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7>* RURAL NEW-YORKER 
November 2~>, 1022 
Joab’s farm, ami no man ever tried 
harder to please his wife. 1-Jut. that “per¬ 
fect husband” always stood in the way. 
He kept the wood box well filled, onl> 
to hear her say: 
"Hiram split the wood finer than that, 
and lie never brought iu crooked stick 
or left dirt on the floor." 
Joab raised the best crop of wheat on 
that, lower 40 of liis, and everyone said 
it was the record, but Mary’s comment 
was: 
"You ought to have seen the crop that 
Hiram raised the year before he died.” 
There was talk of nominating .loab for 
the Legislature as a sound business can¬ 
didate. He might have been elected, but 
Mary’s comment led him to refuse the 
nominal ion. 
"My Hiram might have been elected if 
he’d wanted it, and what a speech he 
could make V* 
When they had the Old Home celebra¬ 
tion they elected .Toab president of the 
meeting, lie did well—had on his new 
clothes and a new hat. Everybody spoke 
of it, and several made Comment : 
*T want to say, -Mis’ Ilenshaw, that 
your .Toab did well. He looked fine. We 
were all proud of him!” 
“Yes. but I told him not to wear that 
red necktie. Hiram, now, would have 
made a wonderful president!” 
And so it went all through, and patient 
•Toab went silently about bis work with 
that, great hunger in his heart. And you 
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ship about their relations. Most women 
are born politicians, and Mary Jones was 
an experl advertiser as well In her 
heart she knew Joab ns a sound, steady, 
reliable character, but after her exper¬ 
ience with the "perfect man" she knew 
rlie value of a harness on her partner. 
"There never was such a man as 
Hiram. Everything he did was right!” 
-That was what greeted Juab when ho 
steered the subject in the direction of 
Hiram’s successor. Many a man fully 
acquainted with lliram's record would 
have been stung into retort, but Joab 
was too much in love with the widow, 
and ho meekly endured all such remarks, 
until finally the widow concluded that 
the time had come for melting—sit least 
in part. 
Joab made Ms last appeal while sitiiug 
in the rocking chair iu the widow’s little 
sitting room. The baby bad been sitting 
on his kuee. She had fallen asleep with 
her little body curled up under bis arm. 
For the child, with that wonderful, in¬ 
stinctive judgment of character which 
most children possess, had always loved 
“Unde Joab.” The widow looked across 
the room at this group—the strong, hon¬ 
est man who had won the heart of her 
baby, and she knew that here was a man 
to be trusted. Yet what she said was: 
"Yes. .Toab, I consent, but you know 
that Hiram was the finest husband that 
ever lived. No one can equal him.” 
HOPE FARM NOTES 
It was Joab Ilenshaw who settled the 
estate, such as it was, and did all those 
things that a true friend can do at such 
a time. And it was not long before the 
widow and Joab both knew that if these 
two were to live in the same town there 
must he something more than friend- 
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Joab was a farmer in a Western State 
when I knew him, years ago. lie was a 
silent, kindly man who, up to a certain 
Thanksgiving Day, went through the rou¬ 
tine of iris life with r strange hunger at 
bis heart. You might hr vo called it ridicu¬ 
lous, for Joab was a prosperous man with 
a good farm, a good wife and a pleasant 
home. Yet the hunger was there. Joab 
was not much of a talker, but he had a 
sort of dry humor which cracked out of 
him al unexpected times. He went on a 
visit once, to a distant town, and his 
folks took him along to prayer meeting. 
The speaker chanced to be one of those 
loud talkers who stop now and then and 
demand “Am I right ?” “Listen!” or 
“Deny it if you can!” .Such gentlemen 
do not lead us to thankfulness even at 
this season. The subject at this prayer 
tneeliug was “Perfection.” I regard that 
as a. dangerous topic for ordinary folks 
to discuss, since they will come to regard 
themselves as perfect. Everyone could 
see rlmt the leader of this prayer meeting 
regarded himself very highly. He was up 
there fishing for a compliment, and he 
used good bait. 
“Sbowr me the perfect man!” he thun¬ 
dered. “Where is he? Has anyone ever 
seen him? J pause for a reply!” 
Then to the surprise of the audience 
Joab Heusbaw spoke up: 
“Yes, I’ve seen him !” 
“Where is he now?” 
“He’s dead!” 
“Who was he? 'Where did he live?” 
“He was iny wife's first husband!” 
Well, it ended the meeting. They tried 
to sing a couple of hymns, but. as one of 
the leaders said, they “didn’t sound de¬ 
votional,” and all the rime .Toab Ilen¬ 
shaw >at there with a surprised look on 
his face, as though he wondered why the 
utterance of an evident truth should af¬ 
fect people in any such way! 
* * * * * 
And Joab could prove that he had 
spoken truth in the oft-repeated testi¬ 
mony of bis wife. You see, years before, 
Joab and ITiram Jones bad been friendly 
rivals for tlic hand of Mary Rogers. I 
have an idea that Mary really preferred 
Joab (til! but his first name, as she said) 
Hh an was th< bctt< r talker, anfi 
could make a finer display of his limited 
wares. You see, ibis thing of offering 
yourself to a much-desired young woman 
is largely a matter of salesmanship. 
Joab’s love for Mary made him a lit tie 
timid, and he never could put bis best 
argument before her. A good salesman 
must have a sort of bluff and fearlessness 
about him. lie is not out to benefit the 
buyer—he is after his money or, as in 
the case of Mary, after herself. “Faint 
heart never won fair lady,” and Hiram 
walked off with the prize. Joab was a 
“good loser,” and In acted as “best man.” 
I have an idea that even at the altar 
Mary had some little argument in her 
mtmi as to which was the better man. 
Joab settled down on bis father’s farm, 
Steady and silent. Iu truth Hiram cante 
to be something of a “gay bird,” but 
strange as It may seem, the more lie 
danced about the more Mary sang Ins 
11 raises. Very likely there were wise old 
heads iu the" neighborhood that wagged 
solemnly at pointed comparisons be- 
tween steady Joab and unsteady Hiram, 
and that may have stimulated Mary to 
her vigorous defence of her husband. 
And then Iliram died About all he left 
his widow was a little girl some four 
years old, for the farm was well mort¬ 
gaged and not very productive. And the 
Widow Jones put 01 deep mourning and 
decided to devote tin rest of her life to 
singing the praises of In r departed hus¬ 
band. She sold win.i was left of the 
farm, and took ber li’tff- daughter into 
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