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THE MEDINA SENTINEL, MEDINA, OHIO.
Medina. Ohio July 7, 1921 PAGE NINE f. AManfor the Ages A Story of the Builders of Democracy By Irving Bacheller Copjrlgiit, Irrlng Bactaelln SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I. Samson and Sarah Tray lor, with their two children, Joslah and Bstsey, travel by wagon from iheir home In Vergennes, Vt., to the West, the land or plenty. Their destination is the Coun try, of the Sangamon, in Illinois. CHAPTER II. At Niagara Falls they meet a party ot immigrants, among them youtn narneu jonn jn.cjeu, wnu mau decides to go to the Sangamon country All ot the party suiter from fever and, cue. Sarah's ministrations save the life I a youth, Harry Needles, in the last stages of fever, and he accompanies the Traylors. They reach New Salem, Illinois, and are welcomed by young "Abe" Lin coln. CHAPTER HL-Among the Traylors' first acquaintances are Lincoln's friends, Jack Kelso and his pretty daughter Bim, II years of age. unAriiiK iv. Samson decides to lo cate at New Salem, and begins building Us house. Led by Jack Armstrong, rowdies attempt to break up the proceed ings. Lincoln thrashes Armstrong. Young Harry Needles strikes Bap MeNoH. of the Armstrong crowd, and McNoll threat ens vengeance. CHAPTER V. In Which the Character of Bim Kelso Flashes Out In a Strange Adventure That Begins the Weaving of a Long Thread of Romance, j The shell of the cJin was. finished that day. Its puncheon floor was In place but Its npper floor was to be laid when the boards were ready. Its two doors were yet to be made and hung, Its five windows to be fitted and made fast, its walls to be chinked with , lay mortar. Samson and Harry stayed that evening after the rest were gone, smoothing the puncheon iioor. They made a Ww nails at the forge after supper and went" over to Abe's store about nine. Two ot the Clary's Grove gang who had tarried In the village sat in the gloom of Its Kttl veranda apparently asleep. Doc tor Allen, Jack Kelso, Alexander Fer guson and Martin Waddell were sit ting by its fireside while Abe sat on tke counter, with his legs hanging off. "I'm sorry we had to nave trouble," gamson remarked. "It's the only spot on the day. I'll never forget the kind ness of the people of New Salem." "The raising bee is a most signifi cant thing," said Kelso. "Democracy tends to universal friendship each works for the crowd and the crowd for each, and there are no favorites. Ev ery community Is like the thousand friends of Thebes. Most of its units stand together for the common good for Justice," law and honor. The cie- woutd say 'He rode the prancing steed r of Rhetoric' My old friend went straight across the field. When he finished, the field, plowed and har rowed and fertilized by war, had been sowed for all time. The spring's work was done and well doneif At a quarter oil ten the doctor rose and said: "We're keeping Abe from his sleep and wearing the night away with phi losophy. I'm going home." "I came over to see If you could find a man to help me tomorrow," Samson said to Abe. "Harry is going over to do the chinking alone. I want a man to help me on the whipsaw while I cut some boards for the upper flooring." Til help you myself," Abe proposed. "I reckon I'll close the store tomor row unless Jack will tend it." "You can count on me," said Jack. "I'm short of sleep anyhow and a day of rest will do me good." Abe went with his friends to the door beyond which the two boys from Clary's Grove sat as If sound asleep. It Is probable, however, that they .had heard what Samson had said to Abe. Next morning Abe and Samson set out for the woods soon after daylight. "I like that boy Harry," ald Abe. "I reckon he's got good stuff in him. The way he landed on Bap McNoll was a caution. I like to see a feller come right up to the scratch, without an Invitation Just in the nick o time, as he did. That boy is a likely young colt -strong and limber and well put together and broad between the eyes." "An' gentle as a kitten," Samson ' added. "There never was a better face on a boy or a better heart behind It. We like him." "Yes, sir. He's a well topped young tree straight and sound and good timber. Looks as if that little girl o' Jack's was terribly took up with him. I don't wonder." "What kind of a girl is she?" Sam son asked. "Awful shy since the arrow hit her. She don't know what It means yet. She'll get used to that, I reckon. She's a good girl and smart as a steel trap." Harry Needles went whistling up the road toward the new house with sickle, hoe and trowel. As he passed the Kelso cabin he whistled the tune of "Sweet Nightingale." It had haunted his mind since he had heard It In the woods. He whistled as loudly as ever he could and looked at the windows. Before lie had passed, Blm's face looked out at him with a smile and her hand flickered back of the panes and he waved his to her. His heart . beat fast as he hurried along. "I'm not so very young," he said to himself. "I wish I hadn't put on these old clothes. Mrs. Traylor Is an awful ' nice woman but she's determined to make me look like a plow horse. I I don't see why she couldn't let me wear decent clothes." . Sarah had enjoyed mothering the boy. His health had returned. His cheeks were ruddy, his dark eyes clear and bright, his tall form erect and sturdy. He had helped Alexander Ferguson with the making of the" fireplace and knew how to mix the mortar. He worked with a will, for his heart was It was a fine Sep- L ! 'aehnnls are soinnlng strands of Mnrim nnr of nil this Euronean wool. In the new home, Railroads are' to" pick them up and temper morning. The far reaches of weave them into one great fabric. By the great, grassy plain were dimmed 'and by we shall see the ten million with haze. It was a vast, flowery wli- Ifrlends of America standing together derness, waving and murmuring in the L. ,im the thousand friends of breeze like an ocean. How long those Thebes." "It's a great thought," said Abe. "No man can estimate the size of that mighty phalanx of friendship all trained in one school," Kelso went on. v'"Two years ago the Encyclopedia Brl jtannlca figured that the population of the United States 1168,000,000 people, acres, sown by the winds of heaven, had waited for the plowman now ar rived! Harry felt the beauty of the scene but saw and enjoyed more the face of Bim Kelso as ljg- worked and planned ids own house no cabin, but a man- umiivu vl - j In 1905 would be slon like tnat oi juage naryer in uie t loflft K79- villaee near his old home, tie nan ailU ru .auww. wi-1 - wall iwinw w.Hh nmvor !.( lit- llieu every crevice iu me icui on fnimw m the train of light and was working Sn the front when VlULUll " fww - " and numbers. The causes which moved the sceptre of civilization from the Euphrates to western Europe will car ry it from the latter to the new world." "They say that electricity and the he heard the thunder of running horses and saw figures,- dim In a cloud of dust, flying up the road again. He thought of the threat of Ban McNoll. It occurred to him that he would be in a bad way alone with ' development of the .a itfftjM noge rufflan8 tf they for i going W UJUae a" well niiuo. aitav, said Abe. "If that's so democracy and liberty will spread over the earth. I reckon we are near the greatest years In history. It Is a privilege to be alive." "And young," Doctor Allen added. "Young! What a God's blessed thing Is that!" said Ra2ao. "Abe, have ye learned 'The Outer's Saturdaj Night'?" "Not yet. It's a heavy hog to hold, but I'll 'get a grip on an ear and a ihlnd leg and lift It out o' the pen be fore long. You see." "Don't fall to do that. It will be a help and Joy to ye." revenge. He thought of running toward the grove, which was a few rods from the rear door of the douse, and hiding there. He couldn't bear to run. Bim and all the rest of them would hear of it. So with the sickle In his right hand he stood waiting In side the house and hoping they wouldn't stop. They rode up to the door and dismounted quietly and hob bled their horses. There were five of them who crowded into the cabin with McNoll In the lead. , "Now, you young rooster, you'rfc goln' to git what's comln' to you," he growled. The boy faced them bravely and "Old KTrkham is a hard master," warned them away with his sickle said Abe. "I hear his bell ringing ev-, ery time I get a minute's leisure. I'm nigh through with htm. Now I want to study rhetoric." . "Only schoolmasters study rhetoric," Ketso declared. "A real poet or a real orator is born with all the rhetoric he needs. Rhetoric Is a steed for a light load under the saddle, but he's too warm blooded for the harness. He was for the day of the' plumed knight ir-not for these times, iso man of sense would use a prancing horse on a plow or a stone boat. A good plow horse is a beautiful thing. The play of his muscles, the power of his stride ,4are poetry to me, but when he tries to put on style he is ridiculous. That suggests what rnetoric is apt to do to the untrained Intellect, If you've Thev were prepared for such emer gencles. One of them drew a bag of bird shot from his pocket and hurled It at Harry's head. ,,It hit him full hi the face and he staggered against the wall stunned by the blow. They rushed upon the boy and disarmed and bore him to the floor. For a MM time he knew not what was passing. When he came to, his hands anH feet were tied and the men stood near cursing and laug.hlng, while their leader, McNoll, was draining a bottle. Suddenly ha heard a voice trembling with excitement and wet with tears saying : "You go 'way from here or Til kill you dead. So help' me God ni kill you If one o' you touches him he's goln', to die." He saw Bim Kelso at the window He Staggered Against the Wall. ran as soon as they had got out ot the door. She left the window. In a mo ment the young men were galloping away. . Bim came Into' the house sobbing with emotion but with her head erect. She stood her gun In a corner and knelt by the helpless boy. He was crying also. Her hair fell upon his face as she looked at the spot of deep scarlet color made by the shot bag. She kissed It and held her cheek against his and whispered: "Ifoh't cry. It's all over now. I'm going to cut these ropes." It was as if she had known and loved him always. She was fle a young mother with her first child. Tenderly she wiped his tears away' with her blond, silken hair. She cur his bonds and he rose and stdbd be fore her., Her face changed like magic. "Oh what a fool I've been!" she exclaimed. "Why so?" he asked. "I cried and I kissed you and we never have been Introduced to each other." , She covered her eyes with her hair and with bent head went out of the door. 'T) never forget that kiss as long as I live," said the boy as he followed" her. "I'll never forget your help or your crying either." "Go away from me I won't speak to you," she said. "Go back to your work. I'll stay here ana keep watcn." The boy returned to his task point ing up the Inside walls but his mind and heart were out In the sunlight talking with Bim. Once he looked out of the door and saw her leaning; against the neck of the pony, her face hidden in his mane. When the sun was low she came to the door and said : "You had better stop now and go home." She looked down at the ground and added : "Please, please, don't tell on me." "Of course not," he answered. "But I hope you won't be afraid of me any more." She looked up at him with a little smile. "Do you think Tm afraid of you?" she asked as if It were too ab surd to be thought of. She unhitched and mounted her pony but did not go. "I do wish you could raise a mus tache," she said, looking wistfully Into his faee. "I cap't bear, to see you Jook so terribly young; y6u get worse and worse every time i see you. i want7 you to be a regular man right quick." He wondered what he ought to say and presently stammered: "I I In tend to. I guess I'm more of a man than anybody would think to look at me." "You're too young to ever fall in love, I reckon." "No, I'm not," he answered with de cision. "Have you got a razor?" she asked. "No." "I reckon It would be a powerful help. You put soap on your Hp and mow it off with a razor. My father says -it makes the grass grdw." There was a moment of silence dur ing which she brushed the mane of her pony. Then she asked timidly: "Do you like yellow hair?" "Yes, If it looks like yours." "If you donlj mind I'll put a mus tache on you Just Just to look at every time I think of you." "When I think of you I put violet In your hair," he said. Samson's eyes glowed with anger. They searched the face of the boy. Sis voice was deep and solemn when he said: "Tills is a serious matter. Why do you wish to keep it a secret?" The boy blushed. For a moment he knew not what to say. Then he spoke: "It ain't me so much It's her," he managed to say. "She wouldn't want it to he talked about and I don't either." Samson began to understand. "She's quite a girl, I guess.," he said tWbught- fully. "She must have the nerve of a man I declare she must." " "Tes-slr-ee! They'd 'a' got hurt if they hadn't gone away, that's sure," said Harry. "We'll look out for them after this," Samson rejoined. "The first time I meet that man McNoll he'll have to settle with me and he'll pay cash on the nail." Bim, having heard of Harry's part U Abe's fight and of the fact that.he was to be working alone all day at the new house, had ridden out through 'the woods to the open prairie and hunted In sight of the new cabin that afternoon. Unwilling to confess her extreme interest In the boy slie had said not a word of her brave act. It was not shame; It was partly a kind of rebellion against the tyranny of youthful ardor; It was partly the fear of ridicule. So it happened that the adventure of Harry Needles made scarcely a rip ple on the sensitive surface of the vil lage life. It will be seen, however that It had started strong undercur rents likely, In time, to make them selves felt. The house and barn were flnlshedv whereupon Samson and Harry drove to Springfield a muddy, crude and growing village with thick woods on , Its north ' side and bought furniture. Their wagon was loaded and they were ready to start for home. They were walking on the main street when Harry touched Samson's arm and whispered : , "There's McNoll d Callyhan." i The pair were walking a few steps ahead of Samson and Harry. In a second Samson's big hand was on Mc- 1 Noll's shoulder. "This Is Mr. McNoll, I believe," said Samson. The other turned with a scared look. "What do you want o meT' he de manded. Samson threw him to the ground with a Jerk so strong and violent' that It rent the sleeve from his shoulder., McNeil's companion, who had felt the weight of Samson's hand, and had had enough of it, turned and ran. "What do ye want o me?" McNoll asked again as he struggled t8 free himself. " "What do I want o' you you puny little coward," said Samson, as he lifted the bully to his feet and gaye him a toss and swung him In the, air &nd continued to address him. 'Tm Just goln' to muss you up proper. Jf vWta i ACT Lift 'MW You Up anvthinor to sav or vrite. head straight across the field and keep your eye on with hef gun leveled at me neaa or the furrow." i McNoll. Her face was red with anger. In the last diary of Samson Henry Her eyes glowed. As he looked a tear Traylor i this entry : ! welled from one of them and trailed "I went to Gettysburg with the Pres- down the scarlet surface of her cheek. Went today and sat near him when he 'McNoll turned without a word and Mr jiww.u addressed the walked sulkily out of the back door. Knnr nr aa. As Kelso .The others crowded after him. Tby 'I'm Just Goln' to Muss Proper." He took a step toward her as ha spoke and as he did ao she started her pony. A little way off she checked him and said: "I'm sorry. There are no violets now." ' She i rode away slowly waving her hand and singing with the Joy of a bird In the springtime. That evening when Harry was help ing Samson with the horses he said: 'Tm goln to jtell you a secret. I wish you wouldb't say anything about it." Samson stood pulling the hair out of his card and looking very stern as he listened whUe Harry told of the assault upon him and how Bim had arrived and drivep the rowdies away with her gun but he said not a word of her demonstration of tender sym pathy. To him, that had clothed the whole adventure with a kind of sanctity ao that he could not bear to have it talked about you don't say you're sorry anu" mean it I'll put a tow string on your neck and give you to some one that wants a dog." "I'm sorry," said McNoll. "Honest I am! I was drunk when I done It." Samson released his prisoner. A number In the crowd which had gath ered around them clapped their hands and shouted, "Hurrah for the stranger!" A constable took Samson's hand and said: "You deserve a vote of thanks. That man and his friends have made me more trouble than all the rest of the drinking men put to gether." "And I am making trouble for my self." said Samson. "I have made my self ashamed. I am no fighting man, I was never in such a muss on a pub lic street before and with God's help It will never happen again." "Where do yo"u live?" the officer asked. "In New Salem." "I wish It was here. We need men like you?' Samson wrote in his diaryc "On the way home my heart was sore. I prayed in silence that God would forgive me for my bad example to the boy. I promised that I wouM not again misuse tho strength He has given me. In my old home I would have been disgraced by it The min ister would have preached of the de struction that follows the violent man to put him down; the people would have looked askance at me. Deacon Somers would have called me aside to look into my soul, and Judge Grandy and his wife would not have invited me to their parties. Here it's different. A chap who can take the law In his hands and bring tffe evil man to his senses, even If he has to hit him over the head, is looked up to. It's a reckless country. You feel it as soon as you get here. In time, I fear, I shall be as headlong as the rest of them. Some way the news of my act has got here from Springfield. Sarah was kind of cut up. Jack Kelso has nicknamed me The man with the Iron arms,' and Abe, who is a better man every way, laughs at my embarrass ment and says I ought to feel honored. For one thing Jack Armstrong has become a good citizen. His wife has foxed a pair of breeches for Abe. They say McNoll has left the country. There has been no deviltry here since that day. I guess the gang is broken up too much iron in Its way." Sarah enjoyed fixing up the cabin. Jack Kelso had given her some deer and buffalo s!;ins to lay on the floors. The upper room, reached by a stick ladder, had Its two beds, one of which Harry occupied. The children slept below In a trundle bed that was I pushed under the larger one when It was made up In the morning. I "Some time I'm going to put In a wlndletrap and get rid ' that stick ladder," Samson had said. I Sarah had all the arts of the New England home maker. Under her hand the cabin, In color, atmosphere and general neatness, would have de lighted a higher taste than was to be found on the prairies, save in the brain of Kelso, who really had some acquaintance with beauty. To be sure the bed was In one corner, spread" with Its upper cover knit of gray yarn harmonizing In color with the bark of the log walls. A handsome dark brown buffalo robe lay beside It. The rifle and powder horn were hung above the mantel. The fireplace had Its crane of wrought Iron. Every one In the little village came to the house warming. The people were In their best clothes. The women wore dresses of new callee save Mrs. Doctor Allen, who wore a black allk dress which had come with her from her late home in Lexington. Bim Kelso came in a dress of red muslin trimmed with white lace. Ann Rut ledge also wore a red dress and came with Abe. The latter was father grotesque In his new llnsey trousers, of a better length than the former pair, but still too short. t "It Isn't fair to blame the trousers ' or the tailor," he had said when he i had tried them on. "My legs are so long that the Imagination of the tailor Is sure to fall short If the cloth don't. Next time I'll have 'em made to meas ure with a ten-foot pole Instead of a yardstick. If they're too long I can roll 'em up and let out a link or two when they shrink. Ever since I Was a boy I have been troubled with shrink-. Ing pants." Abe wore a blue swallow-tall coat with brass buttons, the tails of which were so short as to be well above the danger of pressure when he sat down. His cowhide shoes had been well blackened ; the blue yarn of his socks showed above them. "These darned socks of mine are rather proud and conceited," he used to say. "They like to show off." He wore a shirt of white, uri bleached cotton, a starched collar and black tie. In speaking of his collar to Samson, he said that he felt like a wild horse In a box stall. i Mentor Graham, the schoolmaster, was there a smooth-faced man with a large head, sandy hair and a small mustache, who spoke by note, as it were. Kelso called him the great articulator and said that he walked in the valley of the shadow of Lindley Murray. He seemed to keep a watch ful eye' on his words, as If they were a lot of schoolboys not to be trusted. They ame out with a kind of self conscious rectitude. The children's games had begun and the little house rang with their songs and laughter, while their elders sat by the fire and along the walls talking. Ann Rutledge and Bim Kelso and Harry Needles and John McNeil played with them. In one of the dances all Joined In singing the verses : I won'tXhave none o' yer weevily wheat, I won't have none o' yer barley; I won't have none o' yer weevily wheat. To make a cake for Charley. caught and kissed her, and her cheeks 1 had the color of roses when he led her back. John McNeil kissed Ann Rutledge that evening and was most attentive to her, and the women were saying that the two had fallen In love with each other. "See how she looks at him," one of them whispered. "Well, it's Just the way he Jooks at her," the other answered. At the first pause ffi the merriment Kelso stood on a chair, and then al ienee fell upon the little company. "My good neighbors," he began, "we are here to rejoice that new friends have come to us and that a new home Is born in our midst. We bid them welcome. They are big-boned, big hearted folks. No man has grown large who has not at one time or an other had his feet in the soli and felt Its magic power going up Into his blood and bone and sinew. Here is a wonderful soil and the inspiration of wide horizons ; here are broad and fer tile fields. Where the corn grows high you con grow statesmen. It may be that out of one of these little cab ins a man will come to carry the torch of Liberty and Justice so high that its light will shine into every dark place. So let no one despise the cabin humble as It Is. Samson and Sarah Traylor, I welcome and congratulate you. Whatever may come, you can find no better friends than these, and of this you may be sure, no child ef the prairies will ever go about with a hand organ and a monkey. Our friend, Honest Abe, Is one of the few rick men In this neighborhood. Among kit assets are 'Klrkham's Grammar,' The Pilgrim's Progress,' the 'Lives ef Washington and Henry Clay,' 'Ham let's Soliloquy,' 'Othello's Speech te the Senate,' 'Marc Anthony's Address' and a part of 'Webster's Reply to Hayne.' A man came along the otaer day and sold him a barrel of rubblga for two bits. In it he found a volume of 'Blackstone's Commentaries.' 014 Blackstone challenged him to a wreatla and Abe has grappled with him. 1 reckon he'll take his measure as easily as he took Jack Armstrong's. Lately he has got possession of a noble asset. It la 'The Cotter's Saturday Night,' Ty Robert Burns. I propose to ask to let us share his enjoyment of treasure." Abe, who had been sitting with Me legs doubled beneath him on a buffale akin, between Joe and Betsey Trayiec, rose and said: "Mr. Kelso's remarks, especially tat part which applied to me, remind me of the story of the prosperous grocer of Jollet. One Saturday night he and his boys were busy selling sausage. S'uddenly In came a man with whom Charley Is a fine young man, Charley is a dandy, Charley likes to kiss the girls, Whenever it comes handy. When a victim was caught in the flying scrimmage at the end of a pas sage In the game of Prisoners, he or she was brought before the blind folded Judge: "Heavy, heavy hangs over your head," said the constable. "Fine or superfine?" the Judge In quired. "Fine," said the constable, which meant that the victim was a boy. Then the sentence was pronounced 1 and generally it was this: j "Go bow to the wittiest, kneel to ' the prettiest and kiss the one that you I love best." . Harry was the first prisoner. He went straight to Bim Kelso and bowed and knelt, and when he had risen she turned and ran like a scared deer around the chairs and the crowd of onlookers, some assisting and some checking her flight, before the nimble youth. Hard pressed, she ran out of the open door, with a merry laugh, and Just beyond the atens Hasw "He and His Boys Were Busy Selling Sausages." he had quarreled and laid two dead cats on the counter. " 'There,' said he, 'this makes seven today. I'll call Monday and get my, .money." "We were doing a good business here making fun. It seems a pity to ruin it and throw suspicion on the quality of the goods by throwing a cat on the counter. This raised a storm of merriment, after which he recited the poem of Burns, with keen appreciation of Itt quality. Samson repeatedly writes of his gift for Interpretation, especially of the comic, and now and then lays particular stress on his power of mim icry. John Cameron sang "The Sword of Bunker Hill" and "Forty Years Ago, Tom." Samson played while the older people danced until midnight. Then, after noisy farewells, men, women and childqen started In the moonlit road toward the village. Ann Rutledge had Abe on one arm and John McNeil on the other. (To be continued) Motorcycle Tires and Tubes. E. T. PIERCE (Warner Block) 109 W. Washington St, Medina, Ohio M DrllBaird Practice limited to diseases of the EYE EAR, NOSE AND THROAT AND FITTING OF GLASSES. Office over O. N. 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