The Gotebo Gazette. (Gotebo, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, June 26, 1908 Page: 2 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
The crowning desire In the life of old
pHumKartnrr. h Pennsylvania Gorman. «
to obtain possesion of the beautiful
meadow which lies juat between Baum-
Kartner's property and the railroad ta-
tlon. The property In question was In.
herited by Sarah Pressel, very pretty
and athletic young girl, and belonged
•olely to her. But old Baumgartner had
longed for It so many years and en-
deavored to purchase It from Sarati s
rather o many times that the property
became known as •'Baumgartner a
yearn.•• At the vicinage gatherings on
the porch of the store old Baumgartner
always declared that the property woula
tome day be his At length Baumgartner
rame to realize that lila only hope or
obtaining the property would be through
the marriage of his son bephenljah to
Sarah Pressel In a mock auction ' berry,
as Sepl.enijah P. Baumgartner. Jr Is
popularly known. Is raffled off by l>is
lather to Sarah for |1. "Seffy" la a meek,
llow-going youth, who Is never first In
the race for anything. He Is fair haired,
do. lie. always led by his father Of a
rather angelic disposition Is h a gentle
and kind vouth wlio seems not to under-
stand anything about strife and compe-
tition. Thus he appears utterly Incapaci-
tated to win in any contest of love or
life Sarah Pressel is quite the opposite
of SelTy. Her hair Is nearly red. She is
all life and animation and can jump
fences like a wild colt and she Is grace
and color Itself. Her one fault Is a very
high temper. Baumgartner gives Seffy
•ome lessons In courtship Seffy dons hi
stove pipe hat and prepares to go sit up
with Sarah. Baumgartner has caused
himself to be appointed guardian of
Bally Seffy shows his tlrst spark of ani-
mation. He is unable to resist the fas-
rlnatlng witcheries of Sally and he kisses
her It was the first kiss he had ever
known But Seffy was not the first man
to know the pleasures of kissing Sally.
returned to th« sitting room with Sal-
ly—where Seffy presently followed. I
am aorry to say. like a conquering
hero—at which Sam gloated.
Unfortunately for Seffy, rural eti-
quette. as everybody knows, gave Sam
precedence. •"First come—last go."
is the illogical rule. But you are to be
Informed that the late comer is at lib-
erty to outsit" his rival, if he can—
or to dislodge him, if he can—by
strategy. But every rustic lover at-
tempts this at the greatest of risks.
To fall is equivalent to losing caste—
not only with the lady In question, but
also with the fickle world. For no
girl of any spirit would look upon a
swain who had ignomlniously failed at
such a crisis, unless he should rehabili-
tate himself—which means to accom-
plish the almost Impossible.
he stopped—more and more mlat—
Seffy slept.
Sam stopped his tenor that Sally
might hear him sleep.
"He said he couldn't lng bass!"
grinned Sam.
Sally s hand flew to her heart. 9he
had been trilling, if not with the art.
yet with the feeling, of a lark. It was
simply the Joy with vhlch Seffy had
filled her—only Joy. vast and free. The
red flamed In her cheeks at what
she saw. 1 shall not describe it. No
lover was ever more abject—no lady
was ever more furious! We see the
comedy of it only. We would not have
been hurt, eh? But we did not live
then or there nor under Sally's curious
small conditions—nor with Sally's tem-
per. Curiously enough, this Scripture
came to Sally's mind:
• Could ye not watch with me one
hour?"
You know what strange and Inop-
portune things come into the dis-
tressed, unguarded mind.
Sally rose with a dignity which
even Sam had not suspected, and said:
"Gentlemen, good night."
VI.
The Clothes-Pin Cure.
The old man had plowed six times
around the six-acre field the next
morning, singing and whistling his
unearthly tune as he went, when Seffy
unllmbered at the bars and started the
big bay around in the opposite direc-
tion. The first time they passed his
father only winked mysteriously and
isn tne auuusi luiiwsoiurc. i • .... ™
Sam took all tills into consideration j continued to whistle. The next time
as he watched Seffy—reclining in the
easy chair which Sally had Injudi-
ciously and Invidiously placed for him
him—grow drowsy.
••Sally," said Sam at the right mo-
ment, "play something.'"
•"I don't care to!" protested Sally.
But then she turned prettily to Seffy.
"Shall I, Seffy?"
• Yes," smiled Seffy. from his Elysl-
he stopped
"We won't go home tell morning,
hah. Sef? 1 usen't to myself. Say-
looks like somesing occurred after all.
hah? No one don't stay tell morning
unless "
Seffy was silent.
"That's right. Kiss but nefer tell.
For telling breaks the spell. If you've
had one and want another—kiss but
CHAPTER IV.—Continued.
"I have never kissed no one but
mother," said Seffy, who felt heinous.
"I don't know how! 1 don't knaw what
made me do it—I couldn't help it. It
won't happen again "
Whereat Sally laughed and clung
about Seffy's delighted neck and cried
to bis puzzled heart:
"Yes. it will!"
And kissed him back!
"Sally," said Seffy with solemnity,
"do you mean it? You not mad?"
"Seffy," said Sally, "I am not worth
It. 1 have been kissed by everybody
who wanted to kiss me—and I have
kissed everybody I wanted to kiss!"
"I am sorry for you, Sally," said
Seffy. not meaning at all what she
thought he meant—nor anything quite
clear to himself, except that she had
recklessly squandered something pre-
cious.
"I am, too, now."
And then—
"I shall never kiss no one but you.
no more."
"Nor I anybody but ycu. Seffy."
And. strange as it may seem, in
that moment, Seffy was the greater,
braver and stronger, and Sally but the
waiting, willing woman—as she ought
to have been. Indeed. Seffy was
courageous enough to have put that
question which might, perhaps, trans-
mute the pasture-field into one of those
that lie within the borders of Elysium.
But Sam moved—with decision.
They flew apart. Though he did not
at once enter it was too late—the
rapport was broken. Nevertheless.
such things can be mended, if there is
time. It is quite certain that if they
could have continued a little longer
In that dark parlor, with only the
email ray of the lamp from the hall
to lighten It. everything the sleepless
old man at home so ardently wished
might have been accomplished and
they might have taken down that
line-fence the ^ext day and then have
lived happy ever after—quite in the ^
way of the old fashioned story-books. bagg
For Seffy was still brave to audacity,
and Sally was yet at his mercy—and
happy to be so.
And here, if we were not arrived at
a climax, I would venture to halt this
history for a moment that we might
discuss a bit those trifles in life which
the ancients called Fate; and for
which, cr the lack of which, life often
goes awry!
But while Seffy's courage grew
again, and Sally's hope, the door on
the other side of the room opened and
the odious Sam came through.
A
■Itnatloo nad prevailed with him. too.
Seffy sullenly kicked a clod to pieces.
His father looked off loward the cov-
eted pasture and sighed. It was a
superb piece of land. And It had
never looked fairer. The sun was on
Its velvet green—the sun of the morn-
ing. A few thlck-glrthed, wholesome
oak trees punctuated It. A stream
laughed through It. Goodly cows stood
chewing In the water and swishing
amiably at the flies. The fences were
intact. It would have been a delight
to the eyes of any farmer on earth.
The old man sat on the handles of his
plow until it all got In his head once
more. ,
"It's a nice field, Sef—Seffy," he
sighed. "I nefer seen no such clofer.
And she's a nice gal. I nefer seen no
such gal, bose nice. Oach! they be-
long together. Well, gee—wo—way!
They belong to us!"
They always stopped for a word
when they met. The next time the
old man said, quite caressingly:
"Come yere, Sef!"
He patted one plow-handle, which
Seffy took, while he took the other
He thoughtfully pulled the boy's shirt J
Into place.
"Sef," he said, "tell me about it.
I'm sorry I laughed! But I lofe that
pasture and you lofe Sally. Let's not
be fools, but git em. I expect you feel
a little bad. But mebby you'll feel
better If you talk about It. That Is the
way wlss me, I know; when anyslng
occurs I like to gabble about It—and :
go and do it again—better." He let
his hand rest kindly on Seffy's shoul-
der. To this his son responded.
"I fell asleep," said Seffy, sniffling
ominously.
"Of course," said his father, with a
comforting movement of his hand.
"That's right."
Seffy was amazed—and comforted.
"I expect I snored "
"Er—yas—you do snore, Sef. Kfery
body does. It's the Lords fault, I ex
pect."
"In a nice cheer "
"Yas—you oughtn't 'a' set In no
nice cheer, Sef; somesing uneasy is
better."
"Didn't wake up till daylight."
"Where was you then, Sef?"
"In the cheer—Sal—Silly's cheer."
The words stuck pitifully In his
throat.
"Yas—" said the old man. looking
away. "I don't blame you, Sef."
"It was a pasteboard thing—like a
tombstone—pinned on my bosom " ■
"Vat!" cried his father—the "w"
would become "v" in cases of sudden
emotion. t i
"Pasteboard — tombstone!" Seffy 9
head dropped In shame. "With things
printed on It—Sephenljah P. Baum-
gartner. Junior. Went to His Rest,
June 10th, 1871, In the 20th year of his
age. Gone Not, But Forgot—Read
Backwards.""
His father stifled a laugh. It was an
old tiick to him. - -r"
"What—what did you do then?" he
asked In as matter-of-fact a voice as
he could command.
"Sneaked home. It was daylight'."
"Gone not, but forgot—read back-
wards, hah?"
He couldn't quite make it out. That
was new. Seffy helped him.
"Forgot, but not gone."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
um. secure and confident. "I don't
care!"
"And," said Sam insidiously, "we'll
all sing. You air. me tenor, Seffy
V.
•Seffy's Sitting Up—and Down Again.
However, there was another door—
and Sam arrived only to hear It close
,upon Seffy. whom Sally had Just
ipushed through It.
• rSeffy?" asked Sam casually.
* ' Yes!" answered Sally, quite unable
to keep the Joy out of her voice, "he s
lust come, and gone out to the spring
—for a—drink!" prevaricated Sall>.
"He'll drink something."
By which Sam meant some kind of
an animal, with his water.
•Nothing but water!" said Sally
meaningly Sr.m perceived Instantly
-Low the land lay." and made his cun-
BlBg plans. Saoi was not dull. He
"I can't sing no bass!" said Seffy
easily, ' and Sam knows It. He can't
make no fool off of me. Go on, ill
set here and—and—enjoy myself."
This was the direct rustic challenge,
with aplomb! Sam might choose his
weapons! It made no odds! And
Sally had to take It up for Seffy. This
she loyally did.
Unfortunately, when Sally went to
the organ Seffy was at her back and In
the shadow—the lamp had to be
moved—and In that sleepy-hollow
chair. But she had all possible con
fidence in him—and, alas! he had In
himself. For a while he feasted his
eyes upon the exquisite back she had
turned to him—and then, with a thrill
of possession. Inventoried the hair he
had kissed—a little disordered—the
Hps—the waist he had embraced—
how glorious that was' It seemed al
most impossible now that he had done
It. And the hands—what? He was
lost for a moment. Then he was
plowing opposite his father. The voice
which had so sweetly—what was It ex-
actly it had said—what?—he was
nearlng the line stake—still plowing—
he could hear the voice quite distinct-
ly—many of them—a choir—"I want
to be an angel." Sally seemed mistily
thar -but he was still plowing—now
shut your head up. Say—you don't
want to be no anchel now. I expect,
hah? Mebby you own one?"
But Seffy and the mare had disap-
pointingly passed on.
"Well! Gee—wo—way—gee! Git
along!" And he also made another
furrow—in a less happy temper.
When they met again:
"Whoa!" roared the old man. and
the mare stopped—trembling in her
tracks. He laughed. Betz still re-
sponded if Seffy did not.
"Sef—Seffy, did anyslng occur?"
, Seffy faltered guiltily a moment.
"Yes," he said, then briefly, "some'
thing always occurs."
"Sef—Seffy. but about the pas-
Seffy started the mare.
"Whoa!" roared the old man again,
with the same result. But he did not
laugh this time. He sat on the bandies
of his plow and regarded his son. He
was vaguely disturbing.
"Say—" he began ominously, "you
didn't git sot out?"
"Uhu," answered Seffy.
"What! Why. you durn——"
But then he laughed.
"Shiny hat no good?"
Seffy said no.
"Nor the diamond, nor the hair
grease, nor nosslng? Oh — gosh a
mighty! Oee— wo— way!"
But before they met again, his
WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE SAID.
Lucky for Poet That American Won*
an Was Not His Spouse.
A witty and popular American lady
was recently dining with a literary
coterie In London, when some one
started a conversation about the meth-
ods of working adopted by authors.
Among the many instances given was
that of a well-known poet, who, It
was said, was in the habit of writing
at night and in the early morning, and
who was wont to rouse his wife and
exclaim about four o'clock: "Maria,
get up; I have thought of a good
word!" Immediately on receiving this
signal, the poet's obedient helpmat*
would arise and make a proper note
of the thought-of word. About an hour
after a new Inspiration would seize
upon the bard, and he would then
call oat: "Maria, get up, get up!
I've thought of a better word!" The
company generally listened to the
Btory with admiration, but the bright
eyed American remarked: "Well, It
he'd been my husband, I should have
replied: Alplieus, get up; I've thought
of a bad word'-"—London Tit-BIts.
After suffering for
tills woman wan restored to health
by Lydia E. PinkhanTs VefetoWe
Compound. Read her letter.
Mrs. Sallie French, of Paucamila,
Ind. Ter., writes to Mrs. Pinkham.
"I had female troubles for seven
vears—was all run-down, and so ner-
vous I could not do anything. The
doctors treated me for different troubles
but did me no good. While in this con-
dition I wrote to Mrs. Pinkhamfor ad-
rice and took Lvdia E. Pinkham s Vege-
table t om pound, and I am now strong
and well."
FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN.
For thirty years Lydia E. Pink-
ham's Vegetable Compound, mada
from roots and herbs, has been the
standard remedy for female ills,
and has positively cured thousands of
women who havj been troubled with
displacements, inflammation, ulcera-
tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities,
periodic pains, backache, that bear-
ing-down feeling, flatulency, indiges-
tion, dizziness,or nervous prostration.
Why don't you try it?
Don't hesitate to write to Mrs.
Pinkham if there is anything
about your sickness you do not
understand. She TV"|1tr?a, Jr®?)[
letter inconfldenee andadvise you
free. No woman ever regretted
writing her, and because of her
vast experience she has hclpea
thousands. Address, Lynn, Mas*.
One of Bill Nys's.
Referring lo a real estate transac-
tion made by one Peter Mlnuit, way
back in the year lCl'S, Bill Nye. in his
history of the United States, declared:
"New York was afterwards sold for
$24; the whole island. When I think
of this I go into my family gallery,
which I also use as a swear room, and
tell those ancestors what I think of
them. Where were they when New
York sold for $24?"
The humor of this strikes deeply
when one stops to consider what has
been the outcome of this original in-
vestment. Peter Minult, with trinkets
and a few bottles of rum. so delighted
the native Indians that they gladly
turned over to him the whole of Man-
hattan island, now the heart of
Greater New York—'New York, the
Giant City." National Magazine.
The Perennial.
According to the Atlanta Constitu-
tion, a Georgia farmer posted this
. sign on his front gate:
"Candidates will pass on. No time
to talk to 'em,"
One morning his little boy shouted
from the garden walk:
• There's one o' them canderdates
here, an' he says he'll come in any-
how!"
The old man looked toward the
gate and said:
"Let hira in. There's no harm In
him. I know him. He's been runnln'
ever sence the war—jest to be a-run-
nln'. It runs In his blood an' he can't
help It!"
FULLY NOURISHED
Grape-Nuts a
Perfectly Balanced
Food.
An Exception.
"Children," observed the teacher,
"you must not use the expression, I
•lip against It.' It is slang." "Well."*
said a bright lad. "I saw an automo-
bile go Into a wall full tilt yester-
day." "Yes, but we're talking about
something else now." "But I was goln'
to say," continued the lad, "If the ma-
chine wasn't up against It I'd like to
know what."
Not a Reformer.
"I should thtnk you could easily
show the errors of your political op-
ponents." "Perhaps," answered Sen-
ator Sorghum, "but If I should con-
vince them they would simply adopt
my suggestions without giving me
But berore they met again, nis my u*k«*buuu wuuuui.
galei* had given way to an Immense j any credit for them The opposition'!
disappointment. The tragedy of the mistake* are a oart of my capllaL'
X .
No chemist's analysis of Grape-Nuts
can begin to show the real value of
the food—the practical value as shown
by personal experience.
It Is a food that is perfectly bal-
anced, supplies the needed elements
of brain and nerves in all Btages of
life from the infant, through the stren
uoiis times of at:Ive middle life, and
is a comfort and support in old age.
"For two years 1 have tised Grapo-
Nuts with milk and a little cronm. for
breakfast. I am comfortably hungry
for my dinner at noon.
• I use little r.eat, plenty of vege-
tables and fruit In *«*a?on, for the
noon meal, and If tired at tea time,
in:;,' Grape Nuts alone anl feel perfect-
ly nourished.
"Nerve and brain power, and mem-
ory are much Improved since using
G.a; e-N'tta. I am over sixty and weU'.i
[ l"> lb-.. My son and husband seeing
I t.ow I have Improved, are now using
I G -ape-Nuts.
"My son. who is a traveling man.
'i s nothing for breakfast bat Grape-
Mi's and a glass of milk. An atiut.
jver 70, seems fully nourished on
-Nuts and cream." "There's a
riea ton."
Nam-"1 given by Postirn Co., Battle
'reek. : < h nea l "Th- Road to Weil-
T.le." In pk<5s
E er raad the a^ove letter? A nr*
ne rpssi'j from tirr to time. They
tr« genu;.-. , trus, and full o 1 human
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