Henry Ford's Own Story

or them, and Margaret and her father gave them a hearty welcome. Clara, having brought her belon

d. Driving the plowshare deep into the rich, black loam, holding it ste

little wife was busy making the best butter in the whole neighborhood. He revolved in his mind vague plans for making a better plow th

sitting-room, moved the big lamp nearer and opened the magazine. But Clara was busy correcti

d have windows on three sides, but the other way I'd have

your house, and I'll build it just as y

ara complained. "I want this house just so-and if I put the chimney where I want it to come in the kitchen, it w

and bent his head over the problem

sawmill which belonged to his father. There he sawed them into boards of the lengths and sizes he needed and stocked them in neat piles to season and dry

antial, Middle-Western home, 32 × 32 feet and containing seven rooms and a roomy attic. In the evenings, after supper, dis

he stoves should be set and what kind of paper should be chosen for the walls. Then they walked around the outside, imagined with pride

gazine that came to-day about a Frenchman who invented some kind of a carri

How interesting! Oh, loo

apple orchard, where the leaves were silver and black in the moonlight, and so came slowly home. Margaret

lamp was burning in the sitting-room, and Henry was reading tha

rk quilts and crocheted tidies. When everything was ready, the sitting-room bright with new carpet and shining varnished furniture, the new range i

ill have it, and we like to go down there in the summers and stay awhile. All the f

ere surrounded by friends. There was a simple neighborly spirit, a true democracy, in that little country co

"Dave." They worked together to plant, care for and harvest the crops. Their interests were the same, and if at the end of the year Henry had a

t he laid the foundation

oing his own share and doing it well. He found that men, like horses, did their best when they were well fed, contented and no

plan that is best for every one concerned," he decided. "H

thout overworking any one or leaving any one idle. His thrifty instincts saved labor and time just as they saved t

ng top prices. Clara kept the house running smoothly, the pantry filled with go

and pored over them, while Clara sewed or mended. He f

t now, where I could get a good machine shop, I believ

rocking comfortably. "But what's the u

to try what I could do

hop and announced that he was going up t