Harmon's
What It
For Hlni and
VV. R. Hose, In Cleveland Plain Dealer.
The local bumped Ita wny to a full
top alongside the little rulhvny i!n-
Won. The few passengers rnpldly
scattered, the frnntlc appmila of the
barker for the Hooper House 'litis
falling on unheeding ears. One pas
senger was a little slower In his move,
merits. He had cast n quick glance
at the loungers on the platform, and
.then turned back to the truck that
was drawn up bcsldo the baggage
ear.
He pointed out his trunk to the
baggage ninster ns he handed over the
claim check, and Just then a voice
tailed him.
"Over here, Harmon," It said.
The young man looked across the
platform.
A bearded man In a farm wagon
drawn by a restless team had hnlled
him from the highway. The young
nan waved his hand and picking up
his trunk carried It to the waiting
wagon and put It In behind the scat.
Then he reached up his hand to the
bearded man.
"How are yon, father?"
The older man ignored the prof
fered grasp.
"Get In," he hastily directed, ".this
team ain't none too easy to hold. Th'
nigh horso there Is likely to bolt if
the engine toots." The young man
wung himself into the scat.
"Let me drive them, father."
, "Forgotten how, haven't you?"
"N'o, father."
Wait a minute." The engine
hoarsely tooted and the nigh horse
went up In the air. "What did I tell
you whoa there, whoa!"
The team clattered up the main
street, the driver finally bringing
them down to a safe pace. As they
truck the highway beyond the vil
lage, the gray eyes turned toward the
younger man.
"Well, son, you've got an educa
tion." "Yes, father, and a very good edu
eatlon It Is."
"An' you're through college for
good and all?"
"For good and all."
The older man clucked to his team.
"Well, I've done what promised
your mother I'd do. I've sent you
through."
"I'm very grateful, father.
' 1 "Just grateful in words."
"In every way."
There was a little silence.
"An' you think the education
pays?"
"Yes, Indeed. No matter what I
may do my education will be a help
to me."
Even If It's farmln'?"
Yes. father."
That sounds all right." He gave
the young man another quick glance.
You know this schoolin' of yours
pinched me a good deal."
"I know, father, and I did my best
to make the expense as light as pos
sible." "But It pinched just th' same. An'
you feel as If you were In debt to mo
tome, eh?"
"I owe you a great deal, father."
That's th' right spirit. An' you've
come back to work It out, eh?"
"Yes, father. I've come back to do
my best to show you that I appreciate
your kindness and your Belf-sacriflce."
"Prove It," said the older man
tersely.
He turned the team Into a driveway
that led beside an old gray farm
house. "Let me put up the horses, father."
He leaped down lightly and put the
trunk on the back porch of the farm
house, then drove the team across the
yard and Into the barn.
The older man looked after him.
"Seems strong an' good-natured,"
he said. "I wonder how long his
good-nature will last." He turned
abruptly and entered the house.
.When he had Informed the old house
keeper that his son had come home,
he came out on the porch and washed
his hands and face in the tin basin.
"Th' boy takes after his mother,"
he murmured. "I never noticed it
o much before. Well, I did what I
promised her I'd do. The boy's got
his college education an' thinks well
f it. Though how it's goin' to help
Ihlm in farmin' I don't quite see." He
looked toward the barn. The young
nan had come out and was just clos
ing the doors. "He's quick enough,"
muttered the old man. "I'll get out
j- to th' barn a little later an" see if he's
fixed things right. Hullo, what's
that?"
A cry from the broad pasture at the
left had startled him. Across it he
aw a little girl running. Her hat
was off and her hair flew about. The
young man heard her, too. He ran to
the fence.
"What is it?" he cried.
The older man could not hear the
child's reply. But the young man
leaped the fence and started across
the field at a remarkably rapid pace.
As he passed the girl she turned and
followed him. Almost in a moment
he had dipped Into the hollow beyond
the pasture and disappeared from
the older man's view.
"Harmon! " he cried, but it was too
late.
' The old man growled beneath his
hreath and crossed the yard, scowling
angrily.
"That was Jim Parker's little girl,"
he muttered. "I s'pose Jim's on one
of his tantrums. But th' boy had no
business to mix in it. Jim is likely to
hurt him. I'd go half a mile out of
jny way to avoid Jim when he's
Education.
What Jolin Gregg Learned.
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drunk. I wonder what'B happening?"
It was nearly a half hour before
tho boy camo bnck.' He was wnlklng
briskly with his hands in his cout
pockets.
"Sorry to hnvo kept you waiting,
father," he said In his ensy way.
Tho old man looked him over.
"Where have you, been?" he de
manded. Tho young man laughed.
"Ili'i-n making a hurried call on one
of our neighbors," he replied.
Ho filled the tin washbasin nt the
pump and the old man noticed that
tho knuckles of his left hand were
bleeding.
"See here," he cried roughly, "you
mustn't mix In matters that don't con
cern you."
'Tut this did concern me, father,"
snld Harmon, lightly. "Our neighbor
was drunk and ugly and was shame
lessly abusing his poor little wife."
There was n brief silence.
"Well?" demanded the old man.
"He Is sorry he nbused her," re
plied Harmon, gravely, "and I don't
bellevo he will abuse her again."
The old man stared hard at his son.
"Did you learn that at college?"
he asked .
"Yes, father."
"Come in to supper."
They ate In silence.
"Son," said tho old man presently,
"I'm sorry I couldn't come down to
th' school th' day you gof. your
papers. I was too busy to got away."
"I was disappointed," said Harmon,
"but I knew it was a considerable I
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Journey and that you have but little
time."
"You got through all right?"
"Yes, father."
"Guess we'll go up to the north
woods to-morrow an' cut some winter
wood."
"All right, father."
So Harmon Gregg's life on the farm
began. He was a steady'worker and
a great help to the old man. When
the day's work was ended he ate his
Bupper and tramped down to the vil
lage. Once tho old man remonstrated.
Tho boy laughed.
"I must have a llttlev variety, fa
ther. All work and no play makes
Jack a much poorer worker."
"No carousing, boy."
And the boy laughed again.
It was like the old man to make
no inquiries concerning his Bon's do
ings in the village. But ono day he
was at the .foot of the driveway when
Abner Simmons drove by.
"Hullo," said Abner, as he drew in
his horse, "how are ye, Gregg?"
"As well as usual," tho old man re
sponded. The neighbor leaned down.
"That's a great boy of yours," ho
remarked.
"Th' boy's all right," said the old
man sharply.
"Both my boys think he's the finest
thing that ever walked." Abner
chuckled. "I s'pose you know what
he's up to?"
"I know pretty well what he's up
to in th' daytime," said Harmon's
father.
"Don't he talk to you about it?"
"He talks to me about things he
knows I'm interested in."
"Well, mebby you'll be more inter
ested in learnln' it from me. First,
he's got a Bort o' literary club goin'
down there. It's really more of a
school. He gets up an' gives little
talks on lnterestln' subjects, an' the
room's crowded every Tuesday night.
I went down with the boys las' Tues
day an' it was just wonderful th' way
he handled things. Never had no
trouble but once. Pete Mullins an' a
couple of his Inlet gang came up to
hoot an' break up th' meeting' an'
your boy went out an' got Pete you
know how big he is an' fetched him
in an' made him sit in th' front row
all th evening. Your boy's been re
organize' th' fire department, too.
It was a good deal run down, but he's
got th' broken engine tinkered into
shape, an' the two companies recruit
ed up, an' he's run a telephone wire
from th" hotel to th" engine house.
Th' boys wanted to make him chief,
but he wouldn't take it. An' there's
a lot o' talk about 'lecting him -school
trustee. It he keeps on th' way he's
going piling up friends he can
have anything he wants. Better go
down an' hear him talk nex' Tuesday
night his aubjec' is 'The Advantages
oi a college Education.' Well, so
long."
He lifted the reins and clucked to
the horse. As he passed beyond ear
shot he growled under his breath,
"Derned ol' grouch, ho don't deserve
to have a son."
And Harmon's father turned and
slowly walked up the driveway. He
was thinking deeply. Of course he
hadn't asked his boy's confidence, but
the lad might have told him some
thing about his work In the village.
It wasn't right that the information
should come to him from Abner Sim
mons, n man who had never liked
him. He even funded Abner took a
special delight In giving him the news
a delight born of dislike.
It was the college education that
was to blame for it all. To blamo for
what? For his boy's being helpful
and popular?
And then ho suddenly contrasted
Harmon with Abner Simmons' simple
but well meaning lads, and a chuckle
came from his tightly drawn lira.
The next Tuesdny night he went
down to tho village. He waited a
half hour before he followed bis son.
When ho reached tho little hall over
the postofllce he found It filled. lie
went up the stairs part way nnd
stopped and listened. He could hear
Harmon's clear voice and then a quick
burst of applause.
He waited a moment longer nnd
then went down the stairs heavily
and slowly walked home.
It was like the man to say nothing
to his son concerning his village con
nections. Hut there were times when
he sorely wished his boy would show
a little more confidence.
And then one day in the late fall
ho had a surprising visitor.
Harmon had gone to the grist mill
nix mllcl away. The trip would take
the entire morning. The old man was
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in the driveway when an automobile
stopped In the highway and an elderly
man alighted. He was an elderly man
of distinguished appearance, gray
bearded and spectacled.
"Is this the home of Mr. Gregg?"
ho asked.
"I am John Gregg."
"The father of Harmon Gregg?"
"Yes."
"I congratulate you, Mr. Gregg. 1
am Dr. Eudlcott, president of the col
lege your son attended Is he at
home?"
"N'o. He will not return until late
In th' afternoon."
"I am sorry," said the visitor. "I
hoped to meet him. We think very
favorably of your son at our school,
Mr. Gregg."
"I am glad to know it," said Har
mon's father.
"No doubt you know, too, that his
fellow classmates voted hlin tho most
popular man In his class?"
"No," replied Harmon's father, "I
didn't know that."
The keen gray eyes of the college
head studied the farmer a moment.
"I'd like to have a little talk with
you, Mr. Gregg," ho said.
"Come up on the porch," replied
Harmon's father.
He led tho way and offered his vis
itor a chair.
"I want to say to you frankly, Dr.
Endicott," he suddenly remarked,
"that I don't believe in a college edu
cation." "So much the more to your credit,"
said the college president lightly, "for
letting the boy enjoy its advantages."
"I had promised his mother," said
Harmon's father, on the defensive.
The visitor gravely bowed.
"Have you found that his education
has harmed your son?"
"No," replied Harmon's father.
"I'll admit that it hasn't changed him
any. The boy came home and went
right back to farming as if nothing
had happened. He's a good boy and a
useful boy."
"We can agree on that, Mr. Gregg,"
said the visitor with a quick smile.
"But I must talk fast. My friends
are waiting for me. They made a
little detour in order to give me a
chance to meet Harmon's father. I
will ask you to convey two messages
to him. Tell him, if you please, that
I met the President one day last week
and he sent your son his "regards."
"What President?"
"The President of the United
States."
"He sent my son his regards?"
"Why, yes. He met Harmon dur
ing commencement week and was
much taken with him. They are lath
Phi Beta Kappa wen, you know. Ho
wanted me to say to Harmon that
there is a certain consulate which re
quires a young, energetic and licalihy
Ineumhent and he Intimated that
your son possesses the necessary
qualifications."
Harmon's father breathed hard.
He stared at his visitor. And the
keen eyes twinkled behind the
glasses.
"Now for the second message. A
certain man of grent wealth has for
mulated a scheme for civic and social
bettormont. He 1b willing to give a
large sum of money for this worthy
purpose. Those of us who are In the
secret have been looking about for a
young man to serve as executive sec
retary. Ills field of usefulness will be
wide, his duties many and we are pre
pared to pay hlni a handsome Balary.
On my recommendation the name of
your son ha9 been favorably consid
ered for the place. It Is the sort of
work he would like and I have every
confidence In his ability to fill tho
position. I am quite sure he would
prefer It to the consulate. Ask Har
mon to let me hear from him as soon
as possible. I am glad to have met
you, sir. Good day."
The old man watched the automo
bile dlsnppear and was still sitting on
the porch when his son came back.
' "Come tip here, boy," he called to
him. "Leave the horse In the drive
way." Hnrmon came up wondering.
"What Is It, father?"
"Sit down, son." He hesitated a
moment. "Boy," he began, "I'm a
narrow man an' full of bitter preju
dices." "Father."
"It's th' life, I think nn' th' hard
work. The only beautiful thing that
ever came to me was your mother,
an' nfter she went I grew still harder.
You mustn't blame me too much,
son."
"Why, father, I'm not blaming
you."
"You're a good boy there never
was a better. I hear It on every side
an' they're reaching for you from
out In th' world, son an' what am I
that I should prison you up on this
poor old farm?"
"Father, my first duty Is to you."
"An' have I no duty? Oh, I've been
thinking It out this afternoon. I'm
all wrong. An' there's one comfort
I believe I knew 1 was wrong from the
very start. I'm going to surrender.
I'm proud of you, lad, proud of your
record, of your friends, of your edu
cation. But you can't stay on this
farm any longer. Give mo your hand,
son."
They stood up with their hands
clasped.
"Wherever you go, however you
rise, man to man, we must ever be
good friends."
The young man's voice broke a
little the simple earnestness of the
appeal touched him.
"Always the best of friends, my
father."
S Norway's Railroad ;
Wonder. S
Norwegian engineers claim with
Justice that the new railway running
between Bergen and Chrlstianla Is the
moBt remarkable and interesting in
existence. The two cities are separ
ated by 320 miles, but the interven
ing region comprises some of the
wildest and most Inaccessible heights
of the great mountain system of the
peninsula. No road has ever crossed
these tracts, and the only means of
communication between the capital
and the first commercial port of the
kingdom has hitherto been by sea,
the journey taking fifty-six hours.
Considering the nature of the
ground the Bergen Railway follows a
singularly direct route to Chrlstianla.
Tho line Is carried up from Voss by a
steep gradient to the top of the deso
late Fleldberg, round the neck of the
towering Hallinsharvet, with its neck
lace of glaciers and its beautiful
mountain flora, nnd down through the
rich scenery of Halllngdal, where ap
parently limitless forests of pine and
birch and aBh clothe the sides of the
rounded hills, whose forms were
ground out by prehistoric glacial ac
tion. All along tho marvellous route the
air Is filled with the roar end thunder
of water courses, dashing down preci
pices of dizzy heights, pouring an Im
mense volume of Ice-cold water into
the valleys and fiords, forming here
a rapid of seething, boiling water
whose prismatic surf rises high like
artillery smoke, and there, a pool ol
suddenly still, limpid depth where
you can count the pebbles and watch
tho salmon trout.
In the fifty-two miles between Voss
and Flnse, the highest station on the
line, there is a rise of 3800 feet, and
from Flnse down through the Hal
llngdal to Gulsvik, a distance of 100
miles, there is a drop of 3500 feet. A
locomotive ot 800 horse power is
used for the. trains, and the traveling
is smooth and pleasant throughout.
It seems to be a peculiarity of Norwe
gian trains to carry passengers with
out a jolt or a shake. .Technical
World.
On Getting a Civil Answer.
F. Hopkinson Smith, talking to the
Southern Society the other night.
complained ot New York's bad man
ners. "We live in the most Insolent
city in the world," he said. "We
can't get a decent answer from a car
conductor or a policeman." A not
uncommon complaint, this, and one
that always surprises persons whose
experience has taught them that j
courteous inquiry rarely falls to
bring a like response. The man who
created the charmlns and hospitable
Colonel Carter cannot be Ignorant ol
the way to get a civil answer. Hart
ford Courant.
Hcclpo For Flying.
Mix a thoumiml feet of lumber
With a nullum ynriln of luck;
Take a humlrcil yards of ennvnt
And a billion mil of pluck;
Gi't a barrel nf indifference,
With n tnnk nf giiHoliiie,
And a fluid by some hie city
Where you surely will be seen;
Rig a queer new-fangled rudder,
Turn it sliiplmjm with n wheel,
Get a thouMiml-dollnr motor
And some nerves of finest steelj
Get your picture in the paper,
Say you re "not quite ready yet,"
And if you should take a tumlile
Why, just Unlit n cigarette.
(When the whole thing put together
(.'till it your "new aeroplane,"
'And if you don't succeed at first.
Why, fiy, (ly again.
Get a President if liandy,
And of Senators a score,
A regiment of cavalry,
And, of course, a signal corps.
Tick a day that's calm nnd windless,
With a clear and cloudless sky;
Get aboard and start the motor
And then well, perhaps vou'll fly.
-Frank Dunphy, in the New York World.
The Alternative.
"Let's go to the theatre?"
"I've nothing to wear."
"Then we'll go to the opera.".
Ltpplncolt's.
Are You One?
"Say, Pop, what's a pessimist?"
"A pessimist, my son, is one who,
of two evils, chooses thera both." .
Everybody's.
The Natural Place.
"Where should a vessel encounter
the teeth of a gale?"
"I don't know, unless It Is in the
mouth of a river."
Tho Powers That Talk.
Willie "Pa, what are 'Conversa
tional Powers?' "
Pa "Oh, any of the South Ameri
can republics." Puck.
, A Distinction.
Uncle Henry "Back from Wash
ington, SI? See Congress in action?"
Uncle Silas "Naw; 1 only saw
em In session." Judge.
Erased.
"Is there any soup on the bill of
fare?"
"No, sir there was, but I wiped It
on." Harvard Lampoon.
New Name For Old Dope.
The literary boarder fastened
his
eyes upon the hash.-
"Klndly pass the Reviews of Re
views," he said. Everybody's.
Unmistakable Messages.
He (gushingly) "Your eyes tell
me much."
She (icily) "Your breath tells me
more." Cornell Widow.
The Money Question.
"Wot do they mean, Jimmy, when
they say money talks?"
"I dunno, unless It's the wonder
ful way it says goodby to yer." Loa
don Tatler.
Affluence.
"Who Is the gentleman seated In
the large touring car?"
"That is the poet laureate of a
well-known biscuit factory." Birm
ingham Age-Herald.
nnlf-nnd-IInlf.
"I don't understand you, Linda.
One day you're bright and Jolly, and
the next depressed and sad."
"Well, I'm in half-mourning, that's
why." Fliegende Blaetter.
Immune.
Farmer Grayneck "S'pose you
are goin' to git the automobile fever,
Ezry, like everybody else?"
Farmer Hornbeak "Nope! I've
been vaccinated In the pocketbook,
and it took." Puck.
A Mother's Anxiety.
Willie "Ma, can't I go out on the
street for a little while? Tommy
Jones says there's a comet to be
Been."
Mother "Well, yes; but don't you
go too near." Boston Transcript.
A Medical Question.
Said Willie "A motor car backs
you clean off o' the earth when it
cracks you."
"That's an automobile,"
"But how does it feel when a -big
locomotor ataxia?" Toledo Blade.
Did He Get It?
A sailor had just shown a lady
over the ship. In thanking him she
said: "I am sorry to see by the rules
that tips are forbidden on your ship."
"Lor bless you, ma'am,' replied
the sailor, "so were apples In the
garden of Eden." Everybody's Mag.
azlne.
Happy Hour.
He "Do you remember the night
I proposed to you?"
She "Yes, dear."
He "We sat for an hour and yon
never opened your mouth."
She "Yes, I remember, dear."
He "Ah", that was the happiest
hour ot my life!" Philadelphia Inquirer.
DYNAMITE U8ED TO PLOW
Oklahoma Evolves New Method o
Preparing Virgin Soil for
Cu.Uvmiu. '
Farmers In Texas county, Oklahoma,
are trying a unique but effective way
of breaking virgin sod, Introduced by
C. H. Phillips.
After boring boles In the ground
about twenty feet apart and thrw
feet deep, Phillips places a stick ol
dynamite In each. These were con?
tiected and shot at the same time.
The ground was torn up and will be
left to absorb nature until plow tlm.
Mr. Phillips belloves that the ground,
deep down, will conserve the moist
ure. On the ground which he had
thus treated he says he will put out,
in a small way, diversified crops and
note carefully tho result of the new
method of breaking soil.
The experiment will be wntchej
with considerable Interest, as It la the
first trial of the kind in the state.
Farmers have generally plowed thelf
ground deep, hut the method employ. v
ed by Mr. Phillips and others, is new
In soli cultivation.
Not nn Inch of Ifcnltliy Skin Left.
"My little son, a boy of five, brok
out with an Itching rash. Three doc
tors prescribed for blm, but he kept
getting worse until we could not dress
him any more. They finally advised
me to try a certain medical college,
but its treatment did no good. At
the time I was Induced to try Cutl
cura he was so bad that I had to cut
his hair off and put the Cutlcura Oint
ment on him on bandages, as It was
impossible to touch him with the bar
hand. There was not one square inch
of skin on his whole body that was
not affected. He was one mass of
sores. The bandages used to stick to
his skin and In removing them it used
to take the skin off with them, and
the ncreams from the poor child wera
heartbreaking. I began to think that
he would never get well, but after the
second application of Cutlcura Oint
ment I begnn to see signs of improve
ment, and with the third and fourth
applications the sores commenced to
dry up. His skin peeled off twenty
times, but It finally yielded to th
treatment. Now I can say that he li
entirely cured, and a stronger and
healthier boy you never saw than
he Is to-day, twelve years or mort
since the cure was effected. Robert
Wattam, 1148 Forty-eighth St., Chi
cago, 111., Oct. 9, 1909."
Nearly ten thousand beds In London
hospitals are dally occupied by th
sick and maimed poor.
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VUIX'AN, ttienmallpvt mntrlne In the world, start il
upon f oMrr pout card, a a rmimentoof the Hud vm-J-'ulton
Olfibratlnn, but owing to an anlooked for
circumstance not I-wup1 until that event waa over,
but Inatmurh a the millet matter bear more pa
tlouiartjr upon the n"xi n at event that take pUo
In New York, ftn-at l'nl-erAl Kxhibltlon or
Worirt'i Fair In IHVS, It will be all the more appre
ciate. and timely now. And a three montha' trial
ubtwrtptlon loL-'O VaDIs, the enlarged rorm.whlch
the noNtcard memento la tn take up, beMe taking
on the additional aubjeot of "Farmer's Uplift."
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