little
lad of No Santa Claus Land-now a
sturdy, bright-eyed, handsome boy Of
twelve.
The horses were put out and all
went in to supper.
After supper Brimstead showed
models of a moving machine with q
cut bar six feet long, and a pillow
which would turn two burrows.
''That's what we need on these
prairies," said Samson. Something
that'll turn 'em over and cut the crop
quicker"
"Say, I'll tell ye," said Brimstead
as If about to disclose a secret. "These
great stretches Of smooth, rich land
just everlastingly ram the spurs into
you and keep your brain galloping.
Mine is goin' night and day. The
prairies are a new thing and you've
got to tackle EN- in a new way. l
tell you the seeding and planting and
moving and reaping and t%hreshing is
all going to be done by machinery and
nOfS6S. lHG WHeSi Will ne lu6 IOuH-
dalton of the new era"
you're right" said Samson.
Elbow are you gettin' along?"
Rather Slow" Samson answered.
"It's hard to get our stuff to market
down in the Sangamon country. Our
river isn't navigable yet. We hope
that Abe Lincoln, who has just been
elected to the legislature, will be able
to get it widened and Strengthened
and cleaned up so it will be of some
use to us down there"
1--WE heard of him. They call him
Honest Abe, don't they?"
"Yes; and he is honest If a man
ever was"
"Is he going to marry the Rutledge
girlT" was the query of Mrs. Brim-
stead.
&c" don't think So" Samson an
swered, q little surprised at her knowl-
edge of the attachment. He's as hum
iy as Sam Hill and dresses rough and
amt real handy with the gals. Some
fellers are kind O. fenced In with hum
liness and awkwardness."
"The boys around here are all