Aunt Jane's Nieces at Work. Baum Lyman Frank

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      "Can you tell me," Kenneth asked, "who owns this property?"

      "Why, I do," replied the man, reining up.

      "And you permitted these vile signs to be painted on the rocks?" demanded the boy angrily.

      "O' course," replied the man, with a grin of amusement. "I can't farm the rocks, can I? An' these 'ere signs pays me ten dollars a year, each."

      Kenneth groaned.

      "I'll give you fifteen dollars a year each if you'll let me wash off the letters and restore the scene to its original beauty," he declared.

      "I'm willin'," was the response. "But ye see they're contracted. I'd git into trouble with the sign-painter."

      "Who is he?"

      "Lives in Cleveland. I've got his name up t' th' house, if you'll come along. He comes up here every spring and paints fences an' rocks, payin' spot cash fer th' privilege."

      "Oh, I see."

      "Then he contracts with the soap man an' the medicine man to paint up their ads. You're the young 'un from Elmhurst, ain't ye?"

      "Yes."

      "Well, I'd like to earn that extra five, well enough. My name's Parsons. I've got three signs let on my property in the glen. Ef ye'll jest ride up t' the house I'll giv' ye the feller's name."

      "All right. Come along," said Kenneth, with sudden resolve.

      The farmer rode a time in silent thought. He could not go fast, for the beast was very lame. Finally he remarked:

      "Ef ye buy up the sign painters, so's ye can wash off the letters, like enough ye'll hev to pay him fer th' paint an' paintin', too."

      "I don't mind," was the response.

      The farmer chuckled. Here was an interesting adventure, for a fact. What on earth could possess the "young 'un" from Elmhurst to object to signs, and be willing to pay for having them erased?

      "Like enough ye'll hev to pay back the money the soap an' medicine men guv th' painter, too," he hazarded.

      "Like enough," said Kenneth, grimly.

      One of his stubborn moods had seized him. At all hazards he was resolved to eliminate those ugly signs.

      He got the name of the sign painter, accepted a glass of buttermilk at the farm house, and then rode slowly home by another route, so that he might not have to face the signs again.

      But on this route he saw even more. They were painted on the fences and barns as he passed along. He scowled at each one, but they did not appear to him quite so inharmonious as those which marred the more picturesque and retired spots which were his favorite haunts.

      CHAPTER III

      DON QUIXOTE

      When Kenneth got home he told Mr. Watson of his discovery and asked the old gentleman to write to the sign painter and find out what could be done. The lawyer laughed heartily at his young friend's whim, but agreed to help him.

      "If you are going to try to prevent rural advertising," he remarked, "you'll find your hands full."

      Kenneth looked up smiling.

      "Thank you," he said.

      "For what?"

      "For finding me something to do. I'm sick of this inaction."

      Again the lawyer laughed.

      "What is your idea?" he asked.

      "To remove such eyesores as advertising signs from the neighborhood of Elmhurst."

      "It's a Titan's task, Ken."

      "So much the better."

      The lawyer grew thoughtful.

      "I believe it's impossible," he ventured.

      "Better yet. I don't say I'll succeed, but I promise to try. I want something to occupy myself – something really difficult, so that I may test my own powers."

      "But, my dear boy! This foolish proposition isn't worthy your effort. If you want to be up and doing we'll find something else to occupy your mind."

      "No, Mr. Watson; I'm set on this. It's a crime to allow these signs to flaunt themselves in our prettiest scenes. My instinct revolts at the desecration. Besides, no one else seems to have undertaken the task of exterminating them."

      "True enough. If you're serious, Ken, I'll frankly say the thing can't be done. You may, perhaps, buy the privilege of maintaining the rocks of the glen free from advertising; but the advertisers will paint more signs on all the approaches, and you won't have gained much."

      "I'll drive every advertising sign out of this country."

      "Impossible. The great corporations who control these industries make their fortunes by this style of advertising. The rural districts are their strongholds. And they must advertise or they can't sell their products."

      "Let them advertise in decent ways, then. What right has any soap maker to flaunt his wares in my face, whether I'm interested in them or not?"

      "The right of custom. People have submitted to these things so long that the manufacturers consider themselves justified in covering every barn, rock and fence with their signs. I see no way to stop them."

      "Nor I, at present. But there must be a way."

      "Drive out one, and another will take his place. They pay liberally for locations – "

      "Pshaw! Ten dollars a year for a rock as big as a barn!"

      "But they rent thousands of such positions, and in the aggregate our farmers get large sums from them."

      "And ruin the appearance of their homes and farms."

      Mr. Watson smiled.

      "They're not artists, Ken. They can't realize on appearances, but they can use the money the signs bring them."

      "They need to be educated, that's all. These farmers seem very honest, decent fellows."

      "They are, Ken. I wish you knew them better."

      "So do I, Mr. Watson. This campaign ought to bring us closer together, for I mean to get them to help me."

      "You'll have to buy them, I'm afraid."

      "Not all of them. There must be some refinement among them."

      But the lawyer was not convinced. However, it was not his desire to stifle this new-born enthusiasm of Kenneth's, even though he believed it misdirected. He wanted the young man to rouse himself and take an interest in life, and if his antagonism to advertising signs would effect this, the futile fight against them was to be welcomed. It would cost the boy something, but he would gain his money's worth in experience.

      After a few days the sign painter answered the letter. He would СКАЧАТЬ