(Continued from last week.)
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I.—The crowning desire in
the life of old Baumgartner, a Penn
sylvania German is to obtain possession
of tli*' beautiful meadow which lies just
between Baumgartner's property and the
railroad station. The property in question
was inherited by Sarah Pressel, very
firetty and athletic young girl, and be
onged solely to her. But old Baumgart
ner had longed for it so many years and
endeavored to purchase it from Sarah’s
father so many times that the property
became known as “Baumgartner'i*
yearn.” At the vicinage gatherings on
the porch of the store old Baumgart
ner always declared that the property
Would some day be Ills. At length Baum
gartner came to realize that his only
hope of obtaining the property would he
through tin marriage of his son Seplien
tjah to Sarah IT .-sol. In a mock auction
"Scff.V ns Sephenijah P. BaumgarUior,
Jr., Is poptikm\ known. Is rallied off by
liis father to Sarah for $1.
CHAPTER II. -"SelTy" Is a meek, slow
going youth, who is nev< r lira, in tin
race for anything. He is fair haired, do
cile. always led h.v his father. Ol a rather
angelic disposition is lie—a gentle and
kind youth who seems to not u lerstand
anything about sir.ft* and competition.
Thus he appears utterly incapacitated to
win In any contest of love or life. Sarah
Pressel is quite the opposite of Seify. Her
hair is nearly red. Sic Is all life and ani
mation an*l oitii jump fonros i.l:,■ a wild
colt and she is grace and color itself. Her
one fault is a \ > ry hign Lemper. Baum
gartner gives Softy some lessons in court
ship.
CHAPTER 111 SelTy dons his stove
piple hut and prep ire. to go sit up with
Sarah. Baumgartner has caused himself
to be appointed guardian of Sally.
CHAPTER IN'. SelTy shows his first
spark of animation. He is unable to re
sist the fascinating witcheries of Sally
and he kisses her. It was the first kiss
he had ever known. Rut SelTy was not
the first loan to know tin* pleasures of
kissing Sally. She promises him. how
ever, that she will never again kiss any
man but him.
CHAPTER V.—Sam Fritz, a drunken
grocery clerk,—old Baumgartner calls
him a "molasses tapper'' - alls on Sally
and interrupts the kissing. They go into
the parlor and begin a "sitting up" eon
test. In accordance with the customs of
the place and tlie time, the one who is
defeated in such a contest is unworthy
the hand of the girl. Sell \ goes to sleep
and begins snoring. Sally leaves the
room in a huff saying: "Good night, gen
tlemen."
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
unlimbered 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
continued to whistle. The uext time
he stopped.
“We won't go home tell morning,
hah, Sef? I 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
shut your head up. Say—you don’t
want to be no anchel now, I expect,
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Hut Seffy and the mare had disap
pointingly passed on.
"Well! Gee—wo—way—gee! Git
along!" Ami 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 anvsing occur?”
Seffy faltered guiltily a moment.
"Yes," he said, then briefly, “some
thing always occurs."
“Sef—Seffy, but about the pas
ture-”
Seffy started the mare.
"Whoa!” roared the old man again
with the same result. Hut he did not
laugh this time. He sat on the handles
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.
“\nr tlift tlinnmnfl nnr Viniv
grease, nor nossing? Oh — gc*sb-a’
mighty! Gee—wo—way!”
But before they met again, his
gaiety had given way to an immense
disappointment. The tragedy of the
situation hud prevailed with him, too.
Seffy sullenly kicked a clod to pieces.
His father looked off toward the cov
eted pasture and sighed. It was a
i 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 thick-girthed, wholesome
oak trees punctuated it. A stream
laughed through it. Goodly cows stood
chewing in the water and swashing
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. "1 nefer seen no such clofer.
And she's a nice gal. I nefer seen no
such gal, hose 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
into place.
"Sef,” he said, "tell me about it.
I'm sorry 1 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 wiss me, 1 know; when anysing
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-”
"Kr- yas—you do snore, Sef. Efery
body does. It's the Lord's fault, l 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—Sally'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.
“Pasteboard — tombstone!” Seffy’s
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, llut Forgot-—Read
Backwards.’ ”
His father stifled a laugh. It was an
old trick to him.
“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
i was new\ Seffy helped him.
"Forgot, but not gone.”
There was no restraint to his
father's laughter now. After It had
subsided he asked:
"What did you do wiss the tomb
stone?”
“Left it there."
"That’s bad, Seffv. He’ll put it up
at the store an' you ken nefer go there
no more.”
Seffy’s look of horror was a re
minder to his father that it would
have been better not to say that. But
Old Baumgartner had tremendous
aplomb.
"Nefer mind—nefer mind. Mebby
he won't sink of that"—though he
knew the store clerk would be certain
to think of it.
Upon a sudden thought the old man :
leaped up.
"And where was Sam? Say! When i
you woke up?"
"I don't know.”
"But—he wasn't there—at Sally's?”
"No," said Seffv hopelessly.
His father clutched his shoulder and
set him on his feet.
“Well—you dam' little idjiot.—aha—
ha-ha—don't you see that you did set
him out—say! Why, you're a winner,
Seffv! I'm proud of you!”
Scffy started and looked a little less
inert. His father laughed hugely.
“1 knowed you'd do it! Aha—ha-ha!
Nobody ken beat a Baumgartner
courting a gal! What’s sleeping—if
you stayed! Huh! You stayed tell
daylight! Sef—I’m laughing! Why. I
used to sleep when 1 set up wiss you’
mammy efery time another feller was
there. 1 done it a-purpose! And she'd
wake me up when the other feller was
gone and it came time for me to go.
Why—say—I stayed and slept all
night—tell broad daylight and go home
wiss the cows in tlie morning—many
a time! Yassir! Chust like you, Sef!
Sef, you're all right. Goshens, but
you had a narrow excape, though!
Chust suppose you'd 'a' woke up and
forgot what you was up to—you do that,
sometimes, Sef, when you're dreamy—
and gone home before you remember
ed that you was out-setting him!
He'd ’a’ had you dead, Scffy, dead and
buried in the family lot. But you got
him, Seffy, ol’ boy—and Sally, too, be
goshens! Shall we get at the fence
to-day?" Seffy did not respond. And
his father knew better than most of
us where suggestion should stop.
"Ail right. We hose busy to-day.
Mebby we better let it be tell to-mor
row.”
Of course Old Baumgartner w'as well
aware that his logic would not bear
the least scrutiny. And he regarded
Seffy anxiously as he raced through
it. But (lull happy Seffy saw no flaws
in it. He agreed with his father that
he had out sat Sam. And, if it had not
been too plainly accidental, he would
have adopted the fancy that he had
had a heroic purpose in it—so con
vincing was his father’s logic to his
little mind.
The old man rattled on. Seffy must
not think much.
"And snoring! Hah! Nossing—
nosring at all! I could gife you les- ,
sons in snoring. And you- mammy I
use’ to say that she liked it. It wasn't j
so lonely and she knowed 1 was on j
deck and alife. Snoring! Aha—ha-ha! !
What's that—if you are sure of the i
o' u\ .memmeu several rimes ana
looked less like a condemned male
factor—though still far from suborned.
“That dam’ molasses-tapper—he's
got *o be licked—and if 1 got to do it
myself—though 1 ain’t much of a lick
er. The whole county’ll know about
that—to—to—” he turned away to
smile—“tombstone. I bet he’s got it
hanging up in the store now! We got
to let 'em know that you set him out.
Sef! Yas—stayed tell daylight! Woke
up and stayed! Sleeping was ehust to
ketch him! You was awake all the
time! Lie a little, hah?”
Hlr father was proud of this last.
As they drew apart he called back:
"If she don't like snoring, Sef, wear
a clothes pin when you set up wiss
her—one of them wiss a spring—not”;
Aha—ha-ha!” And then: "You all
right. Set- yassir! you ail right—you
the conquering hero comes! Go right
back--mebby to-night—you entitled to
do it."
"Begoshens, 1 will!" said Seffy in
his father's own slogan.
Seffy would have pressed his suit
even without this, i think—because of
those moments in the dark parlor, j
One does not soon forget that sort of
Ump?.
"Vf-w,” advised his father, "you
!now well enough what kind of a tem
per goes wiss her hair—1 use to haf
hair enough onct—and it was red! All I
right when it's on your side. But hell 1
when it s ag in you. Them red-heads !
always regrets—I do and she does!
Say—Sef—Seffy, don't you let her re
gret in vain—ketch her while she's at !
it.”
So, Seffy went up the hill again—
not that night—which was a mistake
—he could not quite bring himself to j
that—but the next. And he had washed
the grease out of his hair and left the
hat at home as well as the butter
fly tie and the boots and, if I do say it,
he was a very handsome fellow, worth
at least a dozen of his rival.
(Continued on page 8)
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