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THE DAILY CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM. OREGON. SATURDAY, JANUARY 11, 1919.
i fill LIGHT
IN THE ELfARlNE"
A TALE OF THE NORTH COUNTRY
IN THE TIME OF SILAS WIGHT
EUN HOLDEN, MB AND I. DARREL OF THE BLESSED ISLE
keeping vt vith uzzie, etc, etc
ccfmow KmjUM-mtnuK, ama lunula
We Go to Meeting and See Mr. Wright
I liad a chill that night and In the
'weeks that followed I was nearly
burned up .vlih lung fever. Doctor
Clark cue from (.'union to see nte
ev.;ry olhor uny tot a time and one
even!'!.; Mr. Wright cuine with him
and watehul all night near my bed
side. In t ie morning he said that he
could come the next Tuesday morning
U wo needed him and set out right
if'er hrcakfrst, In the dim dawn light,
to w.u'i to Canton.
'Ttnbody Buynes," said my Aunt
Pool in she stood looking out of the
r.'ludow at Mr. Wright, "Unit Is one
of the grandest, splondldcst men that
I ever see or heurd of. He's an awful
smart man, an' a day o' his time is
woi-'h more'n a month of our'n, but
Ite comes away oft here to set up
vilih a Kick young one and walks
hack. Does beat nil don't It?
tiy v sl"
.."If any one needs help Silo Wright
In always on hand," said Cncla Tea-'
I was smn out of bed and ho came
; no own. to Hit up with me.
Wlen I was well again, Aunt Reel
said one day: "Fenbody ISnynos,
nin't tnrd no prenchln' nine Mr
I'nngbnrn died. I guess we bctler
go down to Canton to ineelln' some
Sunday. Tf there ain't no minister
fllle Wright always reads a sermon,
"if he's home, nn.l the paper says he
don't go 'wii.v for n month ylt. I
Istnd o' feel (lie need of it good siruinu
"All right. I'll hitch up Hie hnssc.i
ti mi We'll 'go, Y,'o cau shirt ut eight
. o'clock and lake a blto with us an'
Kit buck here by three."
V. -,- I bad told Aunt Peel what 8n!!y
bad f;ald of my personal upper, ranco. .
'Tour coat Is good enough for any
; ! body oyesl" said she. "I'll make
you a pair o' breeches nn' Ihen I giie-s
; you won't have to be 'shamed no
. She had spent spveral evenings mak
ing them out of nn old gray flannel
petticoat of hers and had put two
Che Had Spent Several Evenings
Making Thorn Out of an Old Gray
pockets In them of which I was very
proud. They came Jnt to the tops
of my shoes, which plensed me, for
(hereby the glory of my nev shoes
suffered no encroachment. '
The next .Sunday after they were
iiiii.shed wo had preaching In the
Kchnollionse nnd I was er.gcr to go
aud wear my wonderful trousers. .Un
cle l'eubody said that be didn't know
whether his leg would hold out or
riot "through a whole nieetln'," Ills
left leg was lame from n wrench and
pained him If he sat long In one po
sltl ia. I greatly enjoyed this first
public exhibition ot my new trous
ers. I remember pruyiug ln silence,
as we sat down, that Uncle Peabody's
leg would hold out. Inter, when the
long sermon had begun to weary me,
I prayed that It would not.
It was a beautiful summer morning
as we drove down the bills and from
the summit of the last high ridge we
could see the smoke of a steamer
looming over the St. Lawrence and
the big buildings of Canton on tho
distant flats below us. My heart beat
(nut when I ri'tlectail flint- I Rtmnlri
soon tsee Mr. Wright and the Punkel-
bergs, I bad lost a Utile of my Inter-
est in Sally. Still I felt sure Unit
when fhe saw my new breeches she
would conclude that I was a person
vl If J$m
When we got to Canton people were
flocking to the big stone Presbyterian
church. It was what they called a
"deacon's meeting." I remember that
Mr. Wright read from the Scriptures,
and having explained that there was
no minister in the village, read one
of Mr. Edwards' sermons, In the
course of which I went to sleep on
the arm of my aunt. She awoke me
when the service had ended, and
"Come, we're goln' down to speak
to Mr. Wright."
I remember Mr. Wright kissed me
"Hello! Here's my boy in a new
pair o' trousers!"
'Tut yer 'hand in there," I
proudly, as I took my own hand out
of one of my pockets, and pointed
He did not accept the Invitation, but
laughed heartily and gave me a, HUlc
When we went out of the church
there stood Mr. and Mrs. Horace Pun
kclhcrg, and Sally and some other
children. It was a tragic moment for
me when Sally laughed aud ran be -
hind her mother. Still worse was it
when a couple of boys ran av.ny cry- I read the choos :ig of our friend
lug, "Look at the breeches!" (for the sent made v scant by the res-
I looked down at my breeches nndMguutlon of William L, Marcy, who
wondered what was wrong with them.
They seemed very splendid to me nnd
yet I saw at ouce that they were not
popular. I went close to my Aunt
Deel and partly hid myself ln her
cloak. I heard Mrs. Dunkiiberg say:
"Of course you'll come to dinner
For a second my hopes leaped high.
I was hungry und visions of Jelly
cuke and preserves rose before me. Of
course there were the trousers, but
perhaps Sally would get used tf the
trousers and ask me to play with her.
"Thank ye, but we've got a good
wtiys to go and we fetched a bite
with us ayes!" said Aunt Deel.
Eagerly I awp.Ited an Invitation from
the great Mrs. Dunkelherg that should
be decisively urgent, but she only
"I'm very sorry you can't stay."
My hopes fell like bricks and van
ished like bubbles.
The Punkelbergs left us with pleas
nnt words. They hud asked me to
hake hands with Sally, but I had
clung to my mint's cloak and flrmry
refused to make any advances. Slow
ly and without a word we walked"
across the park toward tho tavern
We had started away up the South
roail when, to my surprise, Aunt Deel
mildly attacked the Ininkelliergs.
"Theso here village folks like to
be walled on ayes! an' they're aw
ful anxious yon should come to see
'em when ye can't nyesl but wheu
yo git to the village they ain't nigh
so nnxtnus no they ain't !"
In the middle of tho great cedar
swamp near Little lllvcr Aunt Deel
got out the lunch basket aud I sal
down on the buggy bottom between
their legs und leaning ngalnst the
dash. So disposed wo ate our luncheon
of fried cakes und bread and butter
and maple sugar and cheese. What
nn efficient cure for good health were
the douj'hmits and cheese and sugar,
especially If they were mixed with
!m Idleness of a Sunday. I had
headache also and soon fell asleep.
The sun was low when they awoke
me in our dooryard.
I soon discovered that the Punkel
bergs bad fallen from their high es
tate ln our home and that Situs
Wright, Jr., had taken their place In
the conversation of Aunt Deel.
In the Light of the Candles.
One day the stage, on Its way to
Wright, addressed to my undo, which I
"Pear Sir I send herewith a box
of books and magazines In the hope
flint you or Miss Huynes will read
them aloud to my little partner a.ul ln
doing so get some enjoyment and
profit for yourselves.
"S. WRIGHT, JR.
"P. 8. When the contents of the
box have duly risen Into your minds
will you kindly see that It does a
like service to your neighbors ln
School District No. 7? S. W. Jr."
"I ginvss Part hns made a friend o'
this great man -sartln ayes!" said
Aunt Peel. "I wonder who'll be the
Tho work of the day "ided, the
candles were grouped ncftr the edge
of the table and my aunt's anm-halr
was placed beside them. Then I sat
on Uncle Peabody's lap by the fir
or, as time went on. In my small chair
beside hlin, while Aunt Deel adjusted
her spectacles nnd begn to rend.
unu uny me siago, on its way to. "fvf.kr fil'.-l 'f
Ballybeen, came to our house and YfwMWr&&s&
i..r o h, ,i . , t i UlrHrV'-' i-fijSr.iS'y
T remeniTior vividly' flip evening we ' bTc!iime3" fo" tUe sfi-.inger, who fcf
took out the books und tenderly felt . lowed Ttira out of the front door with
their covers and read their titles, the plate of food in her bands.
Thfre were "Cniikslmnks' Comic Alma-1 "Well I declare! It's a long time'
nut" and "Hood's Comic Animal"; since she went up this road ayes!"
tales by Washington Irving and James said Aunt Deo!, yawning as she re
K. Pauldin ; end Nathaniel Hawthorne sumed her chair. .
aud Miss Mi t ford and Miss Austin;! "Who Is ol' Kate?" I asked. '
the ioeir.3 of John Milton and Felicia
Ilemans. Of the treasures in the box
I have now In my possession: A life
of Washington, "The Life and Writ
ings of Doctor Duckworth," "The
Stolen Child," by "John Gait, Esq.";
"Itosino Laval." by "Mr. Smith"; Ser
mons and Essays by William Ellery
Channing. We found In the box also,
thirty numbers of the
Ma.izine and Democratic Review"
and sundry copies of the "New York
Aunt Deel began with "The Stolen
Child." She read slowly and often
paused for comment or explanation or
laughter or to touch the corner of
an eye with a corner of her handker
chief In moments when we were nil
deeply moved by the misfortunes of
our favorite characters, which were
acute and numerous. -
In those magazines we read of the
great West "the poor man's para
dise"' "the s toneless land of plen
ty"; of Its delightful climate, of the
ease with which the farmer prospered
on Its rich soil. Undo Peabody spoke
playfully of going West, after that,
but Aunt Peel m:t !e no answer und
conceded her op'iiion on that sub
j -t-t lor a long t; ,m. As for myself,
tl'O reading had deepened my Inter-
i est In the east and west and north
J i"kI south aud In the skies ulwe
l1"'"'. How n;.v tenons and Inviting
i tlu'' 1)ad becoim 1
I n" evening neighbor had brought
,ile '"'I'lU'Mcan lro;n the post-omce.
I opened It ami read aloud these words
In late typo vt the top of the page:
"Silas Wrl.;.t Elected to the U. S.
"Well I W!'",t to know!" Uncle Pea
body exclaimed. "That would make
1 nio forslt It If I
j nuns. Go on auu !
was goln' to be
iart what it says."
hi d been cb.cted governor, und the
part vi Welt- inost Impressed us were
these words from a letter of Mr.
Wright to Aznrluh Flugg of Albany,
written when the former was asked
lo accept the place:
"I am too young and too poor for
such an elevation. I have not hud
the experience In that great theater of
politics to quullfy me for a place- so
exalted nnd responsible. I prefer
therefore the humbler position .which
I now occupy."
"That's his way," said Uncle Pea
body. "They had hard work to con
vince him that he knew enough to be
. "Big men have little conceit ayes 1"
said Aunt Poel with a significant
glance at me.
" The candles had burned low nnd I
whs watching the shroud of one of
them wheu there came a rap at the
door, It was unusual for any or.e to
come to our door In the evening und
we were a bit startled. Uncle Pea
body opened It and old Kate entered
without spenklng and nodded to my
aunt and uncle and sat down by the
Are. Vlvldiy I remembered the dny .
of the fortune-telling. The same gen
tie smile lighted her face as shn
looked at me. She held up her hanrt
with four fingers spread abovo It. .
'Ayes," said Aunt Deel, "there ar-ft
My aunt rose and went Into thn
but'iy while I sat staring at the
ragged old woman. Her hair was
white now and partly covered by a
Uncle Peabody Opened It and Old
Kite Entered Without Speaking.
from and faded bonnet. Forbidding
as she was I did not miss the sweet-
ness In her smile nnd her blue eyes
when she looked at me. Aunt Deel
came wiih a plate of doughnuts and
bread and butter and head cheese
and said in a voice full of pity:
"Poor ol' Kate ayes I Here's some
thin' for ye ayes!"
She turned to my uncle nnd said:
"Peabody Paynes, what'll we do
I'd like to know ayes I She can't
rove all n!g!t."
"I'll git some blnnkets an' make
bed for her, good 'nough for any-
k'dy, out In the hired man's room
ov,r 1ho B,ltd" sald n,y uncl-
Ho brought the lantern a little
WOT of perforated tin and put a
r 'J ,, t 1 T Cn,,J woman-
wanders all 'round-ayes!"
"Oh, I guess somebody misused and
deceived her when she was youns
ayesl It's an awful wicked thing to
do. Come, Bart go right up to bed
now. It's high time ayes!"
"I want to wait 'til Uncle Peabody
i comes back," said L
"I I'm afraid she'll do eomethin'
"Nonsense ! OF Kate Is just as harm
less as a kitten, You take your can
dle and go right up to bed this min
ute ayes !"
I went up-stairs with the- candle
and undressed very elowly and
thoughtfully while I listened for the
footsteps of my uncle. I did not get
Into bed until I heard him come in
and blow out his lantern and start
up the stairway. As he undressed
he told me how for many years the
strange woman had been roving in
the roads "up hill and down dale,,
thousands un' thousands o' miles,"
ami jiever reaching the end of her
In t moment we heard a low wall
above the sounds of tbo breeze that
shook the leaves of the old "popple"
tree nbove our roof.
"What's that?" I whispered.
"I guess It's ol' Kate ravin'," said !
Uncle Fenbody. , !
It touched my heart and I lay lis
tening for a time, but heurd only the
loud whisper of the popple leaves.
The Great Stranger
Some strangers came along the
road those days hunters, peddlers
and the like and their coming filled
me- with a Joy which mostly went
awny wllh tbein, I regret to say. Aoi:3
of these, however, nppeuli d to my
imagination as did old Kate. But
there was one stranger greater than
she greater Indeed, than nny other
wh.i came Into Rnttleroad. He came
rnrely and Would not be long detained.
How curiously we looked at hlin,
knowing his fame nnd power! This
great stranger was Money.
I shall never forget the day that
my uncle showed me a dollar bill nnd
a little shir.y, gold coin nnd three
pieces of sllu ', nor can I forget how
carefully he v ntched them while
they lay In my hunds and presently
put them back Into his wallet. That
was long before the time of which I
am writing, I remember hearing hlin
say, one day of that year, when I
asked him! to take us to the Caravan
of Wild Beasts which was coming to
"I'm sorry, but It's been a hundred
Sundays since I had a dollar ln my
wallet for more than tn minutes,"
I have his old account book for
the years of 1837 and 1838. Here arc
some of the entries:
"Balanced ac mnts with J. Doro
thy nnd gave him my note for $2.15
to be paid In salts January 1, 1838.
Sold ten bushels of wheat to E. Miner
at 90 cents,, to be paid ln goods.
"Sold two sheep to Flavlus Curtis
and took his note for $6, payable ln
boots on or before March the flint."
winy one entry in more than a
hundred mention nioney, and this was
Ihe sum of eleven cents received In
balance from a neighbor.
So it will be seen that a spirit of
mutual accommodation served to
help us over the rough going. Mr.
Giimsbnw, however, demanded his
pay in cash and that I find was main
ly the habit of the money-lenders.
We were poor but our poverty was
not like that of thes3 days ln which
I am writing. It was proud and
cleanly and well-fed. Our fathers
had seen heroic service In the wars
and wo knew It.
I was twelve years old when I be
gan to be the render for our little
family. Aunt Deel had long com
plained that she couldn't keep np with
her knitting and read so much. We
hud not seen Mr. Wright for nearly
two years, but he had sent us the
novels of Sir Walter Scott and I had
led them heart deep into the creed
battles of Old Mortality.
Then came the evil days of 1.S37,
when the story of our lives began to
quicken Its pace and excite our inter
est In Its coming chapters. It gave
us enough to think of, God knows.
Wild speculations in land nnd the
American paper-money system had
brought us into rough going. Tho
banks of the city of New York had
suspended payment of their notes.
They could no longer meet their en
gagements. As usual, the burden fell
heaviest on the poor. i . It was hard to
get money even for black Hs.
Uncle Teabody had been silent and
depressed for a month or more. He
h"d signed a note for Rodney Barnes.
n cousin, lonK before and was afraid
that he would have to pay It I didn't
know what n note was and I remem
ber that one night, when I lay think
ing about It, I decided that it must
be something In the nature of horse
colic. My uncle told me that a note
was a trouble which attacked the
brain Instead of the stomach.
One autumn day In Canton Uncle
Peabody traded three sheep and twen-
ty bushels of wheat for a cook stove
and brought It home In the big wagon,
Kodney Barnes came with him to help
set up the stove. He was a big giant
of man with the longest nose In the
township. I have often wondered how
aazone .world-solve tbe problem "f
kissing : Mr. Barnes in t Tie" l'mmetTiaie
region of Lis nose, the same being in
the nature of a defense.
That erenin? I was chiefly inter-
ested in the stove. What a Joy it
was to me with Its damper and grid-
dies and high oven and the shiny edge
nn ifo kn.M)i t t t
: dry and charm, any tin peddler's cart
, that ever oame t0 our Jom
Axtell and bis wife, who hnrt Rn f
pnss their house, hurried over for a
look at it Everv hnnd wns nn tho
stove as we tenderly carried it into
the house, piece hv nlwo nn.i sot it
up. Then they cut a hole In the nn-
per Door and the stone chimney and
fitted the Dine. How keenly wo
watched the building of the fire. How
quickly it roared and besan to heat
the room 1
When the Axtells had gone away'nre hard tllaes- If we cfln flud a"y
Annt Deel said : Dody witn nioney enough to buy 'em
"It's -fernndi Tt i onfinw Tml I dunno but we better sell the
frald we can't afford It aves I he!"
We can t afford to freeze any
longer. I made up my mind that we
couldn't go- through another winter
as we have," was my uncle's answer.
"How much did it cost?" she asked.
".Not much differ'nt from thirty
four dollars in sheep and grain," he
Rodney Barnes stayed to supper
and spent a part of the evening with
Like other settlers there, Mr.
Barnes was a cheerful optimist. Every
thing looked good to him until it
turned out badly.
He told how he had heard that it
was a growing country near the great
water highway of the St. Lawrence.
Prosperous towns were building up
in it. There were going to be great
cities in Northern New York. There
were rich stores - of lend and iron
In the rocks. Mr. Barnes had bought
two hundred acres at ten dpllars an
acre. He had to pay a fee of five
per cent, to Grlmshaw's lawyer for
the survey nnd the papers. This left
him owing fourteen hundred dollars
on his farm much more than it was
Our cousin twisted the poker in
his great hands until it squeaked as
be stood before my uncle and said :
"My wife and I have chopped and
burnt and pried and hauled rocks an'
shoveled dung an' milked an' ehurned
until we are 'worn out. For almost
twenty years we've been workln' days
nn' nights an' Sundays. My mortgage
was over-due, I owed six hundred dol
lars on it. I thought it all over one
day an' went up to Grlmshaw's an'
took him by the back of the neck
and shook him. He said he would
drive me out o' th country. He
gave me six months to pay up. I had
to pay or lose the land. I got the
money on the note that you signed
over In Potsdam. Nobody in Can
ton would 'a' dared to lend It to
"Why?" my uncle asked.
''Fraid o' Grimshaw. He didn't
want me to be able to pay It. Tho
place Is worth more than six hundred
dollars now that's the reason. I in
tended to cut some timber an' haul
it to the village this winter so I could
pay a part o' the note an' git more
time as I told ye, but the roads have
been so bad I couldn't do any haul
In'." My uncle went and took a drink at
the water pall. I saw by his face
that he was unusually wrought up.
"My heavns an' earth!" he ex
claimed as he sut down again.
"It's the brain colic," I said to
myself as I looked at him.
Mr. Barnes seemed to have it also.
"Too much note," I whispered.
"I'm nwful sorry, but I've done
everything I could," said Mr. Barnes.
"Ain't there somebody that'll take
another mortgage? It ought to fc3
safe now," my uncle suggested.
"Mouey Is so tight It can't be done.
The bank has got nil the money nn'
Grimshaw owns the bunk. I've tried j
and tried, but I'll make you sute. I'll
give vou a mortonee until I enn turn 1
So I saw how Rodney Barnes, like
other settlers In Lickltysplit, had gone
into bondage to the landlord.
"How much do you owe on this
place?" Barnes asked. j
"Seven hundred an' fifty dollars,"
said my uncle,
"Is it due?"
"It's been due a year an' if I have
to pay that note Til be short my in
terest." "God o' Israel! I'm scalrt," said
Down crashed the stick of wood
into the box.
"It would be like him to pnt the
screws on you now. You ve got -between
him nn' his prey. You've taken
the mouse away from the cat."
1 remember the llttlo panic that
fell on as then. I could see tears
In the eyes of Aunt Deel ns she sat which ain't yours to give I'd like to an(1 high collar and his hair was al-
wtth her head leaning wearily on her know? What business have you actln' most white. I remember vividly his
hand. like a rich man when you can't' pay lear, .kindly, gray eyes nnd ruddy
"If he does I'll do all I can," said' yer honest debts? I'd like to know Cheeks.
Barnes, "whatever I've got will be that, too?" "Baync. I'm glad to see yon." he
yours." "If I've ever acted like a rich man said beitily. "Did ye bring me any
Rodney Barnes left ns, and I re- it's been when I wa'n't lookln'," said ' Jerked meat?" t
member how Uncle Peabody stood ln Uncle Peabody. "Didn't think of It," said Uncle
the middle of the floor and whistled "What business have you to go en- Peabody. "But I've got a nice young
the merriest tune he knew. lnrgin yer family takin' another doe all jerked an' If you're fond o
"Stand right up here," be called In mouth to feed and another-body to Jerk TU bring ye down some to-mor
his most cheerful tone. "Stand right spin for? That costs money. I want ler."
up here before me, both o' yc." to tell you one thing, Baynes, you've 'Td like to take some to Washing
I get Aunt Deel by the hand and got to pay up or git out o' here." ton, but I wouldn't have yon bring
led her toward my uncle. We stood He r-Used his cane and shook It In - it eo far."
facing him. "Stand stralghter," he alr as he sPke- JTd Uke t0 brlDS ' ,tI want
demanded. "Now, altogether. One, "n' 1 um t no doubt ' that." said chance to talk with ye for half an
two, three, ready sing " . Uncle Peabody. "You'll have to have konr or such matter," said my no
lle beat' time with his hand In 1ml- yer "oney that's sure; an' you will cle. "rve go a little trouble on mj5
tation of the singing master at the have u 1 Uve- evei7 cent of it Bands."
schoolhonse and we Joined him ln Tni3 bo-v ,s BIn' to be a great help The Senator took ns Into his office
singing an old tune which began: "Oh, t0 me" don,t tnow hat a good nd Introduced ns to the leading men
keep my heart from
i sadness, God."
This Irresistible spirit of the man
bridgC'd a Tia3 lorn uu4 s.T"us 'ou
tu betJ in fl,irly 8"d condition.
A few days later the note came
due und its owner insisted uton full
Payment. There was such a clamor for
money tnose uays: i rcmemoer mat
my aunt had sixty dollars which tUv
hnrt Ks vrl little hv litrle. hv sellinff
et'S ond chickens. She had plr.mied
to nse It to buy a tombstone for her
mother and father a long-cherished
ambition. My.nncle needed the most
of it to help pay the note. We drove
to Potsdam on that sad errand and
what a time we had getting there
and back ln deeP mud nna sand and
J"'"ns over corouroys i
"Bart," my uncle said the next
evening, as I took down the book to
r!1('. "I 6wss we'd better talk
I things over a little tonight. These
"If you hadnt been a fool,' my
aunt exclaimed with a look of great
distress "ayes! if you hadn't been
"I'm Just what I be, an' I ain't so
big a fool that I need to be reminded
! nf If1' cnM nnnta
"I'll stay home an' work," I pro
"You ain't old enough for that,"
sighed Aunt Deel.
"I want to keep you ln school," said
Uncle Peabody, who eat making a
While we were talking in walked
Benjamin Grimshaw the rich man of
the hills. He didn't stop to knock,
but walked right in as if the house
were his own. It was common gos
sip that he held a mortgage on every
acre of the countryside. I had never
liked him, for he was a stern-eyed
man who was nlwrys scolding some
body, nnd I hud not forgotten what his
son had said of him.
"Good night!" ha exclaimed curtly,
as he sat down and set his cane be
tween his feet and rested his hands
upon it. He spoke hoarsely and I
"One, Two, Three, Ready Sing."
emember the ciiflous notion came to
me that he looked like our old ram.
He wore a thin, gray beard under his
ln. His mouth was shut tight in
l Ion? line curving downward a lit
tle at the ends. My uncle used to
ay tlii't bis mouth was made to keep
his thoughts from leaking and going
to waste. Ho had a big body, a big
chin, n big mouth, a big nose nnd
big ears nnd hands. His eyes lay
sainU in this setting of bigness.
"Why, Mr. Grimshaw, it's yenrs
since you've been in our house
ayes!" said Aunt Deel.
suppose it Is," he answered rath-
er sh::rp!y. "I don't have much time
to cet nrnnnd. T tinve tn n-nrlr
There's some people seem to be able
to git along without It. I see you've
got one o' these newfangled stoves,"
lie ndd"d ns ho looked it over. "Huh 1
R'clJ folks can have anything they
Lncio Peabody had sat splintering
tlia long stick of yellow birch. I ob
served that the Jackknife trembled ln
his hand. His tone had a touch of
uiinaturnlrwss, proceeding no doubt
from his fear of the man before him,
as he said:
"When I bought that "stove I felt
richer than I do now. I had almost
enough to settle with you up to date,
but I signed a note for a friend and
l"d to pay it"
Ayuh! I suppose so," Grimshaw
answered in a tone of bitter irony
which cut me like a knife-blade, young
as I was. "What business have you
signln' notes an' givln' away money
' ne ana wnal comfort he's
been to ns I"
.U'Clii St jas tp'ired, cngle
uncovered "iay emutionS so" t!iuf X put
my elbow on the wood-box and leaut-d
m'y head upon It aud sebbed.
"I ain't goiu' to be hard on yj,
Bayees," said Mr. Grimshaw as ha
rose from ids chair; "I'll give ye
three months to see what you can do.
I wouldn't wonder if tl. boy would
:urn out all Tijht. He's big an' eordy
of his age and a purty likely boy, they
tell me." . 3
Mr. Grimshaw opened the door and
stood for a moment looking at us and
udded in a milder tone: "You've got
one o' the best farms in this town un'
if ye work hard an' nse common
sense ye ought to be out o' debt in
five years inebbe less."
. He closed the door and went away.
Neither of us moved or spoke as we
listened to his footsteps on the gravel
path that went down to the road and
to the sound of his buggy ns he drove
away. Then Uncle Peabody broke
the silence by saying:
"He's the dam'dest "
He stopped, set the half-splintered
stick aside, closed his Jackknife and
went to the water-pall to cool his
emotions with a drink.
Aunt Deel took np the subject-where
he had dropped it, as If no-half-expressed
sentiment would satisfy her,
"old skinflint that ever lived In
this world, ayes! I ain't goln' to
hold my opinion o' that man no
longer, ayes! I can't. It's, too pow
erful ayes !"
Having recovered my composure I
repented that I should like to give np
school and stay at home and work.
Aunt Dee. interrupted mo by say-
I have an idee that Sile Wright
will help us ayes 1 He's comln' homo.
an you better go down un see him
ayes! tHadn't ye?"
"Bart an' I'll go down to-morre;"
aid Uncle Peabody.
Some fourteen months before that
dny my uncle had taken me to Pots
dam nnd traded grain und salts for
what he called a ."rip ronrin' fine suit
o clothes' with boots und cud and
shirt and collar and necktie to match,
I having earned them by sawing und
cording wood at three shillings a
cord. How often we looked buck to
those better days! The clothes had
been too big for me and I had had to
wait until my growth had taken up
the "slack" in my coat und trousers
before I could venture out of the
uelghbortood. I hud tried them on
every week or so for a long time. Now
lay statute filled them handsomely
t.nd tbey filled me with u pride and
saisfa.rtion which I had never known
'Aow may the Lord help ye to be
careful nwful; terrible careful o
thtm clothes every minute o' this
day," . Aunt reel cautioned ns she
looked at me. - 'Don't git no horse
sweat nor wagon grease on 'em." ,
To Aunt Deel wagon grease was
the worst enemy of a happy and re
We hitched our team to the grass
hopper spring wagon nnd set out on
our Journey. It was a warm, hazy
Indian-summer day ln November. As
we passed "the mill" we saw the Si
lent Woman looking out of the little,
window of her room above the black
smith shop a low, weather-stained,
frame building, haid by the main,
road, with a narrow hanging stair on
the side of it,
"She keeps watch by tho winder
when she nin't .travelin';" said Uncle
Peabody. "Knows nil that's goln'
on that womon knows who gpes to
the village an1" how long they stay.
When Grimsimw goes by they say she
hustles off down tbo road In her rags.
Site looks like n sick cbg herself, but
I've beurcl that she keeps that room
' hers inst as neat as n pin."
Near the village we passed a smart
looking buggy, drawn by a spry-footed
horse in shiny harness. Then I ,
noticed with a pang that our wagon i
wns covered with dry mud and that .
ur ho,ses were ratn,r bony ttnd our
harness a kind of lead color. So I
was in nn humble state of mind when
we entered the village.
There wns a crowd of men and
women in front of Mr. Wright's office
and through its open door I saw many
of his fellow townsmen. We waited at
the door for a few minutes. I crowded
in . while Uncle Peabody stood talk-
'UK to a villager. The Senator caught
PlKlit of me and came to my side and
put his hand on my head and said:
"Hello, Bart! How you've grown!
nnd how handsome you look ! Where's
"He's there by the door," I
"Well, le's go nnd see him."
Mr. Wright was stouter nnd grayer
and grander than when I had seen
Mm Inst. He was dressed In black
broadcloth anj wore a big beaver hat
coyntj. . ;