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(Continued from last week,)
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I.—The crowning desire In
the life of olil Baumgartner, a Penn
sylvania German is to obtain possession
of the beautiful meadow which lies Just
between Baumgartner'S property and the
rnilroaii station. The property in question
was Inherited by Sarah Pressel, very
{iretty and athletic young Kiri, and be
onged solely to her. But old Baumgart
ner hud longed for it so many years and
endeavored to purehase 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 ills. At length Baum
gartner came to realize that bis only
hope of obtaining the property would tie
through tile marriage of his son Seplien
Ijah to Sarali 1 Teasel. In a mock auction
•‘Seffy" as Sephenijah P. Baumgartner.
Jr., is popularly known, Is rutiled off by
his father to Sarah for $1.
CHAPTER II.—“Sefty” is a meek, slow
going youth, who is never flrsl in the
race for anything. Me is fair haired, do
cile. always led by his father. Of a rattier
angelic disposition is lie a gentle and
kind youth who seems to not u: lerslund
anything about strife and competition.
Thus he appears utterly incapacitated to
win in any contest of love or life. Sarali
Pressel is quite the opposite of SeiTv. Hi r
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 .--Sefty dons his stove
ipie hat and prepares to go sit up with
arali. Baumg. rtner luis caused himself
to be appointed guardian oi Sally.
CHAPTER IV Sefty shows Ills tlrst
spark of animation. He is unable to re
sist the fascinating witcheries of Sally
anil he kisses tier. It was the iirst kiss
he had ever known. But Selty was not
the tirst man to know the 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 ’—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 tile time, the one who is
defeated in such a contest is unworthy
the hand of the girl. Sefty goes to sleep
and begins snoring. Sally leaves the
room in a huff saying: "Good night, gen
tlemen."
CHAPTER VI.—Sefty tells his futher 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, 1x71, in the
20th year of his age. (tone not, but For
got. Read backwards.”
CHAPTER VII. —Sefty and Sally meet
at the Poison spring. She urges him to
do something to redeem himself. The
father advises SefTy to take Sally home
from church.
CHAPTER VIII.-This would be the
crucial test, according to the custom of
the 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 the favored suitor, and
the rejected one was disgraced and must
leave town or triumph over his opponent
by force. Sefty dreads the church ordeal.
CHAPTER IX.—The church Is crowded
In expectancy of the enactment of the
romance and a crowd awaits without.
Seffy takes up his position outside the
door to wait for the services to end and
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 gate while her
face burns with the humiliation. Then
Sam takes Sally's arm. She says; "I am
satisfied." and Seffy is left in disgrace
to be held up to the ridicule and scorn
of the vicinage.
Making Good.
Thero is no way of making lasting
menus like "Making Good;" and Doctor
Pierce's medicines well exemplify this,
and their friends, after more than two
decades of popularity, are numbered by
the hundreds of thousands, They have
'made good” and they have nut made
drunka rds.
A good, honest, square-deal medicine of
Known composition i> Dr. Pierce’s Golden
Medical Disco'erv. It still enjoys an im
mense sale, while most of the 'prepara- 1
tions that have come into prominence in
the earlier period of its popularity’ have
gone by the board” and are never more
of.
heard of. 1 here must tie some reason for
this long-time popularity and that is to
tie found in its superior merits. When
once given a fair trial for weak stomach,
or for over and'blood affections, its supe
rior curative qualities are s**>n manifest;
hence it lias survived and grown in pop
ular favor, while scores of less meritorious
articles have suddenly flashed into favor
lor a brief tieriod and then been as soon
forgotten.
I or a torpid liver with its attendant
Indigestion, dyspepsia, headache, per
haps dizziness, foul breath, nastv coated
tongue, with bitter taste, loss of appetite,
■with distress after eating, nervousness
fnd debility, nothing is so good as Dr
’ierce’s Golden Medical Discovery. It's
•n honest, square-deal medicine with all
l$s ingredients printed on bottle-wrapper
rr ho secret, no hocus-pocus humbug,
therefore don't <u'cept a substitute that
the dealer may possibly make a little big
ger profit. Insist on your right to have
what you call for.
Don't buy Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescrip
tion expecting it to proy^ a "cure-all.” It
1$ only advised for woman’s special ail
ments. It makes weak women strong and
sick women well. Less advertised than
Some preparations sold for like purposes,
its sterling curative virtues still maintain
its position in the front ranks, w here it
■tood over two decades ago. As an In
vigorating tonic and strengthening nerv
ine. it is unequaled. It w’on't satisfy those
who want" booze," for there Is not a drop
of alcohol in it.
Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets, the origi
ns f Little Liver Pills, although the first
pill of their kind in the market, still lead,
and when once tried are ever afterwards
in favor. Easy to take as candy—one to
three a done. Much imitated but never
•Quoted.
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The Huge Fist of the Farmer.
From that day Sefly avoided all pub
lic places—and all men. He was no
body—nothing. He fell rapidly Into
that kind of disrepute which is com
mon to persons with failing reputa
tions. it was to his discredit that he
did not leave town, but this his father
prevented. Again he took to the cot
ton woods and the Poison springs,
with, perhaps, the dim hope that Sally
might again find him there, and that
the peeping moon might again inter
fere on his behalf.
Hut the moon went through all her
phases and then slowly turned her
back on him—and Sally never came.
In their casual meetings she was ice.
Once they passed on the road to the
store. She was in precisely the dear
garments he remembered so well—of
that first day—and as gay as then. He
trembled, and then looked up like a
mortally wounded animal. She was
looking calmly over his head. To the
rest of the world she was gayer than
ever, though that Sunday night laugh
still echoed in her head—kept her
maddened. After all, it wasn't worth
while to care for even Seffy with such
a little spirit. Why didn't he fight—
kill Sam or somebody? And the cun
ning Sam set the story more widely
going that for revenge Seffy had de
serted her at the church door and that
he had first laughed—Seffy. This was
tt>o piquant to be passed over, and it
was heard far and wide.
To Seffy's father, who, even in this
dire strait, strove for happiness for
them both—and, of course, the pasture
field—she said writh more abandoned
disrespect than she had ever ad
dressed to any one:
"You ought to be glad that I do not
take revenge on him! If lie wasn't so
little I would. Hut he's not worth
bothering about. Sacked me, did he?
I'll show him!”
‘ Why, Sally! What would you do?”
"Put him over my knee and spank
him and then pen him in the cellar!”
“Sally, don't talk like that,” pleaded
the old man. "It sp'iles your voice."
And Sally gave him then and there
a rude specimen of how her voice was
being spoiled—which I may not. re
produce. Hut it wTas expressed in
anathema. Indeed, others had noticed
that her voice, somehow, had lost its
soft richness. She was particularly
kind to the young storekeeper now,
and he was particularly reckless and
drunken. And rumor presently had it
that she was known to he drunk with
him sometimes!
"Sally—" said Seffy timorously, one
day, (he had waited to tell her this)
“you don't think—you don’t believe—
that I—said ’’
i Know, sain t>auy in voice mac
froze him, "that you are a fool—and I
am not fond of fools. Go away! He
glad l don't lick you!”
And then rumor had it that she and
Sam were to he married—"for spite.”
But, curiously enough, the person
most altected by all this was not Sal
ly, nor Seffy, nor Sam. It was Seffy's
father, whose sufferings were nearing
agony. Nothing could be done, with
Seffy, And course of the love between
them, which had never been ruffled
since Seffy was born, was often ruffled
now. The old man, as their relations
grew strained, became more and more
exasperated at Seffy's lack of initia
tive.
"Gosh-a'mighty! You goin’ to let
that molasses-tapper se-t right down on
you and nefer git off? Can't you see
that she wants you? It don't matter
what she says! Don't you know it s a
dare? Air you going to take a dare?
Why, you usen't to when you was a
baby! When you year that durned
new laugh of Sally’s can't you see that
somesing's wrong? She’s drinking*
That's what! You think she'd laugh
so and drink If she wass happy? You
was a fool—yas, a durn fool. It's your
fault. Go right up to her like a man
and say so.”
"I did," said Seffy.
"Hah, you did? An’ what she says?"j
“She said she knowed it!"
"Well—begoshens! She's a worse
fool. Gather her in and make a fool
off of her and git efen! Turning her
back on an ol* man that harms no one
—and her guardeen ylt!”
Alas, this was another thing he had
done to secure the pasture-field—
made himself her legal guardian!
"I'll gife it up—the guardeen. Yas
■lr. She ken take keer herself. Fool
—of course. Bose fools! You wait
tell she marries that durn molasses
tapper if you want to see fun!”
There was such real agony in the
old man’s voice that Seffy suffered,
too.
"Pappy, I’m sorry—I ain't no good,
I expect. I guess I'll go away before
the wedding."
“Wedding—wedding! You goin’ to |
let that wedding go on? And him git
the pasture-field? Put him between!
us and the railroad!"
“How can I stop it, pappy?"
“By marrying her yourself!"
“I got enough, pappy,” saki Seffy
hopelessly. “They'd lynch me if I
tried it again. 1 guess I’d better go
away.”
Quick anger flamed in his father’s
face at this invertebrate submission.
And his voice, when he spoke, was
harsher than Seffy had ever heard it.
"Got enough—got enough—that's all
you know! And go away! That's all
you ken say, you bull-headed idjiot!
Go and apologize and git her back.
Don't run. Then marry her next day.
That'll settle the molasses-tapper, I
expect, and show that you got an inch
or two of backbone! Choke her—
chloroform her and carry her off!"
Seffy laughed at the absurdity of
the thing. But it was unmirthful.
“Gosh-a’mighty! On a time like this
you ken laugh! You right, you ain’t
no good—no, begoshens! You air an
idjiot and fool! You no man! No,
nor nefer will be! I'm sorry I’m you'
daddy. I am, begoshens!”
Then, as his wrath mounted, he
raised his huge fist and threatened
Seffy.
“Git away from me, or I’ll break
your head! I can’t stand you no
more! You not worth a dam’—not a
dam’—to nobody. You look like you’
mammy’s relatifes—and they was all
no good—git away, I tell you!”
He roared ominously; for Seffy,
amazed at this from his gentle old
father, was looking straight up at him
out of a child's round eyes, his lips
parted, his throat exposed. Slowly, as
his parent heaped contumely upon
him, his sensitive young face whiten
ed, and the light left it. Only, when
his father mentioned his mother’s
name, he said with infinite softness:
“Why, pappy!”
But he stood without fear under the
great fist—as he had often done.
“You hear! I told you to git away
or I'll smash your face in! I don't
want you no more. Go to your mam
my's relatifes out west"—he laughed
horridly—“and see what they'll do for
you! You’ll live on bread and water
—they ain’t got nossing else! You’ll
work all clay and all night—and you’ll
haf no fun—they don’t know no better
—go!"
“Yes," said Seffy, turning dumbly
away.
There was no doubt that he meant
to go now. His dumb acquiescence in
his sentence raised his father’s wrath
to fury.
“Yes—go, and be mighty quick
about it. I’m chust itching to smash
you. I’ll nefer send for you if you rot
in the poorhouse. I’ll nefer mention
you’ name as long as I lif—no! i dis
own you! Never let me see you’ dam
face again—go!”
It was all so utterly unbelievable
that Seffv turned back. This raving
madman his jolly old father, who had
reverenced the memory of his mother
and had taught him to do so—to men
tion her every time he prayed? The
old man had turned, but Seffy came
close and touched him gently. The
caress only maddened him. Seffy
cowed at the passion on the face of liis
father. He raised his fist.
"Git out—dam’ you!” he shouted.
"If you don’t—” But the boy could not,
now.
The huge fist trembled on high a
moment, some instinct of sanity strug
gling to control it—then it fell on
Seffy’s upturned face.
He dropped among the clods—his
pale hair mingling with the dust—his
hands inertly outlying—terror still
quivering in his lips and nostrils.
Blood slowly oozed from his mouth
and nose, and a livid red mark began
to grow upon the depression in his
forhead which the blow had made.
One moment—two—the old man
looked down at this. Then he under
stood that he had done it. and with a
savage animal-cry he swept the boy
into his arms. Seffy doubled inertly
upon him. as the dead do. His father
raced frenziedly home with him, leap
ing fences like a hound. He put him
upon the pretty white bed the boy had,
K.-r*S*’5Sr*»'V5S!
spent at home reacts in its benefits
v.ivh unceasing general profit.
Sent out of town it’s life is ended.
Kept with the home merchants it is a messenger of continuous
benefit. Business men should awake to the importance of keeping
this dollar at home and make a bid for lf : v i'1,|u ^
A Dollar
been wont to make wi a men ear*
for himself. It was dainty and stn.n l
now. The blood dripped fr> m Seft;
face and from his own beard and
stained the white coverin~s. The audit
was full of horror! He stagge. *'
drunkenly array. Me lot!;o<l !• tnv
for his gun—meaning. p-t riiaj s, to k .1
himself. Hut then it seemed to hi 1
that Seffy sigh. d. li lcil on h.
knees and agonized for t! • life In
thought he had taken. Then he felt
.1 pulsebeat. With a hoarse cry hr
rushed out into the road, calling i
the doctor. Two people were coining
toward him. It was Sam and Sally, re
turning from their marriage.
By what he saw on old Baumgart
ner's face and hands, Sam was
sobered. Both understood that they
were approaching some tragedy.
“Who?” asked Sail}', suddenly ob
livious of Sam.
"Sam!" she turned upon her hus
band with command. “Bring the doc
tor!”
Sam went with satisfactory haste.
“Who hurt him?" asked Sally, as il
she were ready to slay him who did.
“I. I killed him because he would
n’t marry you. You wouldn't marry
him! Oh, you devil!”
It was at that instant that the great
change in Sally came. She leaped be
fore him into the house and up tc
Seffy's room. When the old man slow
]y followed she was there—with eyes
bent upon Seffy's bloody, unconscious
face. So she kept her eyes. She did
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