(Continued from last week.) 1
| SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I.—The crowning desire In
the life of old Baumgartner, a Penn
sylvania German Is to obtain possession
of the beautiful meadow which lies just
between Baumgartner's property and the
railroad station. The properly in question I
was Inherited by Sarah Pressel, very I
ftretty and athletic young girl, and he- !
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’s*
yearn.” At the vicinage gatherings on
the porch of the store old Baumgart
ner always declared that the property
would some day be his At length Baum
gartner came to realize that his only
hope of obtaining the property would be
through the marriage of his son Sephen
Ijah to Sarah Pressel In a mock auction
•’Seffy” as Sephenijah I*. Baumgartner,
Jr., Is popularly known. Is rallied off by
his father to Surah for $1.
CHAPTER II.—"Seffy" Is a meek, slow
going youth, who is never llrs; in the
race for anything. He is fair haired, do
cile. always led by ids father. Of a rather
angelic disposition is he—a gentle and
kind youth who seems to not understand
anything about strife and competition.
Thus he appears utterly Incapacitated to
win in ant' contest of love or life. Sarah
Pressel is quite the opposite of SefTy. Her
hair Is nearly red. She is all life and ani
mation and can jump fences like a wild
colt and she Is grace and color itself. Her
one fault is a very high temper. Baum
gartner gives SefTy some lessons In court
ship.
CHAPTER III.—Seffy dons his stove
§ipie hat and prepares to go sit up with
arah. Baumgartnir has caused himself
to be appointed guardian of Sally.
CHAPTER IV.—Sen y shows his first
spark of animation. He is unable to re
sist the fascinating witcheries of Sully
and be 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. She promises him, how
ever, that she will never again kiss any
man but ldm.
CHAPTER V.—Sam Fritz, a drunken
grocery clerk,—old Baumgartner calls
him a “molasses tapper”—calls on Sally
and interrupts the kissing. They go into
the parlor and begin a “sitting up” con
test. In accordance with the customs of
the place and the time, tile one who is
defeated in such a contest is unworthy
the iiattd of tiie girl. Seit’y goes to sleep
and begins snoring. Sally leaves the
room in a hurt saying: “Good night, gen
tlemen.”
CHAPTER VI.—Seffy tells his father of
his humiliation; of how Sam Fritz had
pinned to his bosom while he slept a
pasteboard tombstone bearing the in
scription: "Sephenijah P. Baumgartner,
Jr Went to his rest, June 10, 1ST 1, in the
20th year of his age. Gone not, but For
got. Read backwards.”
CHAPTER VII. — Seffy and Sally meet
at the Poison spring. She urges him to
do something to redeem himself. The
father advises Seffy to take Sally home
from church.
CHAPTER VIII.—This would he the
crucial test, according to the custom of
tiie times, which often meant disgrace
or even murder and suicide. It was the
rule in such a test that the one whose
arm the girl accepted when leaving the
church would be tiie favored suitor, and
tiie rejected one was disgraced and must
least town or triumph over his opponent
by force. Seffy dreads the church ordeal.
CHAPTER IX.—The church Is crowded
In expectancy of the enactment of the
romance anil a crowd awaits without.
Seffy takes up his position outside the
door to wait for tiie services to end am)
for Sally to come out. Sally appears,
radiant In her expectancy. She walks
down the steps alone, and on down the
walk alone. Still Seffy hesitates. Alone
she walks nearly to the gale while her
face burns with the humiliation. Then
Sam lakes Sally’s arm. She says: “I am
satisth d.” and Seffy is left in disgrace
to be held up to Ihe ridicule and scorn
of tile vicinage.
The Fanner’s Wife
Is very careful about her churn. Ph«
scalds it thoroughly after using, and gives
it a sun bath to sweeten it. She knows
that if herVhurn is sour it will taint the
flutter that is made in it. The stomach is
a churn. In the stomach and digestive t
and nutritive tracts are performed pro- |
cesses which are almost exactly like the ;
churning of hotter. Is it not apparent I
then that if tit's stomach-churn is foul it I
makes foul all which is put into it?
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CHAPTER X—Sam continues his
drinking and Sally begins to a quire the
habit. Old Raunigiiriia r is disgusted at
Scfty’s .miserable lailure at the church
teat. He curses his si n and strikes lain a
powerful blow with his list full in the
face. Seffy falls lifeless and the blood
mingles with his hr.ir. Then the repent
ant father gathers the youth in his arms
and hurries with hint to the house, all
the time calling for help. His cries at
tract bally and Sam Fritz, who are just
returning from the wedding ceremonies.
Sally rushes up to Seffy's room and finds
him still unconscious, in the morning
Seffy lias disappeared.
CHAPTER XI. It is a sad and lone
some winter for old Baumgartner who
spends Ills time mourning for Seffy night
and day. He loses hope and thinks his
son is dead somewhere from tile effects
of the cruel blow.
CHAPTER XII.-When old Baumgart
ner goes to Sally's home to surrender to
Iter his papers as her guardian lie finds
her haggard and worn with sorrow. She
agrees to quit drinking if he will take
the papers back and continue as her
guardian. They make a pledge of friend
ship and seal it with a kiss.
CHAPTER XIII.—Old Baumgartner
and Sally continue as bosom friends.
XIV.
For Setfy’s Sake.
And so throe—nearly four—yeara
passed and Sam was dead.
“Pappy,” she said afterward, “you !
have been very good to me!”
“And you to me—it’s efen—say
nossing more.”
"You have kept me from going
crazy, I think.”
“You haf kep' my ol’ heart from
breaking. I expect. Yas, 1 know, now,
that there is such a sing as proke
hearts,” he averred.
“Pappy, I-”
“What?" asked he.
“I don't know what I’m going to do
now'. I got to work for my living, 1
expect. There is not enough left
for-”
“You’ll nefer work for you’ keep
while I’fe got a dollar,” said the old
man. “I owe you that much for—
for-”
She liked that. She was sitting on
a low stool at his feet, her elbow on
his knee—her favorite attitude. She
crowded a little closer.
"Pappy,” she said presently, “let me
come and keep your house.”
“Do you mean that?” asked the old j
man joyously.
"Yes!” she said.
“Hut why? That’s hard work for a
gal that’s not used to it.”
"Oh, maybe I want to be where Sef
fy was. Kor—some day—some day—
iajp TfiFneor.-f./iw A,7 .‘an
i
he'll come back and I—want to be
there—to ask his pardon.”
They were silent for a while and ;
then the old man said, huskily:
"You shall. You shall sleep in Seffy’s
bed. Yon shall look In his little
cracked looking-glass,. You shall set
in his place at the table. You shall be
my SefTvAnd we'll wait for him to- |
sether and we ll bose ast his pardon j
—when he comes—when he comes."
“May 1 ride his. mare—and plow ;
with her?”
“You—you—you?'* he questioned In !
mis ecstasy. “Ken, you?—say—do you
sink you ken?”
Yes.” she said very softly. "If you ;
will let me, I will be all and even'
thing Seffy was to you. I took him j
from you. Let me do my best to re- j
place him. It is for that—that, only, j
that 1 have cared. We shall rent this
house and that will help—for 1 know
you have been getting poor, too—and
—and—if you will take it—I—1—want
to give you—the pasture-field—for—
oh, for Seffy'B sake. Will you take
it?” For he had demurred. “For Sef
fy’s sake—just as you would take it
from him—and as he would give it to
you—if he were ali—here? 1 want to
be both son and daughter to you. Let
me be Seffy aad myself too! It is
much—but let me try.”
But he had caught that little slip
I of the tongue, and was dumb.
They sat silent by the fire for a long
time then. Presently the old man rose
and lifting her he said, with a smile
such as she had never seen on his
face:
"Yas—for Seffy’s sake—come!
Now! ”
It was night. But he led her from
her own house to his. And that night
she slept in Seffy's bed.
One of Sally's duties was the nightly
reading of the Farm Journal. And
just now this paper, edited by a gen
tleman who knew nothing about farm
ing—and by him edited well—was full
of the great meeting of the National
Farmers’ League of the United States
of America, which was in session at
Omaha.
"By far the most Intelligent and
interesting paper of the session, thus
far,’’ Sally read one night, "was that
on ‘The Proper Succession of Crops in
Maryland’ by the youthful president
of the Kansas State league, Mr.-”
Sally rose suddenly and vanished to
the kitchen where there was a light.
"What was it?” asked the old man
when she returned.
"I—I choked," said Sally quite
truthfully, "and went for a drink.”
”Yas—don’t read no more. We’ll
find out about the succession to-mor
row night. But what was the smart
feller's name?”
She'pretended to look for it, and
when she pretended to have found it:
“Mr.—S. P. Brown,” she read.
“A Kansas man—about Maryland!
Huh!”
But that night, after Seffy's father
was in bed, Sally wrote a pitiful letter
—perhaps the first she had ever writ
ten:
“Dear Seffy (it ran):
"Please come home. Come as soon
as you get this. Your pappy wants
you. He is old and sorry, so please
come right away.
“Sephenijah P. Baumgartner, Senior.”
But the envelope was addressed to
"Mr. S. P. Baumgartner, Jr.,
"President Kas. State League,
“Kansas.”
The post-mistress smiled indulgently
as Sally handed In the letter the next
day.
"A long way off,” she said.
"Yes,” said Sally, fidgeting with her
bonnet. “How soon do you think it
will get there?”
The post-mistress reflected.
"About a week,” she said then.
“So long?”
But, as a matter of fact, she had
•bought it would take longer. Kansas
was a vague place in those days, and
a vast distance away.
“Well,” said the post-mistress com
fortingly, “mebby not quite so long.
But better not count on its getting
there sooner. I ll give it a good start,
i'll put it in the mail bag now.”
“Thank you," said Sally'.
She watched her put it into the bag j
and then went dreaming home, and !
for all of the two weeks of waiting she
was very happy—dreaming a!v,*ays.
Poor girl—she had made her life so
unhappy that joy ijeemed divine. She |
was sure of Seffy. Sometimes she won- I
dered with a blush and a start if he
might not come himself in answer.
She would not have been surprised to
have him steal up behind her—that
was his way, she remembered—and
rail out softly: her name. So she went
about almost on tiptoes so that she
might hear him if he should. It was
a little difficult to keep it from the in
quisitive old man. who did not quite
understand her sudden happiness. But
she did it.
naiu, iiitnjij', *ximu v> rrfta »r-ir uj».
She was quite sure Seffy would not
waste a moment with his answer. And
he might use that mysterious instru
ment, the telegraph, which she under
stood would not take more than an
hour from Kansas. She supposed his
message, even if he used the tele
graph. would come to the post-office.
The ceremonial of a letter, with
simple people, is as much a matter of
concern as a treaty between two na
tions. And now, as she dressed her
self in her best clothes to go to the
post-office, sh.e felt, somehow, as if
she were to be in Seffy a personal
presence, and must be as immaculate
as always. She wondered how he
would address her—forgetting that his
answer must come to the one whose
name she had signed. She had heard
of various most dear head lines to let
ters. 1 ar» afraid she blushed at ail
this For. as she looked in the glass, J ’
she saw * face so radiant that she
looked again to identify It. 1
So, ali the more she dressed herself j
with the same care she would have , ‘
taken were she going to him instead 1
of to the post-office for his letter. She i !
remembered what he had said about
her hair, and she ventured to pull It 1
about her face, much as it had been 1
that night in the dark parlor. But at 1
the thought of that the tears came
slowly into her eyes. She had been
very happy that night. It was all the
happiness she had ever known, it
seemed now. She dried her eyes and
then she sat at the table where Seffy
had often sat, and looked again in his
broken mirror. The radiance was
quenched. Her face was pale and thin
now. She thought of it quite as if he
were soon to see it.
"1 wonder if he'll think me hand
aome, now?" She shook her head
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doubtfully at the face she saw in the
glass. “No, I have no red cheeks no
more—and my eyes are bigger—and
my lips thinner—and my hair is paler
—and my hands-”
She remembered how he had kissed
them, and put her head down and
sobbed. They did not seem fit to be
kissed now—nor worth kissing.
But the post-mistress liked her bet
ter that way and so do 1. For she had
acquired a daintiness that was almost
immaculate.
As soon as Sally came, the post-mis
tress smiled and shook her head. For
she had understood what the letter
contained quite as if she had seen it.
And she had watched anxiously for the
answer.
“Not yet," she said compassionately.
Sally's legs weakened and she
clutched at the little shelf before her.
It took a moment to swallow the thing
in her throat. Then she murmured:
“It’s two weeks.”
“Yes. But he’d have to be pretty
prompt to get it here by this time.”
Sally had been sure of this prompt
ness. It never occurred to her to j
I d I If .
doubt. She would not have wasted a
minute, 9fce turned hopelessly away. J
“Perhaps to-morrow!” said the kind
poet-mistress.
Sally veered, smiling.
"You think so?”
“Perhaps. One can never tell. Don’t
worry, dear. You see the address was
very vague and It may be some time
before they find him.”
"You don’t think it is too late?”
"I hope not, dear.”
She had not thought of that before.
Lhe had fancied him waiting for some
such recall. Put, of course, he had
formed other ties—he would be glad
to forget her. He might be married! :
Of course he was! Otherwise he could
not be a president!
"I guess it’s too late,” she said j
again.
"I would not think that. The ad- I
dress was viery vague. But, after you
were gone, I took the precaution to
put a return address on the envelope,
and If he does not get It, It will come
back; but that will take some little
lime.”
There was nothing the next day nor '
die next, nor for the many days after
ward that she wont to the post-office,
’he was no longer dressed up for the
rip, and she was glad now she had not
old his father.
For a while she had to lock herself
n her room when the desire came on
ler to go to the post-office. And then
he remained away three days, then a
veek, and then fhe post mistress ad
nitted that the letter had had time
o be returned. She must not give up
hough. Strange things happen, some
imes, with letters.
The letter had been returned, the
lost-mistress had it then. But she
pityingly thought it best that Sally
should wait for it still, while she tried
to send it back to him.
Otherwise it was very much as Sally
had planned and hoped, save that she
was a bit sadder. She kept Seffy's
father's house, as, perhaps, no house
was ever kept before. She had not
been famous for the keeping of her
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