i of tot westiwil Short
’IT, mother, we can’t
sit here and starve!”
cried Harry Bash
“I’d rather starve
than have it safd a
Bashford worked in
the mill!” retorted
his mother sternly.
“Well,” and the
young man drew a
deep breath, “all I’ve
that the Bashfords will
>roughly despised, root
I don’t go to work and
you mean that I'm the
’re the branch, seeing
v'-v only two Bashfords
id Maria Bashford iron
nc iw that I meant any
th mother, only it’s this
irse I understand your
matter —it would be a
fter the mills being in
family for so many gen
ne, the last "one of them,
as a common hand-—but
for anything else. What
absolutely nothing save
le David had not spec
his own money as well
aned Maria flying to
lys her last argument
er came up for discus
. now, daily.
did lose it, and the mills
other hands and Uncle
een dead and buried for
-and here I am hanging
-my head off! If you
msent, mother, to my
e mill anyway for
Mr. James Ren
r was finished with
iege he bought a
tie place in the
untry to further
insects and dis
-9 that prey upon
it trees, fruit vines
bushes, and the
iiagnose the same
ew’s 'Chase consisted of
of la,, a and an old house,
had been abandoned for
the fruit trees on it offer
us opportunity for one of
ion. He decided after a
Jioe over them that they
m 13 ailments to be diag
> old house, it couldn’t be
3.8 like an old man dying
f to the west lived farm
and he had a daughter
He was no farmer to
at the plow or pitching
a gentleman farmer,
in the city and three
g around the farm.
■n philanthropic mo
hat if he didn’t farm
y be a shortage of
poor of the world.
Grace a milkmaid
e and sunburned
'ed the hogs, gather
peel the potatoes,
osopher, and she
.e east of the Ren-
se war is declared
at is the logical
3 professor of his
‘That some one is
ing to get hurt,”
is the reply.
‘And in case of an
li be shaken
inching the tiger’s
len. Always rea
l you will always
young man of 24,
, for many months i
> walk across the
of 30 miles, for
to reason about
uiles of his jour
is he was passing
e better class, he
on the roof of the i
a leak. Her back j
■ut he saw that she j
bingles and a ham-1
’e been men folks i
Id, but they were
e might have been
jse; but, if so, she
is logic, and here
awhile until—” He paused and a wor
ried frown creased his brow.
Maria was preparing for one of her
“bad spells” that invariably ended all
unpleasant discussions. She closed
her eyes and leaned her head against
the back of her chair. Her white
hands dropped listlessly into her lap.
its—” she moaned and gracefully
| swooned away.
Harry’s teeth clenched as he hur
ried to and fro administering restora
tives to his mother and presently he
saw her emerge from the fainting
spell and languidly sip a glass of port
wine—which, incidentally, was not
“Please don’t continue this discus
sion, my dear,” said Maria feebly. “I
really don’t feel equal to it. I am
afraid your poor mother will not long
trouble you with her preposterous no
tiQns of proper self-respect—after I
am gone you may disgrace the name
of Bashford to your heart’s content —
I shall be beyond caring!”
Harry Bashford paused on the wide
driveway that led to the iron gates,
and looked up at the comfortable
white house that he had always known
as his home.
It was not a magnificent home, but
it was a handsome one and Harry
Bashford had never known anything
different until a year ago. He had
been the petted son of the great mill
owner, Harry Bashford, and had been
permitted to graduate from college
with a higher record for athletics and
a general good time than for bril
liancy in his studies.
Then had followed two years idling
about Europe, dreaming away most of
the time in the music centers of Ger
many, for Mr. Bashford had a strange
pride in seeing his only son enjoy
few place lived Farmer Halsey. He
was a real farmer down to the hor
ny palms that scraped like sand when
you shook hands with him.
He was farmer for profit, and his
one hired man was kept on the jump,
and any turnips that went out into
the wide world had to be paid for in
cash. He also had a daughter named
If Miss Grace Halsey was of coars
er grain than Miss Grace Haskell —if
she had generous feet, many freckles
and the stride and strength of a man
—that was nature’s handiwork. She
was neither to be blamed nor praised.
The dilapidated Renfew place had a
queer charm for her, and she was oft
en over mousing around. There was a
story afloat that the house was haunt
ed, and Miss Grace wanted to meet the
ghost and give him just one crack
with her bony fist.
Neither the Haskells nor the Hal
seys had heard of the sale of the
place when Miss Grace Halsey went
over there one day and dug up two
currant bushes and carried them
The act reached the ears of Mr.
Renfew and he had signs of "No Tres
pass" posted up. They care no more
for “No Trespass” signs out in the
1 country than inhabitants of the cities
care for the signs to "Keep Off the
With three plain signs staring her
’ in the face, Miss Grace Halsey entered
. the grounds and dug up a rosebush.
I A farmer who knew her saw her and
! called out:
• "Hey you! Don’t you know that’s
s ‘Go on!” was the reply.
I “You can be arrested!”
“Mighty techy feller, that Renfew
are conclusions,” said the wayfarer
as he sat down to watch and wait.
“A girl on the roof with shingles,
hammer and nails means that the roof
leaks. It also means that she is tak
ing a risk.
“If she pounds her thumb, which
she is almost sure to do, she will yell
out ‘Darn It!’ and roll off the roof.
“If her foot slips she will clutch
and claw and scream, but go down
just the same.
“No girl will climb up on the roof
of a shed if she knows there’s a man
around. If ,she sees one after she gets
up there she is startled, and in her
haste to get down slips, slides and
comes down ker-plunk.
“Any way you fix it, the logical con
clusion is that there is sure to be a
fall here. Now, then, the girl is
perched about 14 feet from the ground,
and the ground is hard. There are
nine chances in ten that she breaks
: a bone. At any rate, she will get a
"She will need some one to hold
the camphor t° her nose and call
some one from the field. It may be
necessary to telephone or send for a |
“I am at hand. I am the It. It’s j
for me to do and dare. I don’t save
| her life, but she thinks T do, so it’s I
all the same. When a girl thinks she j
I owes her life to a young man what
does she do? The logical conclusion
I is admiration, gratitude, love.
“And when a young man has been
j called upon to save the life of a stav
! ing-looking girl the same emotions are
| aroused and the same conclusion must
I prevail. If I go on and she does
not see me I won’t he at hand w’hen
the wealth an earlier generation had
struggled to accumulate.
“Let the boy enjoy himself!” he
cried to expostulating friends. “I’ve
made money enough to keep him the
rest of his days in idleness if he
chooses. The Bashford Mills are built
on a solid foundation of hard cash,
and if I step out my brother Davicl
will run the whole thing and all Har
ry will have to do wfill be to draw
; “GOOD FOR YOU!"
; his share of the profits.”
“Under no circumstances could I
1 believe that you are pursuing a safe
[ course with your son,” his friend, Dr.
• Bell, had said gravely. “Hasn’t the
lad any ambitions of his own?”
; “Full of ’em—wants to help me out
l in the mill, but I don’t want him
■ around! Time enough when I’m gone
> if he has a taste for the knitting
r business. I never had a good time
is, so they say.”
Three days later, as Miss Grace
Haskell rode that way with pony and
cart, she saw a flower that she want- j
ed blooming among the weeds. She
entered the grounds and picked it,
and she also looked in at a broken
As she came out of the gate a
farmer who knew her by name and
sight came along and called out:
“Didn’t see the signs, did you?”
“I did, sir, and do now!” was the
“Mebbe you want to be arrested as
“Maybe I do!"
“Jest about three months in the!
county jail is what that gal needs!” j
muttered the farmer as he drove on.
It happened that Mr. Renfew came
down two days later to diagnose the
ailments of an old pear tree and en
countered both of the farmers. They
were eager to tell him of both the
trespassers and advise that they be
made examples of.
“That’s what is needed around this
neighborhood,” urged one.
“If you don’t do something they’ll .
be tearing the house down next,” add
ed the other.
“But I hate to go to law.”
"Course you do, but them gals was
mighty sas§y. They jest the same aB
said they didn’t care a darn for you
and your old signs.”
“I might scare one of them.”
“That’s it—skeer the life out of
“I’ll take the one who took the
As to which one it was the farmers
differed, and probably honestly. One
was sure it was “that Haskeil gal”
and the other was just as sure it was
she falls; if I remain I add to her;
risk. There is no logic here, and
there are no conclusions to be drawn.
It is a case of even up, and I shall i
Five minutes after the young man 1
I ‘ . it
i mu ibihh iiiiiiiiwi mi iii i mi mi min mu iii i Diiininnniiiiii rtHUTn'-rn
“IT S ONLY LOGICAL THAT I WANT YOU FOR A WIFE.”
had finished his soliloquy the girl
changed her position to get at her
work the better, and there was a
scream and she went sliding.
Her fingers dragged over the dry
shingles, and when the edge was
reached she took a drop.
"Conclusion the first is all right!”
said Mr. Clinton as he started on the
run to the rescue. “I must tickle the
professor by writing him a letter.”
He found Miss Amy Logan iu a
when I was a youngster, and I want,
Harry to have his fling,” chuckled
“He won’t thank you for it, Bash
ford,” muttered the doctor.
Dr. Bell was right. Harry Bash
ford was recalled from his foreign
travels to attend the funeral of hit
father. After it was all over Harry
and his mother departed for Europe,
leaving the business In the hands of
David Bashford, a man of many theo
ries and extraordinarily impractical
in business affairs.
Balanced by his partner, the dead
man, he had managed to pin himself
down to conservative business moth- 1
ods. Now that his brother was dead
and Ihe widow and son were travel-!
ing abroad, David allowed himself full
swing in the matter of experimental
improvements in the mills as well as
] “that Halsey gal.” before the father of Miss Grace Has-
It was thus that it came about that kell began suit against him for $25,000.
a warrant was sworn out for Miss There were claims of a false charge,
Grace Haskell and was served with false imprisonment, defamation of
j eminent satisfaction. Bail was given character, and so on and so on. The
j and the trial set fbr days ahead. 13 different ailments of fruit trees
1 1 1 - .*1
HE WAS A FARMER FOR PROFIT AND. ALSO HAD A DAUGHTER
Mr. Renfew had graduated with high were all mixed up in one big scare
honors as a horticulturist, and he as the warrant was read,
hadn’t learned a thing about law. He What made the matter a dozen times
was to begin his lesson now. worse was that the two farmers were j
1 He had hardly drawn a long breath 1 suddenly soiled with loss of memory. >
! huddle on the ground and insemibl#.
The fall had dislocated her shoulder.
Mr. Clinton dashed into the house
iby the kitchen door and shouted. No
j one at home. He ran through three
rooms and came to the camphor bot-
tle. It is among the equipment of
every farmhouse in the land.
He returned to the girl and held it
to her nose and then sprinkled her
face with It. By and by she opened
her eyes and looked at him wonder
“Hurt?” he asked.
“I was in the road when you fell.
Are you all alone here?”
. a dip into the excitement of Wall
When Harry and his mother were
summoned home by a peremptory ca-;
blegram from Dr. Bell they discov- j
ered that David Bashford was a sui-1
cide and that they were penniless. Not j
only had the Bashford mills been fore-;
closed by creditors and sold to strang- j
ers. but even their home was lost
through their share of the liabilities, j
All this ruin had been wrought by
They were allowed to remain in I
their old home for a year at a large!
rental—which remained unpaid. Bash-1
ford credit in the village of Bashford!
had been unquestioned and Maria
strained it to the utmost.
She closed her eyes to the fact that
black Nick and his wife, Heppy, were
working for her unpaid; she even be
moaned the fact that she could not
keep a second maid to help Heppy.
She persisted in living in the same
style to which she had been accus
tomed, and the tradespeople came to
believe that’ Mrs. Bashford had means
of her own in reserve.
This morning’s interview had ter
minated as every other one on the
same subject had done.
Harry looked from the handsome
home to the well-kept grounds, winced
when he saw the wageless gardener,
clenched hl3 fists in his pockets and
walked out of the gate.
He had sold everything that he own
ed personally to satisfy urgent cred
itors and now he had sent his re
maining trinket, a small jeweled scarf
-1 pin, to the city to be sold. With the
money obtained from the sale he in
-5 tended to pay the two servants.
At Dr. Bell’s gate he hesitated and
j then swung it inward and went up
11 the path. Across the garden he saw
“Telephone in the house?”
“I don’t know beans about first aid,
but something must be done. I think
you have a broken arm and I shall
telephone the doctor.”
"Dr. Arnold—three rings.”
In five minutes Mr. Clinton was
baek again to say:
"Now we must get you into the
bouse and on to the lounge 1 saw in
the sitting room. Careful, now. Put
your well arm around me and walk
“But I don’t know you!” protested
the girl as she hung back.
“That’s logical. Since I live miles
away and never passed this place be
fore, it follow* that you don’t know’ j
my name is Clinton. Keep inhaling
the camphor and brace up against any
faintness. Here we are, and now let ]
me get you a drink of water. Is it I
the arm or the shoulder?”
“It’s dislocated, but that’s a heap j
better than a broken arm. There’s a
house a quarter of a mile back. Let
me run there while waiting for the
doctor and fetch a woman,”
“If you wrould be so kind, but I
don’t quite understand yet.”
“O, you will later on. I’ve got it i
j all figured out. It’s a case of logic.”;
The young man returned, accom
panied by a farmer's wife, just as the
doctor drove up.
"What’s up?” asked the MD.
“Girl got a dislocated shoulder."
“What did you want to swear for?"
“Logic. The man who swears over
the telephone wire gives the impres-
Alice Bell’s slender form among her
flowers. She saw him, but as his hand
went to his cap he found that she had
| turned away and was absorbed in
| teaming a climbing rose.
His face turned scarlet. He knew
, that Alice Bell must despise him for j
j what looked like deliberate idleness j
j and willingness to live upon trades- j
1 people. He longed to set her right,
j but loyalty to his mother sealed his
lips. The worst of it was, he was
I falling in love with Alice Bell.
Dr. Bell was in his study when the j
' young man was announced and he!
j pushed a box of cigars across the ta
j ble and sank back into his deep chair.,
He was a bettle-browed litt?e man
with kindly blue eyes and frosted
hair. He looked at Harry over his
“Light up, Harry,” he commanded.
Harry shook his head resolutely.
“Don’t tempt me. I’ve sworn off all
that sort of thing until I can pay j
some of my debts.”
“Good for you! Hope it hurts you I
to do it—make all the better man of
you in the end. Not but what you're
good enough, lad, as it is, only I wish
you’d had a chance!”
“Ah—you understand that I want a
chance!” Harry muttered quickly.
The doctor nodded. “I understand
the whole situation. Do you actually
want to go to work in the mill, Har
“Willing to start in as an operative
on one of the machines?”
“Blake will give you a job of that
sort at $2 a day.”
“I know it, only mother objects.
You know she isn't very well—”
“She can stand a shock of that
sort!” growled the doctor. “It will do
They might possibly have witnessed
two cases of trespass by two Graces,
two Busans or two Pollys, but they
wouldn’t want to swear to it.
And then, to cap the climax, Miss
Grace Halsey came upon him as he
was making a diagnosis of a dead
plum tree tree and said:
“You can have your old bushes
back If you want 'em. They are dead
“Then It was you that took them?”
“But I have had Miss Haskell ar
“More fool you! She has also had
you arrested, and you may bet will
make it hot for you!”
“I—l think I will call and have a
talk with her,” said Mr. Renfew as he
gave' the old plum tree a kick and
felt that he didn’t care what disease it
“Better keep away, young man. Her
old man is just aching to get his paws
on you, and they keep a bad bulldog
and a boss hired man that once chas
ed John L. Sullivan three miles.”
“0, don’t be a squealer! You are
stung and you might as well begin to
count on the 25,000. You ought to
have known that I took the bushes
and had me arrested. Guess you’ll
have to take soothing syrup to steep
o’ nights after this!”
Mr. Renfew consulted two different
lawyers in the city. They said ho
was up against it.
He came back and drove by the
Haskell house. The bulldog growled
and showed his teeth, and the bad
hired man spat on his hands and re
i moved his coat.
I Commit suicide? Flee the country?
sion to the receiver that be is very
much in earnest, and that he’d better
do some hiking ”
Mr. Clinton sat on the veranda
while the doctor and the woman cared
for the patient. By and by the girl’s
thanks were sent to him, and he was
asked to call in a week’s time, if he
could make it convenient, and he w’ent
away whistling and not even posted
as to the girl’s name.
“But odds is the difference,” he said
to himself. “It may be Jones or
Brown or Baker now, but it’s sure to
be Clinton after aw’hile.”
When the aunt was told the adven
f ture she replied:
i “Why, that’s the Logan girl!
“But w’by the exclamation?”
"Because they are the nabobs of
“And she turned down several of- j
i fers of marriage.”
j “Well, again?”
j “And you are no nabob. Don’t be
foolish, Fred, and fall in love.”
“I’m not a nabob, but I’m a logician,
and the logical conclusion is that I;
I shall marry her. Can't beat logic, j
He managed to hear from some one
! every day as to Miss Logan's improve
ment, and when he was told that with
'■ her arm in a sling she w’as walking |
about the house and the grounds, he
drove over to pay his call.
When he had been received in a
very friendly spirit, and identified
himself Miss Logan said:
'Did you tell me that you w-ere
passing by as I fell?"
“Not exactly passing by, but sit
ting down and waiting for the log-
her good in the end. You get the
job and go to work and learn the
business from the bottom up. I’ve
got a mortgage on the Baghford Mills
; and it will have to be foreclosed some
I day. When it is I shall want a man
| to step in and take charge of the place
| and if it’s a chap by the name of
| Bashford, so much the better! Not a
word to your mother of anybody else!
Tears were in Harry Bashford’a
eyes as he wrung the good doctor’s
hand and they were there as he left
! the house and hurried straight to the
mill.* There he got the coveted job
and the next morning went forth with.,
the other workers to spend a day iir
the racketing mill.
Dr. Bell was in daily attendance
upon Mrs. Bashford and whether it
was his carefully pointed ridicule at
her false pride, or whether she suc
cumbed to his arguments and really
saw that her son was indeed more of
! a man now that he had come into his
heritage of labor, she grew used to
the idea, and after awhile Heppy could
openly hang Harry’s working overalls
and blouse on the clothes line without
protest from her mistress.
It was hard work and grilling for
the youth brought up in idleness of
a sort, but there was sweet recom
pense in the approval of his little
world, of the added respect for him
self and his co-workers. Time came
when he was able to buy back the
home on easy payments, but that was*
long after they had removed to a lit
When at last they did move back
to the old home Harry Bashford was
the proud proprietor of the Bashford
I Mills and the bride who accompanied
} him was none other than the Alice
I Bell whose coldness and disapproved
• had helped to make a man of him.
Ambush the girl as she rode out and
The situation might not have affect
ed a poet so hard, but it upset the hor
ticulturist until, if a man had come
along, and asked him at what ago a
sour apple tree begins to grow sugar
plums, he could not have told him
within ten years.y
When all hope deserts one Kate
jumps in. One day, when be had
worried and stewed and fretted until
he could hardly see straight, Mr. Ren
few' borrowed a boat and went row
ing down the river.
It was not a great big river like the
Amazon, but one just big enough to
give Fate a fair show. At a certain
stretch there were high bluffs and
deep water. It was on one of these
bluffs that Miss Grace Haskell sat
fishing as Mr. Renfrew came gliding
They could not see each other for
. the bushes lining the bank, but an
i old cow ashore saw the girl and with
;! out rhyme or reason made for her.
; Cows have various emotions, and hu
man beings can’t tell what particular
one will come uppermost at a partic
! ular time.
, There were screams and shrieks.
, There was a charging cow. There was
; a dodging girl. Then a space of bluff
1 some 40 feet long and 20 feet‘wide
,i gave way and went down into the riv-
I er, the girl and the cow with it.
. I Mr. Renfrew wasn’t 50 feet away.
> j He did not hesitate a moment be-
I tween the price of cows and girls. He
> got the girl, but. In a half-drowned
l condition. He got her to the house
[ by means of another.
Miss Grace is wearing an engage
ment ring and the suits were settled
1 out of court. ,
“And they came?”
"They did. The girl who mounts a
roof to make repairs will not escape
a fall one time in fifty.”
“How silly of me to get up therel
The roof leaked, but the idea of re
pairing it was a sudden freak. Did
your logic tell you what to do after
I fell? I’ve been thinking it over,
and I wonder that you got alone a*
I “I knew there would be logical co#»
elusions,” laughed the young maa.
“O, I’m very, very thankful."
“That’s one conclusion."
“That’s number two.”
I “And—§nd I really admire the
I calm way you managed things.”
I “That’s number three.”
“But—but is there any more?”
He said there was, but be would de
lay the telling of it until some other
Several months later he said. “It’s
only logical that I want you for a
“Then you must look out for con*
I him her hand.
“Logic and its consequences make
happiness!" said the professor when
i he had read the letter.
"How is it,” queried the fair maid,
i “that at times you develop great mas
culine energy and at other timae dis
play so many womanly traits?”
‘I suppose it is due to heredity,” re
plied the young man. “You see, half
my ancestors were men and the oth
er half women.”
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