1422 
The RURAL NEW-YORKER 
December 2, 19 
der if something aint done. I’ve got to 
do it." 
lie turned and walked back to .Toab’s 
house, and taking a neighbor's privilege 
walked right in at the back door. Mary 
and the strange man were sittiug on the 
lounge, and both started up as the old 
man entered. 
"Mis’ Henshaw-, I’m your neighbor, 
and I’ve known your man ever since he 
was a hoy. I don’t know who this 
strange man is, but something’s wrong. 
.1 onb saw you with your going on, and 
he’s gone back to the woods, ax in hand 
and murder iu his heart. From appear¬ 
ances 1 don't blame him. but you must 
have some excuse for all this. I can’t 
believe it of you yet." 
aid geese flying Mary looked at the strange man and 
about what one smiled. 
viug Day ought . “Why. .Uncle Isaac, don t you recog- 
, . mze him i 
' of older people The old man put on his spectacles and 
ui of life. peered at the strange face for a moment, 
irv " said Joab, Then he held out his hand and smiled. 
i Vhe bad- door “ Wbv - Charlie, I’m mighty glad to see 
t the back d . yotu jj ut doa b w j]i do something terri- 
ys had his wood j^e if you don't act quick !” 
HOPE FARM NOTES 
W HEN two pieces of lead pipe are to be 
made into one continuous tube, the 
plumber melts a piece of solder and applies it 
to the joint, using a cloth pad to cover his 
hand. 
He “wipes” and smooths the quickly-cool¬ 
ing alloy around the joint. When the job is 
done the pipes are solidly joined, the wiped 
joint looking like a swelling of the pipe. 
t 1 aa l* w Willi i ue sm*ui wuivuci un iuc 
the hill when a strange, rough-looking lo(J graspe(1 his nx and with 
man came slowly down the road and strange shining eyes watched the ap- 
turned in at the gate. After some little preaching figure. At the edge of the 
, .. v. lto1 i. a j c ir.«-iv mi f.-i the woods the man left the lane and came 
hesitation he walked slowly up to the diM , 0( . flcr088 the through stumps 
back door and knocked. Deacon i auto- an< j over logs, straight for Joab, About 
ing, the nearest neighbor on the south, 10 rods away he stepped on a log and in 
had come over to borrow an ax. He trying to jump over u little pool of water 
stood in the bainyaid wat .h ig a cras b as bis bead struck some hard 
stranger. Mary was putting her dinner ^ 0( j v There he lay, motionless. With 
dishes away when the stranger knocked ax in hand Joab ran to him. The man 
■it the back door. Deacon Paulding saw Iny unconscious, the blood already run- 
at me oaciv ow*.. ^ ° n i ug from a wound on his head. 
her come to the door and saw tin. ^tran joab Ilenshaw stood there, ax in hand, 
ger enter. Through the open window he a f with a feeling of horrible exulta- 
snw the two people stand and look at tion in his heart. Here was his enemy, 
i ,i „ „ ,,w,niPiit and ihen of a sticken before him. This man. he con- 
each other foi a mome , . reived, had done him great wrong. One- 
sudden the woman threw- her arms ^] ow f rt)m the a * a nd it would all be 
around the man’s neck and pulled him over—a fit ending for a Wretch who had 
tn hpv broken his home. So overpowering was 
nu. the thought that Joab actually raised his 
“The puffiest doings I\e seen ax f nr a blow- when he was conscious of 
year,” muttered Deacon Paulding. a little band laid on his arm. The child 
“Where’s Joab? I’ve know-n her for bad left her play and ran to him. He 
fintint What’s threw his ax far into the woods, reached 
years, and never suspected that. «Mt (](jwn an(J ]ift( , d the unC onsdous man. 
become of Hiram. \> ell. taint my bead was bleeding, but it was but a 
business." And the old man picked up superficial wound, and the injured man 
the ax and started away. £?on opened his eyes and looked about 
-r 1 , 1 ,. v,x- him. Slowly memory came back to him. 
Joab unloaded his wt d «. . jj e ] 00 kecl up at the white-faced man who 
the house on his trip back. It was a S f 00 g 0VPr ],i m a t U | smiled, 
little out of his way, but it was a joy to “Joab,” he said, “you don't know me, 
l.ii.t m inufi ike house and look in upon hut 1 in Charlie Rogers MftjJ s brother. 
She hasn't spoken of me. I haven t been 
a credit to her or anyone else. I came 
hack a few- years ago. trying to be 
straight, and Hiram fired me. Wouldn’t 
give me a chance. I’ve come hack now-, 
and I ask you to help me for Mary’s 
sake. She loves me still. Hiram never 
told her I came. You’re a better man 
than he ever was!” 
Joab and Charlie, with the little girl 
between them, drove silently down the 
lane to the house. The twilight w-as 
deepening—the gloomy ending of a gray 
day—the day before Thanksgiving. And 
yet as Joab drove through the gloom lie 
was smiling, and the little girl snuggled 
up close to him. 
“Let me go iu first, Joab," said Char¬ 
lie. “I want to talk to Mary.” 
So Joab took out his team and saw 
them fed, helped with the milking and 
other chores, before he went in. Mary 
looked at him curiously as lie came iu. 
Joab washed his bands and face, put on 
his coat and went into the sitting-room 
before the fire. There w-as a rustle at 
the door and Mary stood there, for all 
the world like the girl in Low-ell’s poem : 
One of lead’s oldest uses is for pipes in 
plumbing, and this is one of the most impor¬ 
tant of its uses today. This is due to its great 
durability. Lead pipes last for centuries. 
Lead is a soft, pliable metal that can be bent 
around corners. There are no sharp angles in 
a lead water-pipe or drain-pipe where dirt or 
grease may collect. Every quality of lead fits 
it for the plumber’s use. 
But lead has other major duties in the 
world. Good paint is made with white-lead 
and linseed oil. This paint is the great beauti- 
fier and preserver of wood and metal. 
Dutch Boy White-Lead is white-lead mixed 
with pure linseed oil. The familiar figure of the 
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and other National Lead Company products. 
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which tells the story of lead in a way that is 
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your letter to Dept. G. 
dow- and his heart went cold. There was 
Mary w-itb her arms around a strange 
man. They were both crying and hold¬ 
ing each other in what seemed to Joab 
the ecstasy of affection denied to him. 
His first thought was for the child. She 
must not see her mother now. He 
pulled the little one to him and hid her 
face against his rough coat. Then he 
drove his horses silently away. He 
hardly knew what he was doing. The 
horses walked mechanically on and 
started up the lane once more. The man 
was dazed for the moment. He had never 
dreamed of the possibility of such a 
thing. 
Then of a sudden all the madness aud 
jealousy in the man’s heart, long sup¬ 
pressed*, burst into flume. Like a mod- 
man he reached back for his ax aud 
started to throw himself from the wagon. 
smash the life out of this putty P ,l,r - “All sort of smiling 'round the lips 
But he caught the eye of the little girl And tPary ’round the lashes.” 
looking at him in wonder. 
“What’s the matter, father? Don t “Jonh,” she said, “Charlie has told me 
you want to see mother before you go «bout it. I never did expect to say it, 
hack? She’ll give us some cookies if we and perhaps I ought not to; and I’m 
go in." afraid it will spoil you, but Hiram never 
At the child s voice Jonh mastered lnm- P ould have done anything like that, 
self and started the horses. You’re the best husband any woman ever 
“No. we must hurry and £et this last j, ad j»» 
load. Then we’ll see mother. ’ a little later the hired man was talk- 
lie drove on, with his arm around the ; ug f 0 friend on Deacon Paulding’s 
little girl, listening to the heavy steps of f arnii 
the burses on the hard ground, trying to "Say, Bill. I’m gonter strike the boss 
grope through the dull horror in his f 0[ . (he new buggy and the black mare 
brain to find some way out. Habit as- tomorrow, so's I can take my girl to 
sorted itself, and he found himself mak- r j de <> 
ing excuses fnr Mary. “Aw. he’ll never let you have it for no 
“It’s probably my fault. I haven t guc jj trip!” 
been smart or good enough for her. I “Bet yor two to one he will! When I 
can’t blame her, hat difference Joes took in the milk the curtain was up and 
it make, so long as she is happy . That 8 j looked in. There was the boss and 
the main point. But they ve got to leave jj ie missis, both siftin’ in one chair, each 
the little girl with me. I can begin over of ’ etn vv i ( b a strangle hold oil the other, 
again with her.’ and both crying. 'Want to bet?” 
***** “No. If that’s so, you’ll get the 
Half way home along the lonely road mare!" 
old Deacon Paulding stopped irresolutely And so it is my opinion that Joab 
and looked back to the Henshaw farm. Henshaw will easily rank as the "thank- 
“ ’Tain’t none of my business, but I’ve fulest man" I ever saw-. I nominate him 
kuown Joab for years. There'll be raur- for the office! h. w. c. 
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