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By Isabel Westover Price.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Just as they do in the story books,
Farmer Levi Drury approached his
son on his twenty-first birthday posed
and prepared to act the old type, ex
acting but indulgent parent.
"Justus," he observed smartly,
"you know my system; to throw the
grown birds out of the home nest to
shift for themselves when the time
comes. I've done it with your broth
ers. They've done me proud, too,
bless 'em! You're the last. Don't
spoil the record."
"No, sir, I won't," asserted Justus,
soberly, "but I love the old home."
"Take this $100," proceeded old
Levi, ignoring sentiment and sticking
close to hard practical facts. "Make
it the nest egg for a home of your
So, fortified with more ready cash
than he had ever possessed before, a
tearful blessing from his mother, and
good resolutions and bounding ambi
tion in his heart, Justus Drury start
ed down the road, a dim thought of
the big, bustling city with its mani
fold promises in his heart
"I've got to see Violet before I go,"
he old himself.
Violet Moore was the orphan niece
of Jabez Lincoln, farmer. It was a
poor farm and she was a poor girl.
She greeted Justus with the open
candor of love and commiserated his
departure so much that he went to
"Mr. Lincoln," he said manfully,
"you know how much Violet and I
love one another. I've got a little
money, I can surely get work around
here somewhere. Consent to our
marriage. We are young, industrious,
and together we will be supremely
happy, while parted all kinds of mis
haps may come to us."
"My boy," replied Mr. Lincoln
bluntly, "love is impulsive and com
mon sense a sure guide. The day you 1
earn and own a home of your own,
even if it's only a ten by twelve
one-room cabin, if Violet's willing to
take the risk, I'll give you my bless
ing." "That's a bargain!" cried Justus
"Oh, Justus!" said Violet fond
ly, "a log cabin would be a palace
"I'll do better than tliat," boasted
"I know you will. One thing,
though, Justus; you are liberal and
"Hey, old pard! That looks gbod."
good-hearted. Remember, every cent
we save now counts."
So timely and true was this, Justus
realized, that within an hour he modi
fied his plans as to reaching the city.
Whereas he had planned a second
class journey, he now decided that
freight transit would be good enough.
And no eating house extravagance.
Justus bought a big bagful of crack
ers and cheese and went down to the
railroad switchyards on a search for