(Continued from last week.)
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I.—The crowning desire in
the life nf old Baumgartner, a Penn
sylvania German is to obtain possession
of tin* beautiful meadow which lies just
between Baumgartner's property and the
railroad siation. The property in question
was inherited by Sarah Pressed very
prettv and athletic young girl, and be
longed solely to her. But old Baumgart
ner had longed for it so many years anil
endeavored to purchase It from Sarah's
father so many times that the property
became known its "Untimgariner'a
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 ootainin.r the prop rty would tie
through the marriage of his son Sephen
ijah to Sarah Pros.-.el. In a mock auction
"Seffy" as Scphcnljali P- Baumgartner.
Jr., Is popularly known. Is rallied off by
his father to Sarah for $1.
CHAPTER II.—"Seif y" is a meek, slow
going youth, who never fit s i In the
race for anything. He is fair haired, do
cile, always led by bis father, tif a rattier
angelic disposition is lie a gentle and
kind youth who »• ms to not u '< island
anything about strin- and competition.
Thus he appears utterly incapa BaB-d to
win in any contet of loto or life. Sarah
l'ressel is quite tin opposite of . city. H**r
hair is nearly red. She is all lif■ and ani
mation and can jump fences id a \. ild
colt and she is grace and < oior its. li. i 1 < r
one fault is a very high temper. Baum
gartner gives Sc fry some lessons in court
ship.
CHAPTER ill. — Seffv dons ids stove
pipie hat and prepares to g. sit up with
Sarah. Baun.g.i i i o, r hits' raused idmself
to be appointed guard.an ot Sally.
CHAPTER IV.— Se::y shows Ids first
spark of animation. IB is unable to n
sist tile fascinating witcheries of Sally
and he kisses lier. It was the first kiss
he. had ever known. But Selfy v. is'not
tlie first men to know the pleasures of
kissing Salty. She promise;; ldm. how
ever, that she will never again Kiss any
man but him.
CHAPTER V.- Sam Kritz, a drunken
grocery clerk.—old Baumgartner calls
him a ‘‘niota -ses tapper”— alls on Sally
and interrupts the kissing. They go into
the parlor and begin a ''silting up ' con
test- In accordance with the customs of
I lie place and the time, the oin- who is
defeated in such a contest is unworthy
the hand of the girl. Softy goes to sleep
and begins snoring. Sally leaves tilts
room in a huff saying; "Good night, gen
tlemen."
CHAPTER VI.—Seffy tells his father of
his humiliation: of how Sam Kritz had
pinned to ins bosom wltib he slept a
pasteboard t 'tnbstone bearing the in
scription: “tvphenijah P. Baumgartner,
Jr. Went to lus rest, June lo, 1 s71. in tlie
20th year of his age. Gone not, but For
got. Head hai kwards.”
VII.
The Poison-Spring in the Cottor
Woods.
They met on the damp country road
one evening—Sally and the old man
two weeks later. She was walking
with drooping head, and, when she
suddenly raised it, as he ahemmed, he
was quite sure that she had been
crying.
"1 don't know what’s the matter wise
him!" said Seffy's father, as if they
had been discussing Seffv.
"Who?” asked the girl tremulously
—though she knew—“he ain't sick?”
"Sef—Seffv—my Seffv. No—not ex
actly—not to say sick. I like him so
Words of Praise
For the several ingredients of which Dr.
Fierce’s medicines are composed, as given
hv leaders in all the several schools of
medicine, should have far more weight
than any amount of non-professional tes
timonials. l>r. Pierce’s Favorite Prescrip
tion has THE badge of iioNESTT on every
bottle-wrapper, in a full list of all its in
gredients printed in plain English.
c" It' you are an invalid woman and suffer
■from frequent headache, backache, gnaw
ing district in stomach, periodical pains,
disagreeable, catarrhal, pelvic drain,
draggiifg/Uown distress in lower abdomen
perhaps dark spots or specks
before the eyes, faint spells and
'tomscaused by female weak
derangementof the feminine
can not do bettor than take
Favorite Prescription,
ital, surgeon’s knife and opera
may be avoided by the timely
■'avorite Prescription" In such
the obnoxious oxarnin
or pely
danci.
kind
tiess,
organs.
Dr. Pier
The h
ting tal
use of
cases.
The re l
gtionsamllueuliritttmtimsof the family
physician can be avoided and a thorough
■ cmirse of Successful treatment carried (mt
lq llli- Tavorito
Prescription ” is composed of the very best
mative medicinal roots known to medical
science Tor the cure of woman’s peculiar
■ailments, contains no alcohol and no
harmful or habit-forming drugs.
t Do not expect too much from "Favorite*
Prescription;■ it will not perform mira
cles; it will not dissolve or cure tumors.
Ko medicine will. It will do as much to
establish vigorous health in most weak
nesses and ailments peculiarly incident to
women as any medicine can. It must be
given a fair cnance by perseverance in ita
use for a reasonable length oi time.
Vmi can’t. ;itl(lrd tn ;< v.-r..t. nn^.
trnm as a substitute toy tins remedy
EmtwqComoiiMliiay
Sick women are invited to consult Dr.
Pierce, by letter, free. All correspond
ence is guarded as sacrtdly secret and
womanlv confidences are protected by
frofesslonal privacy. Address Dr. R. V.
►ierce, Buffalo. N. Y.
l)r. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets the host
laxative and regulator of the bowels.
•They invigorate stomach, liver and
bowels. One a laxative,; two or throe a
cathartic. Lasy to take as candy.
—he's all I gm—an:! it's somesing
vrong wiss him. He can't live long
this way. Eferv night he’s down by
the Poison spring—wiss the witches—
often all night. He's there now. I
chust ketu away—trying to cheer him
up a little. Well, so good night.”
He passed on, for lie was a merciful
old man, and Sally hurried away to the
Poison spring. And Old P.aumgartner
laughed through his gnarled hands be
hind the cover of the next turn in the
road, though even to him laughter was
no more gay, as of yore.
Seffy was there, on his back, with
his hands under his head, staring tip
at the moon. He looked pitifully alone.
A great lump surged la Sally’s throat,
and if she had obeyed only her heart
she would have Hung her arms around
him. Hut another of those finalities
which go with red hair, pride, pre
vented this. She coughed a little and
Seffy fiew around.
"I—was just taking a walk,” she
said.
”Yes," said Seffy humbly.
"The Poison spring is—on my prop
“I'll go away!" said Seffv, rising. He
looked gaunt as he stood on his feet
in the moonlight.
“Seffy—I didn’t mean—” began the
really unhappy girl, her head quite
giving way to her heart now.
“I got nowheres else to go now,” ex
cused Seffy. "I can't go to the store—
Sam's got tlie tombstone there—or any
where where there's people—account
evt rybody knows. Sam's got a notice
' of it hung up in the store. It's all
they talk about. He got it printed in
the paper, too! I'd go away, out west,
but pappy don’t want me to go. I
come here, account no one else ever
comes—it's unhealthy. I didn't know
that you owned-’’ He was sham
bling off. The last words came from
a distance. "Good night.”
He did not know that Sally was fol
lowing ltim. When she spoke it was
close behind him. He veered so sud
denly as to catch the pain in her face.
But he was dull, Seffy.
“Seffy,” she said, close upon him,
"Seffy, I was at home.”
Seffy said nothing.
“Seffy—I am unhappy—and a fool!”
Still Seffy did not move nor speak.
“Don't you care that I am unhap
py?”
Still silence.
“And don't you never forgive no
one?”
At the end was a sob.
Ah! Seffy could not harbor 111
against a dog that had bit him. And
m.
‘H^£&/i£'&yr£t7iA*7XDSA!Xi'Mta(zgrr
Sally sobbed. The hands he had kissed
before, he kissed again—in that fash
ion. you will remember, which must
have survived from some cavalier an
cestor.
‘•Refry/’ she said a little later, "you
know I got an awful temper?”
"Pappy says so,” sighed Seffy.
'Tie’s right, and you know! But,
Seffy—you can help me to cure it—
will you?”
Joy leaped back into her life and it
was very sweet. And would he? He
left her no doubt—not the least. She
hovered about him bewitchingly. What
the peering moon saw—I shall not tell.
And when the watchful old man saw
them coming out of the cotton woods
together he went singing home and
slept.
Oh. it was not entirely the pasture
field now. He did not forget that.
Hut Seffy whom he adored—perhaps
for the very gentleness and sweetness
which constantly vanquished his hap
piness—Seffy was going away from
happiness which sought him—and, for
this farmer, and this time and place,
, where was little joy and muclrlabor, it
seemed wanton—it was wanton! Do
i you think It was a slight thing that
i kept Sephenijah P. Baumgartner, Sen
! lor, awake for live nights? For, let me
I tell you here, all this had become
i serious business to the old man—if
we do trea‘ it lightly. For he loved
his son—a’dored Sally—and valued the
pasture-field. Therefore, in striving
to bring them all into his keeping to
gether, he was d< aling with the things ■
• little things to you) he loved most on
earth. You, of course, have greater
things. But you must, now and then,
try to feel the imperiousness of small
things in small lives.
I shall tel] you of their conversation
as they came from the Poison spring,
the radiance of the moon in Seffy's
wan face, the very joy of the starry
heavens in that of the girl—I must tell
you what their talk was of. And 1 beg
you again to remember that these
small things, which you despise, were
all they had there and then. 1 have
wondered whether the wanton sacri
fice of a child's toy when he is three is
not as dreadful as the sacrifice of his
love when he is 20. Do you know?
“SelTy,” said Sally, with his hand
held so close under her beating heart
that it registered each avid pulsation,
“I am most to blame and you have
forgiven me. But you are to blame,
too, and 1 hope you won't forgive
yourself too soon.”
"For why?” queried the dull Seffy,
with attention only for that wildly
beating thing—for, alas, that was his
bane as hers was something else—for
getting future perils in present happi
ness.
"Then you'll fix it before you do!”
“Fix what?” asked the astonished
Seffy.
“You let yourself be fooled. And
that raises my temper more than any
thing else. I don't want no beau that
every one laughs at. You got to have
more backbone. When 1 am mean to
you—I can't help it when my temper's
up—and it's hard to get it down,
mighty hard, when it's up—when 1 am
mean to you—curse me!”
Seffy stared aghast. He would as
soon have heaped maledictions upon
the head of an archangel!
"Or hit me!"
Another stare—another conviction
of the utter impossibility of such a
thing!
“Yes! With a club! A flat-iron! A
potato masher! A poker!”
Seffy could laugh now. She was be
coming absurd. Had he only known
that she—poor futile woman!—was try
ing to secure in advance their happi
ness in the turmoil which she knew
would come!
“Yes! That is the way for such as
me! The only way! And I’m used
to it!”
Now Seffy was shocked!
“My father—or mother—or granny—
or"—she hesitated—“Sam—have, at
one time or another, used all these
things on me. I need the snaffle! You
need the whip!”
And she laughed a little herself, and
that was Seffy's excuse for joining
her.
you nave no temper ana i nave a
thousand times too much. You can
see how that will work. And, SefTy,
you got a bad reputation about here :
now. and I wouldn’t like you to have i
it always. So you must brace up and j
do things to make people like you ;
again. 1 want you to be able to face i
any one at the store—and do it in
front of Sam.”
The dull SefTy answered:
‘‘Hut what can 1 do?”
The whole case seemed quite hope
less. 1
”1 don’t kiioW. But there is some- 1
thing. Ask your pappy. Whatever
it is. I will help you. You know it
makes me foolish, too. And 1 hate i
that more than anything — being
laughed at. If 1 was you, I'd lick Sam.
Rut I know you won't. I expect he's
too big for you. Hut there are other
things.”
And SefTy left her at her door that
night, determined to do some great
thing to set himself properly before
the little community once more. Re
cause—once more—she had let him
kiss her.
He and his father held a star-cham
ber session that night yet—SefTy j
waking him up for it.
‘‘Take her home from church, be
goshens!" adjudged his father.
Now this seems small advice upon ]
a small matter. Hut it was very great
advice upon a very great matter, as
you will see.
(To be continued.)
Result of Temperance Wave.
The temperance wave which is pass
ing over western Europe has been the
principal cause of the difficulties which
now beset the French growers. We
must go back to 1875 to find a crop
that equaled in abundance that of
1906. Wine, as a result, became so
cheap that the railways demanded
more for carrying a ton, say, from
Benzlera or Perpignan to Bordeaux,
than it would sell for in the last
named town. To make matters worse,
the consumption has decreased in
most European countries. In France
itself, the greatest wine-drinking coun
try in the world, the use of mineral
waters has grown enormously within
the last few years. It is now freely j
admitted that these beverages are se- i
SMBBW
A ^Dollar
spent at home reacts in its benefits
with 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 it bv judicious advertising.
rious competitors with home-grown i
wines. Again, a large number of ar
tificial wines have recently been
placed upon the market, and they have
bit the public taste, although they are
not nearly so wholesome or nutritious
as the genuine juice of the wine. All
these things have combined to injure
the grower, and to bring distress upon
him in the midst of plenty.
The Canteen Question.
As the question of the canteen in
the United States army is likely to he
resurrected during the coming win
ter, the clear, unbiased presentation
of the problem by as distinguished a
military leader as Brig. Gen. A. S.
Daggett, is opportune. Gen. Daggett
is a soldier of wide experience, having
fought in the civil war, the Spanish
American war and in the Philippines.
His long intimacy with soldier life
fits him to 6peak authoritatively on
this subject, and the pamphlet which
the Hartford reform bureau purpose
publishing under his signature will
be a valuable aid in the campaign
against the reinstatement of the can
teen.
Study at Home.
“Maud graduated from your cooking
school last spring, didn’t she?"
“Yes, but sue s going to take a post
graduate course next fall.”
"Going back to the same school
again?”
“Oh, no; she’s to he married to a
poor young man.”—Catholic Standard
auu Times.
THE REV. IRL R. KICKS
Almanac and Magazine
Should be in
every home in
the land. His
weather predic
lionscanbehad
only in his own
publica ti on s.
No other publisher is permitted to
print them in any form, either with or
without credit. His 1908 Almanac ex
cels all former editions in beauty and
value, and sells for35cents, postpaid,
[lis monthly magazine, Word ant*
Works, contains his weather fore
casts for each month, together with a
vast amount of the best family reading
i and costs $1. a year, one almanac with
each subscription. Every earthquake
and serious storm for 20 years has
been predicted by Prof. Hicks. You
vaciot afford to be without these pub
~ca,Aou.->.* Address all orders to
THE JOURNAL
Newark, : : Arkansas
There’s a Way
To defeat the mail order man’s en*~
throat methods in this community.
The way is publicity for your businesn
it’s the same way he uses. Oun
columns will give your buainesa the
•mhlicity you need.
1 ' I I
A Bargain for our
Subscribers
/ The
New Idea Woman’s Magazine
and 9
The Newark Journal
Both r»NLYr $ 1.30
THE NEW IDEA WOMAN’S MAGAZINE Is the best of all
magazines published for women and the home. It
9 Is an absolute authority in matters of dress; It Is filled
with household helps; it covers the entire field of femi
nine interest. Every issue contains
The Latest Fashions v The Best Fiction
And an Immense variety of practical information
on making, furnishing, and managing the home.
Dozens of Illustrations in half-tone and color
Stories by Authors of wide fame
Instructive Articles of Great Value
A Remarkably Fine Children’s Department
1200 PAGES A YEAR
These two publications furnish reading for all the family.
Order to-day from
THE JOURNAL, NEWARK, ARK.'