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BREAKING IT TO SAM
By GEORGE BINGHAM.
"Allie, I'm goin' to ask you once
more to marry me. I've got a farm
over yonder In that river-bottom.
There's a house there! it's well fitted
up for me and yon-not for mo and
"Sam, I know you have waited for
sae and I couldn't decide, but now I
have decided; I'll go and be your
wife, ni go."
"When will it be, Allie? Tonightr
"No, not tonight-but the next day
Sam waa happy and went to his
. . .
The moraine was cold, and the big
flakes of snow drifted through the
keen air and settled on the frozen
ground. R was Thanksgiving and the
day was good for killing bogs. -
Before sun-up Dock Hill Built fires
under the big kettles down in the
horse lot and the neighbors came over
to help him The neighbor women
wrapped shawls aground their heads
and flocked to the house to assist
Dock's wife in preparing the big din
That morning Sam went across the
field to Dook Hill's. When he arrived
there other men were standing around
the roaring fire built between two
large logs, upon which rested the
scalding kettles with dirty-looking
Sam came through the patch of
weeds and climbed the rail fence.
"We're waitin' fer you. The water's
gettin' hot," some one called. Then
this same person in a lower tone spoke
to those around him: "I wonder if
he's he er ed the newe yet? I wonder
how he's goin' to take lt?"
"You tell him, Jim."
Jim Carpenter spoke up, *?am,
have you heerd the news?"
"No, whut ls lt?"
"Why, didn't yon heer about Allie
and Ben Tillman running away last
8am never moved-but his face
changed color, changed from a healthy
red to a sickly pale.
"Dock, I don't reckon I can help
you today. I'm not feelin' good," he
Sam went toward hiB home over ID
the Cumberland river bottoms and
after he was out of hearing one of the
men spoke up: "Say, Sam don't seem
to keer a durn if Allie did run off
with that other feller, does he?"
An old man fanned the smoke away
from hie face and answered: "Young
feller, you can't allus tell when a
man's heart has been hurt. Sam's one
of them men that can't be seen into.
You can't see the real Sam by looking
into his face. He's one of these quiet
sort of men. A better one never
Sam Williams went to his home and j
saddled his horse. Slowly down the !
road he started with an ashy face aud
eyes that looked at nothing. His horse j
took him to the nearest village where
whisky was sold. Late that afternoon
he came back. His horse was in a
dead rm, and its rider, with a long
pistol in one hand, started the people
living in sight of the road with shotB
and wild whoops.
"Well-did-you-ev-er!" an old
woman exclaimed. "If that ain't Sam
Williams. Who'd a thpught it? Never
saw him that way before, and I kaln't I
believe my old eyes now."
When the darkness of that day
came the wind settled, the air grew
softer, and snow began falling.
Dock Hill opened his front door r.nd
looked out into the darkness. "Hit's
jest peppering down snow. I'll bet the
woodpile is covered up in the morning.
Don't believe I ever Beed it snow BO
brisk. Hi, whuts that big light I see
over to'ards Sam Williams' house.
Gimme my hat, I'm gone; Sam's house
Away across the hills toward the
river bottom a huge light made a hole
in the darkness.
Dock drew near to the house of Sam
Williams and saw the red fi?mes and
spark-laden smoke rise up in the
night, and heard the roof of the house
falling. Nearly breathless he ran up,
and there on the yard fence he saw
Sam Williams sitting with a gun in
"Go back borne, Dock. This is my
house and I've got a right to do aa I
Uko. Go back, go back."
After the fire in the building waa
beyond control of anyone who might
want to interfere, Sam took his horse
from the stable, started a fire in the
large hayloft and galloped away down
the road on hiB steed. There are peo
ple in this community who heard the
hoofbeats of Sam's horse as he swept
down the road that night, but there
are none who have seen him since.
(Copyright, by Dally Story* Pub. Co.)
They All Read Alike.
"The average novel is insipid," said
James L. Ford, the noted critic, at a
"I was taking tea one afternoon in
Washington square, when my hoBteBB
suddenly turned to her parlor maid
"'Oh, Marie, horrors! What have
you done with my new novels?'
" 'I just gathered them from the
two tables, ma'am, to make room for
the tet service,' the maid answered,
'and I piled them all together on this
"'Perdition!' my hostess cried.
.What am I to do now? Didn't you
know, Marie, that the booka on the
small table I'd read, while those on
the large one I hadn't? Now they'll
all be mixed up, and I'll never know
which are which I"*
REAL HEARTFELT GRIN
By CECILIA HAMBURG.
Miss Pearlie Fattershall thoughtful
ly fluffed out the waves of hair on the
right side of her head and turned to
get the effect.
"Do you like this sweet sixteen
style on me?" she inquired of the
stenographer from across the hall.
"The bride wore hen this way, and
I thought I'd try lt Do you know it's
upsetting to have a bride thrust into
the family so suddenly. I've been with
the William Pye firm so long that it
affects me just as much as though the
Pyes were relations!
"What William Pye, Sr., has been
through since he first got that tele
gram ls enough to finish a man half
his age. The wont of lt ls that I
believe he JE discovering that all bis
emotion was unnecessary. He was
dictating to me when the news came
and be just stared at the slip of pa
per and turned heliotrope. 'Me son!'
he stuttered. 'Willie-he's married!'
" 'Last row of the chorus?' I asked,
" 'I-I believe so,' he said, kind of
wild. 'Willie says she is a beautiful
girl and has given up her stage career,
"I groaned, I was so sorry for Mr.
Pye. "When they give up careers,'
says I, 'you may expect the worst.
Especially when they make the bluff
on account of any one like Mr. Wil
/"Shell ruin him!' Mr. Pye cried,
sort of desperate. 'All she married
him for is my money, of course! My
poor boy, you don't realize what
you've got into!' Then he grabs his
hat and hustles home to break the
"Of course we were all crazy to get
a glimpse of her when they blew In
from their wedding trip, me keeping
track of the affair in a way because
Mr. Pye dictated letters to me and
was so broke up he had to talk to
somebody. He always spoke of Bill
as though Bill were the dear departed
and he seemed to have forgotten the
path Bill had burned clear across Chi
cago when he was supposed to be set
tling down to business in the office.
" 'William was such a good boy at
heart' says father, signing the letter
I put before him. 'He always meant
well. Just a little boyish frivolity,
Miss Fattershall. Perfectly natural!'
. " 'Yes, sir,' I agrees. 'Mr. William
was sure a great frivoler!'
"'And to throw away all his pros
pects!' he kept on. 'To tie himself
down for life to an empty head, a
drug store complexion and a schem
ing, selfish nature! It's enough to
break a father's heart, Miss Fatter
" 'It is that,' I agreed, almost cry
ing myself. 'I'm of a terribly sensi
"The next morning after the bridal
couple reached town who should blow
into the office one minute after I had
arrived at eight but Bill himself.
" 'Good morning, Miss Fattershall,'
he said, briskllke, not noticing how
my jaw bad dropped, and that the
office boy was supporting himself
against the files sort of feebly. He
beaded for bis mahogany desk that
had stood vacant for months, just as
though he was actually acquainted
with it, and rang for the head 6ales>
"He kept up the galt all day and
the next and then some. Mr. Pye,
Sr., was just as overcome as the rest
of us and spent three-quarters of his
time staring at Bill, who wore a heavy
business frown and took only fifteen
minutes for lunch.
"We were all stunned with aston
ishment till one day the bride dropped
In. I bad expected a languid blonde
In a moleskin coat who would request
some one to breathe for her-but not
Mrs. Bill. She was about as big as a
minute and pretty as a peach.
" 'William,' she says to her husband,
'111 let you off fifteen minutes before
closing time today for good behavior
and you may take me out somewhere
for tea. But if you leave any work
unfinished you've got to get down
earlier tomorrow morning to catch
"*Y?s, dear,' says Bill, real quick
and sort of tickled to death. 'I'll
come if you say so!'
"All of us sat paralyzed, staring at
the door through which she had led
him. Then we all heaved an undei
standing sigh. I wish you could have
seen William Pye, Sr.'s, face as I
caught a glimpse of it just then-!
never knew what a real heartfelt grin
was before, honest] "-Chicago Daily
"I'll Let You Off Fifteen Minutes."
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Poor Boys Who Became Presi
dents of the United States.
John Adam?, second president,
was the son of a grocer of very
moderate means. The only start
be had was a good education.
Andrew Jackson was born in a
log hut in North Carolina, and was
reared in tue pine woods for which
the state is famous.
James K. Polk spent the earlier
part of his life helping to dig a liv
ing out of a new farm in North
Carolina. He was afterward clerk
in a country store.
Millard Filmore was a son of a
New York farmer and his home
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Abraham Lincoln was the son of
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til he was 21 years old.
Andrew Johnson was apprenticed
to a tailor at the age of ten years
by his widowed mother. He was
never able to attend school, and
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Ulysses S. Grant lived the life of
a village boy, in a plain bouse on
the banks of the Ohio river until he
was seventeen years of age.
James A. Garfield was born in
a log cabin. He worked on the
farm until he was strong enough to
use carpenter's tools, when he
learned the trade. He afterward
worked on a cai al.
Grover Cleveland's father was a
Presbyterian minister with a small
salary and a large family. The
boys had to earn their living.
Notice of Final Discharge.
To All Whom These Presents May
Whereas, A.D. Tim merman has
made application unto this Court
l for Final Discbarge as Guardian ia
re the Estate of Alma Tiramerman
and Alfa Timmerman deceased, on
this the 15th day of Angust 1913.
The<e Are Therefore, lo cite any
and all kindred, creditors, or parlies
interested, to show cawse before me
at my office at Edgefield Court
House, South Carolina, on the ?2nd
day of September, 1913 at ll o'clock
a. m., why said order ol' Discharge
should not be granted.
W. T. Kinaird,
J. P. C., E. C., S. C.
August 15, 1913.
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