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7ht  RURAL  NEW-YORKER 
1  HOPE  FARM  NOTES  | 
“Walnuto  Extracto” 
Part  I. 
“Ladies  and  Gentlemen!  You  see  be¬ 
fore  .vou  one  who  has  been  brought  back 
from  the  shadow  of  death  by  one  of  the 
great  miracles  of  medical  progress.  Ten 
years  ago  I  suffered  from  a  combination 
of  serious  afflictions  which  would  have 
caused  Job  to  fall  from  his  high  resolve. 
From  the  pain  in  the  top  of  my  head  down 
to  the  paralysis  of  my  toes  every  bone, 
liber  and  organ  of  my  body  was  diseased. 
No  man  at  che  stake  ever  suffered  the 
torture  which  crazed  me  and  drove  me  to 
desperation.  I  meditated  suicide,  but  in 
that  mad  hour  a  message  from  the 
halls  of  Elysium  came  to  my  resuce.  An 
aged  sailor  long  years  ago  was  cast  upon 
a  desert  island,  inhabited  by  savage  men. 
He  observed  that  sickness  and  pain  had 
been  banished  from  this  fair  island  of 
the  sea  by  a  mysterious  fluid  which  was 
brewed  with  sacred  rites  by  the  holy  men 
of  that  tribe.  By  accident  this  sailor  dis¬ 
covered  the  recipe  for  this  wonderful 
fluid.  Anxious  to  redeem  his  hitherto 
sinful  life,  he  escaped  from  the  island, 
and  after  enduring  hardships  too  awful 
to  relate,  lie  reached  his  old  home,  a 
broken  man,  but  with  this  precious  dis¬ 
covery  embedded  in  his  brain.  .  It  was 
my  fortunate  privilege  to  obtain  the  se¬ 
cret  from  this  dying  man.  One  bottle  of 
this  wonderful  fluid  restored  me  to  per¬ 
fect  health,  and  transformed  me  into  the 
perfect  specimen  of  manly  power  that 
now  confronts  you.  I  made  a  solemn 
vow  that  I  would  devote  the  remaining 
years  of  my  life  to  the  service  of  humanity 
by  distributing  this  life-giving  fluid.  And 
if  there  is  any  person  in  this  gathering 
which  now  stands  before  me  who  has  any 
headache,  toothache,  backache  or  any 
other  pain  which  my  preparation  will 
not  instantly  and  instantaneously  cure, 
I  am  willing  to  forfeit  to  that  iady  or 
gentleman,  as  the  case  may  be,  money  that 
shall  amount  to  a  teu-dollar  note  on  the 
honor  of  a  man  !” 
*  *  *  *  * 
We  are  having  a  sort  of  January  thaw7 
in  New  Jersey.  This  thaw  may  come 
gracefully  in  some  localities,  but  not  so 
here.  The  face  of  nature  looks  like  a 
dirty  human  face,  where  the  owner  has 
been  eating  bread  and  molasses  out  of 
the  hand  and  merely  sopped  a  little  wafer 
on  and  never  used  soap  or  a  towel.  The 
air  is  moist  and  heavy,  the  sky  a  mean, 
spiritless  gray — surely  the  most  depress¬ 
ing  season  of  the  year.  Upstairs  the  most 
important  member  of  the  family  is  trying 
to  rally  from  the  grippe.  It  is  hard  work 
for  her,  but  she  does  not  like  to  be  sick. 
1  know  people  who  rather  enjoy  lying 
abed  and  having  the  entire  family  ready 
to  wait  on  them.  Not  so  with  this  lady ; 
she  wants  to  be  up  and  about.  I  can  tell 
you  that  we  all  miss  little  Rose  at  such 
a  time.  The  doctors  tell  me  that  this 
season’s  installment  of  grippe  is  not 
so  virulent  as  formerly,  but  that  it  hangs 
longer  and  is  harder  to  cast  off.  The  boy 
and  I  just  drove  over  to  the  little  town 
and  bought  a  few  flowers  for  our  patient. 
She  likes  buttermilk,  and  we  got  some 
from  a  neighbor.  Then  our  boys  carried 
their  radiophone  into  the  sickroom,  at¬ 
tached  it  to  the  overhead  wire,  and  now 
our  good  lady  is  sitting  wrapped  in  a 
blanket  listening  to  the  church  service  in 
St.  Thomas  Church.  I  imagine  that  this 
thought,  of  worship  will  do  her  more  good 
than  any  medicine.  In  fact,  I  think  that 
what  we  call  legitimate  medical  practice 
will  slowly  absorb  and  make  use  of  the 
really  vital  things  about  mental  healing 
and  massage  or  body  manipulation.  All 
these  must  have  some  vital,  useful  prin¬ 
ciples  down  below  their  bluff  and  “quack  - 
.  ry,”  or  they  could  not  endure.  I  worked 
for  a  farmer  once  who  was  ready  to  dis¬ 
charge  me  because  I  said  that  the  time 
would  come  when  a  farm  could  be  kept  in 
good  productive  form  with  little  or  no 
manure.  He  “knew  better” — you  could 
not  run  a  farm  without  a  crowd  of  live 
stock.  Yet  today  his  grandson  is  far 
more  prosperous  than  the  old  man  ever 
was.  He  keeps  only  a  cow  and  the  work¬ 
ing  team,  but  uses  chemicals,  green  ma¬ 
nure  and  bacteria. 
*  if  *  *  * 
I  have  no  doubt  this  church  service, 
taken  from  the  air,  will  help  our  sick 
lady,  yet  on  this  dismal  January  day  my 
mind  goes  back  to  the  orator  whose  words 
are  quoted  at  the  head  of  this.  I  can 
see  that  man  now,  standing  on  a  barrel 
at  the  Bristol  County  fair  grounds.  He 
was  a  large,  fat  man,  with  a  coarse,  red 
face — little  dark  veins  showing  on  his 
nose.  He  wore  his  hair  long,  a  wide- 
rimmed  black  hat,  planted  at  one  side  of 
his  head.  He  had  a  long-tailed  “Prince 
Albert”  coat,  rusty  at  the  seams  and 
greasy  at  the  front.  I  have  just  been 
reading  “This  Freedom.”  When  I  read 
of  Col.  Pyke  Pounce,  who  “bathed  in 
his  soup.”  I  thought  of  that  medical  ora¬ 
tor  and  his  Prince  Albert  coat.  This 
man  held  in  his  fat,  horny  hand  a  bottle 
containing  a  red  fluid,  and  as  he  finished 
his  oration  he  flourished  this  “wonderful 
preparation”  over  his  head. 
“Walk  up,  ladies  and  gentlemen ;  walk 
up.  tumble  up.  any  way  to  get  up,  and 
obtain  the  elixir  of  life  from  this  fountain 
of  vouth.” 
The  orator’s  loud,  rolling  voice  had 
something  of  that  oily  unction  which 
somehow7  works  into  the  machinery  of  the 
mind  and  set*  it  going.  It  seemed  as  if 
these  Bristol  County  people  had  long 
sought  surcease  from  sorrow  and  pain, 
for  they  crowded  up  to  the  speaker  with 
their  money,  and  I  went  with  them  with 
my  little  hoard  close  in  hand. 
*  *  *  if  if 
That  bright  day  of  early  October  was, 
up  to  that  date,  the  most  important  of 
all  my  life.  I  must  have  been  about  12 
years  old,  and  here  I  was  master  of  my 
own  destiny  for  one  day.  Uncle  Daniel 
had  actually  handed  me  50  cents  and  sent 
me  off  to  the  county  fair  alone. 
“I’m  going  to  see  how  responsible  you 
are,”  he  said.  “Fifty  cents  is  six  months’ 
interest  on  $20 — a  large  sum  for  a  boy 
to  handle.  You  are  to  remember  the  par¬ 
able  of  the  man  with  the  talents  and  see 
how7'  wisely  you  invest  it.” 
To  be  sure,  the  50  cents  belonged  to 
me.  I  earned  $4  a  year  for  pumping  the 
organ  in  church.  The  church  treasurer 
was  18  months  behind  on  payment,  but 
one  day  he  handed  me  a  dollar  on  account, 
and  I  was  to  spend  half  of  that  payment. 
This  will  be  read  by  men  who  handle 
millions  for  investment,  but  not  one  of 
them  ever  felt  the  painful  responsibility 
that  1  did  over  my  50  cents  at  the  county 
fair.  And  I  found  it  hard  to  decide,  there 
were  so  many  investments.  There  w7as 
one  man  who  stood  on  a  soap  box  with  a 
little  table  in  front  of  him  and  put  three 
beans  under  three  thimbles;  one  was 
black,  the  other  two  white.  He  offered 
to  bet  50  cents  that  no  one  in  that  crowd 
could  tell  where  the  black  bean  was.  Now 
I  knew7,  just  w7here  it  was,  and  here  was 
my  chance  to  make  my  talent  gain  an¬ 
other  one.  The  man  saw  I  w7as  inter¬ 
ested.  and  he  increased  his  bet. 
“I'll  bet  this  young  man  tw7o  to  one 
he  can’t  find  the  black  bean  !” 
That  “young  man”  caught  me,  and  I 
actually  had  my  fingers  on  my  money 
w7hen  1  glanced  around  and  saw  the  su¬ 
perintendent  of  the  Orthodox  Sunday 
school  standing  near.  Now,  as  I  look 
back  upon  it  today,  I  think  he  was  get¬ 
ting  interested  in  that  thimble  game.  Very 
likely  I  do  him  an  injustice,  but  in  the 
50-odd  years  which  have  flown  since  that 
day,  I  have  learned  much  about  invest¬ 
ments  and  human  nature.  But  on  that 
day  he  seemed  like  an  advance  agent  for 
the  Recording  Angel,  and  I  pocketed  my 
money  and  walked  away.  The  superin¬ 
tendent  followed  me. 
“My  boy,”  he  said.  “I  was  at  first 
pained  to  see  you  standing  there,  but  now 
I  see  that  you  can  resist  temptation,  and 
I  rejoice.  Come  along  with  me  and  I’ll 
find  two  nice  little  boys  for  you  to  travel 
with.” 
lie  was  as  good  as  his  word,  and  found 
two  little  boys,  w7ho  looked  to  me  like  the 
pictures  of  “Rollo”  in  our  Sunday  school 
books.  “Rollo”  wore  “ringlets”  and  a 
round  cap  on  his  head,  with  a  long,  roll¬ 
ing  collar  down  over  his  jacket.  Somehow 
I  never  did  like  the  “Rollos”  of  life. 
Think  of  wearing  such  hair  as  that  out 
in  our  dirty  barn,  and  suppose  one  of 
these  boys  from  the  north  end  of  the  dis¬ 
trict  started  to  “pick  on  you.”  Those 
“ringlets”  would  have  given  him  a 
painful  handle.  These  two  who  w7ere 
wished  on  me  were  shocked  when  1  wanted 
to  see  the  ball  game  and  the  horse  race. 
So  I  took  occasion  to  dodge  away  from 
them  and  got  to  the  race  track.  Some 
famous  horse,  Dexter  or  Green  Mountain 
Maid,  was  to  trot  against  time,  and  the 
track  was  lined.  I  got  behind  a  big  hired 
man  and  tried  to  get  him  to  move  one 
side.  These  Bristol  County  people  w7ere 
good  bargainers.  The  hired  man  looked  at 
me  a  moment,  and  then  made  his  offer. 
February  3,  1923 
“Fay  me  10  cents  and  you  can  crawl 
in  between  my  legs.” 
That  w7as  probably  the  first  time  I  ever 
paid  out  good  money  for  what  our  min¬ 
ister  called  the  “unenduriug  things  of  idle 
imagination,”  and  I  think  it  was  a  good 
investment.  There  I  sat  under  the  hired 
man  and  saw  a  black  horse  with  a  white 
blaze  on  his  face  go  tearing  past  at  w7hat 
seemed  to  me  the  utmost  limit  of  speed. 
The  black  horse  beat  the  record,  and  this 
pleased  the  hired  man  so  that  he  paid  me 
back  five  cents  of  my  money. 
***** 
Just  back  of  the  grandstand  stood  a 
man  with  his  hands  full  of  song  books. 
He  w7as  advertising  his  wares  by  singing 
some  of  the  songs  in  his  book,  his  coarse, 
roaring  voice  rolling  over  the  fair  grounds. 
“  ’Twas  at  a  fancy  ball 
I  met  my  charmer  fair, 
’Mid  dashing  belles  and  happy  swells, 
The  prettiest  dancer  there. 
I  watched  her  while  the  music  played, 
The  latest  waltz  of  Coots. 
I  fell  in  love — no,  not  with  her, 
But  the  tassels  on  her  boots. 
"I  asked  if  I  might  call, 
Said  she  :  ‘My  dear,  you  may. 
But  tell  me  why  you  gaze  upon 
The  ground  in  such  a  way? 
You're  sad.  perhaps,  for  life  is  full 
Of  many  bitter  fruits.’ 
■Oh,  no,’  I  said.  ‘I’m  gazing  at 
The  tassels  on  the  boots.’  ” 
lie  sang  his  song  and  then  made  a 
speech : 
“My  friends.  I  offer  you  music — the 
healing  balm  of  the  human  heart.  You 
may  buy  popcorn,  candy  and  such  trash, 
but  what  does  it  bring  you?  Most  likely 
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