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in far countries that all happine house nor land. ,Swift‘ly passed the years and, to the great disaopoin’cment of Wilbur Ma- son, his college-bred daughters mar- ried professional men. Only John. hard-headed and practical, elected to 'follow in his father’s footsteps and after taking an agricultural college course, returned to take active super- vision of work on the home farm. Probably it was as much of a dis- appointment to Wilbur Mason as his own choice had Leen to his father when John married a city girl totally ignorant of farm life. Winsome, viva- cious, a fellow student at the Univer- sity, Marian Roberts took the young farmer by storm. She had frnvplprl When the old man was gathered-to his fathers, there were three sturdy juniors at Green Hills Farm and never was there a mother who loved her children more or few who more fully gave themselves to their chilâ€" dren’s upbringing. By this time Wil- bur Mason had become the hard-workâ€" ing, close-scheming man of affairs that his father had been. Another thou- sand acres had been added to Green Hills Farms, among them that self- same tenant farm from-which he had brought his bride. Rough, with one stretch of land so inaccessible that Mason decided not even to pasture it and therefore fenced it ofl’, it was none‘ the less an addition which had beeni strongly urged by his Wife. \ Little of‘ sentiment was left in Wilbur Mason’s makeâ€"up yet he questioned Margaret if she wanted the place for “old-time’s] sake.” There was an inscrutable smile! on her face as she answered him that! there were “many reasons” why she} wished it in addition to the fact ofi the fertile‘bottom land. And ome day perhaps they might wish that farm! for a son or daughter. 80 the deed: was made and Green Hills, now cover-i ing tw0 thousand acres of debtâ€"free: land, acknowledged a mistress who once could claim no spot as a pei‘man-.l ent home. ‘ As Margaret Mason listened, with never a word of protest from her hus- band, something died in her heart. But she gave no sign. In the days that came and passed Old John Mason ruled the farm with a rod of jron but came, in time, to yield grudging admiration for the wo- man who, with tireiess energy did well what was to be done yet so managed her work that she found time for wide readingâ€"at home. said he sternly, “the hours of God’s 1: days are for labor; His nights are for 0 rest. “With those hands,” and hela‘ stretched out gnarled and workâ€"worn:n palms, “I have paid for and worked u this thousand acres which some day shall be my son’s and as his, yours. b She who has gone did her full share. n Let us have none of this foolishness of flower hunting when there is work!a to do at home.” l her husband were to be the beginning of a fine and complete botanicafl col- lection that, John Mason feit it his duty to take a hand. “Young woman,” It was not then to be Wondered at when Margaret one day returned from a ramble and joyfully exhibited some rare flower specimens which she told her by her teachers. She was a born botanist and was more teacher than student as the classes went afield. Her young lover soon put any ideas of a career out of Margaret’s pretty head and after a brief courtship they were married and'went to live with John Mason, aged master of the great farm. Perhaps we should not blame young Wilbur so much for the things that transpired. His father, John Mason, belonged to the old school which be- lieved that a woman's “place” is at homeâ€"and nowhere else, ever. More- over, a tenant’s daughter had not been reckoned in the scheme of things for, the old man’s son and heir. He had visioned.a daughter-in-daw who would, add acres to their holdings, for land, was the god he worshipped, and here‘ had come as mistress of Green Hills, a slip of a girl with scarce an extra change of garb. It seemed very wonderful when Wil-l bur Mason, college graduate and heirI of the great farm, asked Margaret! Weatherby, daughter of a tenantl farmer, to be his bride. Margaret' had graduated with, honors from thel village high school, was admittedly the? prettiest girl in Elm Ridge township and a bright future in the special field; of pliant-ology had been predicted for. of wall-fed cattle, rici‘n fiptur‘nédrlgg}; substantial buildings. For her par- ents were tenants on an adjolning farm. For more than one-fourth of a cen- tury Margaret Mason had called Green Hills Farm “home.” Before that, in pink-cheeked little girlhood und in more sedate young womanhood, she had roamed Green Hills’ thousand acres, rejoicing in the heaven-kissing hills, the fertile valleys, the panorama It Might Be Well F or The World If There Were More Such Departures As This One. BY PHILIP KANE. u 'as a matter of neighborhood‘ Whe“ he failed What did he d0?" that while Wii'bu‘r Mason had "Ground his teeth” a say if questioned about his *~'““‘“â€"""‘ uzhter, Mother Mason adored 0f the to '1 meat consumption of :21 the. time they first met. So, Great Brita u only about twoâ€"fifths ls -r: :. which once had been home‘prodwced from home-bred animals. A Runâ€"Away Far Happiness by storm. She had tu'welea ountries and had been taught PART I is not a matter “ w“â€" Far back in the bloodstream of the called, iWeatherby family there was a gypsy .Before ? strain. Margaret Weatherby’s mother lrulmc'diw‘as dark, quick, emotional, counting thOd'leach move to a tenant farm as one oyssfndlmore glad adventure. As a little klssmgichild, Margaret, now sedate ' and loramajmatronly, could remember overland i 10am’gjourneys at night when she lay hip- .r pgr'ipily watching serene stars or, un- winmg afraid, heard the wind howl about a , white-topped wagon. On that never- m W1.1' to-be-forgotten summer before her 'd be” first baby came, she had prevailed ’rgaret upon her husband to “go camping." tenant. Fearing tho displeasure of Old John, ’rgaret‘the/two, still lovers, slipped away like "In theltruant~ children to ride to glory be- j‘y tbehind plodding horses while with al- mShlp most every passing mile Margaret “1 field'gathered botanical specimens. A tem- Bd for. pest of wrath for wasted time met a hom‘them upon-their return. Grimly vow- r thanging that not for another day should d' Her, Wilbur be son or heir, his father tore 5 Of a r his will to shreds before their eyes and ” headionly combined pleadings and promises I were won him to forgiveness and reinstated L John'them in his will. fan“- With the passing of Old John there, ymmg,was a slight relaxation in the strict s that ' regime of life at Green Hills and WiI-t aason’ bur even consented_to take a little' c}? be'! trip for pleasure but spoiled it by re- 15 at minding his wife all too soon that More' there was no time for “such foolish: t been ness.” Then the neighborsâ€"some of gs for themâ€"were scandalized when the wife '8 had of the richest farmer in the county? .Womd took a team and her little children, "i find and Went “gypsying.” But the chilâ€"‘ Hi3: dren had not enjoyed it! They‘inherâ€" ’ ited, alas, their father’s love of com-- extra fort and warm beds and did not share . the joy of their mother in starlit skies ,ed at or with her, smell incense in the smoke "from of the camp fire. So the adventure sonlle was not repeated and Margaret Mason 8 god settled down to the routine of farm 3,1225 life, except as she could go afield in .t hi books and magazines. She read eager. I ,5, 1y everything she could pertaining to ram; botany and plant life and many a time{ 0 8‘ her knowledge found practical appli- re fol cation on the home acres. But never “1 heI a word of co-operation or encourageâ€" "wom ment reached her for her contribu-l orked tions or particular accomplishment. n (luv 5 With two thousand acres ciear and .‘money well invested, it was admitted that” the Masons were “well fixed.” .Still, when Margaret Mason reminded i her husband that now there was neith- ier excuse nor reason why they should (not go on the‘trip deferred from the lyear of their honeymoon, she met {only rebuff. Not only was there no Jtime, “but,” said Wi,-]b.ur Mason, “we ! are too old for such foolishness.” Once !they had been too young! More and {more Mother Mason spent her time fat the home of her daughte'r-in-law jand there were days when the master lof Green Hills scarcely saw his wife, ibut since his temporal comfort was well cared for Wilbur Mason did not ‘care so much, although one night he 3bluntly upbraided his wife for “wast- ing time” There had never been ser- ious bickerings between these two, who were so different in temperament and outlook, and Margaret was amazâ€" ed as well as newly disappointed. This time, however, she had ready a calm deliverance, an answer: “I have given you more than twenty-five years of my time,” she said. “Now all I ask in return is a few weeks of yours. If you will take the car and go on a three-months vacétion with me, I’ will be willing to come home and take up work again. Otherwise . . .” She left the sentence unfinished. With impatient rejoinder, Mason re- bufl’ed her once more. “A Woman of your age should have more sense." he said and dismissed the matter as closed. Margaret Mason silently turned away. The coming of Marian ‘Mason brought renewed girlhood to her mother-inâ€"Iaw. Marvelously the stran- ger adapted herself to the community and except that she insisted upon a girl to help with housework, won en- tire approval of the neighbors. When it was explained that Marian had “money in her own right,” criticism ceased. Nor was there the outcry that might have been expected when a helper also was hired for “the big house” at_Green Hills, giving Mar- garet Mason more time for occupaâ€" tions other than housework. to Margaret Weatherby, the newly- weds began their home life. ‘He had an axe 1 . gort left.” When he failed Ground his. test} Ground H is Teeth Fct comp] carillc beau Whether or not animals have a sense of humor, it is certain that they do not enjoy being ridiculous. Most of us can-recall the sheepish look of a dog which has been made the butt of some practical joke, but, now (011105 the story of a swan whose amour pro- me was much ruffled as the result of a. comical mishap. This swan inhabits a pond in the beautiful city park at Ashland. Oregon, only a few miles from the California state line. As the winters there are very mild. water in lakes and streams ordinarily does not freeze, but during a recent winter the lake was partly frozen over. / The swan was floating here and there over the open water. occasional- ly standing on his head to snatch a tidbit below the surface. Presently he came to the edge of the ice and clamâ€" bered up on it. Whether he thought it was solid ground or whether he was merely inexperienced in the pr'oper, Yes, the world had passed grand- mothér by. The miracles of to-day, except that of the radio, meant but little to her. Thechatter of her grand- children was as language in a foreign tongue. 7 Quiet, unnoticed, she sat, day after day, her knitting needle flashing in and out. Grandmother could still knit. What a“ comfort in her old and sightless days." white her hair. Quite useless she seemed in a busy household. a mere spectator as her little world moved on. Great grandchildren there were within the home. for grandmother was nearing the century mark. An old and fragile figure, almost unnoticed. except as each meal time came, or shadows call- ed for a season of rest. It was always night for grandmother. She was blind. man "Lubber," recently acquired by high :1an weighs 3,000 pounds. He i Eon is stil‘ wary, 191a Tiny was the little sock in grand Withered and old was the little we an. Work~worn her hands. snow An Error in Judgmgnt. TEE MG’EHERS 6? WHEN her hands, snow Quite useless she stalled. Th he thoughti There are eightâ€" species of pine in ,her he was 2 Canada, but only five are of commer- the pr'ODerlcial importance. ‘ ed by a. Nebraska firm, is said to be me He is a five-yealfold bay gelding with } lament, Hi] (1 buildings The next moment a mpst astonished lbia‘d, seated on his tail, was careering rapidly across the ice toward the bank, his long neck stretched inquiringly upward, his webbed feet sticking ‘stiffly up in front of him, while his isnowy wings still outspread helped to lwaft him onward. i The pews-on who saw the comical {performance burst into peals of laugh- :tei‘ which pres-ulnany did not help v‘mtatters, for the swan. having reached Ethe bank, carefully climbed it and ‘stumped away shaking his head Egrupmily, for all the World like a crusty old gentleman who has come to ‘grief on a slippery bit of sidewalk. way to navigate on Ice we cannot know. but .we can at least agree that he was injudtclous, for having gained his feet he began to run. Not content {with that he flapped his wings as he if "for a man child. For seventy years I’ve been knitting. knitting, much of the day, far into the night. Eight boys of my own. Then their sons“? score of them. And now the sons of their sons. But I love boy babies, I still can feel their chubby arms about my neck." And grandmother‘s smile was transforming, beautiful. Oh, the mothers of men, how much we owe them! And this grandmother had m-othered men of heroic deeds in soldiery. of skill in medicine. of achievement in the arts and agricul- ture. Unsung, unheralded, she sits in the shadow and knits. And knits. But some day surely, there shall be great reward for such as grandmother. motherfis hands, and yet, as I watched it seemed to grow as a living thing. "A pretty thing," I ventured, “fer a man child." The bent frame straigh- tened, the faded eyes seemed to gleam with light. “Yes,” she answered, "for a man child. 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