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THE SEAFORTH NEWS
The Little
Orphan
d "Leetle hard t' tell jest how power-
's ful God is," said Uncle Db. "Good
deal like tryint' weigh Lake Cham -
d plain with a quart pail and a pair o'
of steelyards."
or If God's laws are unchangeable,
What is the use of praying?" asked.
can give us the. strength to
bear, the will to obey him an light
d to guide us," said the ,poet. "I've writ -
re ten out a few lines t' read t' BM here
M 'fore he goes off t' college. They have
a sumthin' t' say on this subject, The
y poem hints at things he'd ought 'o
ht learn putty soon—if he don't know
at 'em now."
The old poet felt in his pockets as.
n- he spoke, and withdrew a folded sheet
is of straw-colored wrapping paper and
11 opened it. I was 'Bill"—plain "Bill"
Then we all bowed our beads an
I felt a hearty amen for the elder
words:
"D Lord, may all our doing an
saying and eating and drinking
this day be done, as in Thy sight, f
our eternal happiness—and for Th
glory, Amen."
CHAPTER XXI
We have our secrets, but, guar
them as we may, it is not long 'bele
others have them also We do imic
talking without words. I once knew
man who did his drinking secretl
and his reeling in public, and thoug
he was fooling everyhody, Th
shows how much easier it is for
one to fool himself than to fool a
other. What is M a man's heart
on his face, and is shortly written a
over him. Therein is a mighty lessen
Of all people I ever knew Elizabet
Brower had the surest eye for loo
ing into one's soul, and I, mysel
have some gift of penetration.
knew shortly that Mrs. Brower--wis
and prudent woman that she was
had suspected my love for Hope an
her love for me, and had. told he
what she ought to say if I spoke of i
The maturity of judgment i
Hope's answer must. have been th
result of •ranch thought and counse
it seemed to me.
"If you do not speak again I sha
know you do not love me any long
er," she had said. They were bray
words that stood for something ver
deep M. the character of those peo
ple—a self -repression that was sub
lime, often, in ,their women. A
I said them to myself, those lonel
summer days in Faraway, I saw i
their sweet significance no hint o
the bitterness they were to bring
But God knows I have had my shar
of pleasure and no more bitterries
than I deserved.
It was a lonely summer ,for me.
had letters from Hope—ten of them
—which I still keep and read, ofte
with something of the old pleasure—
girlish letters that told of her war
and friends, and gave me some swee
counsel and much assurance lbetwee
the lines.
I traveled in new roads that vaca
tion time. Politics and religion, a
well as love, began to interest me
Slavery was looming into the pro
portion of a great issue, and the star
ies of cruelty and outrage on th
plantations of the South stirred m
young 'blood and made it ready fo
the letting of battle, in God's time
The speeches in the Senate wer
read aloud M our sitting room afte
supper—the day the Tribune came—
and all lent a tongue to their dis
cussion.
Jed Feary was with us one even
ing, I remeMber, when 'our talk turn
ed into long ways, the end of which
I have never found to this day. Elia
abeth had been reading of a slave
who, according to the paper, had
'been whipped. to death.
"If God knows 'at such things ar
hein' done, why don't he stop 'em?'
David asked.
"Can't very well," said Jed Feary.
"Can, if he's omnipotent," sai
David.
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"That's a bad word—a dangerou
one," saiki the old poet, dropping hi
dialect as he spoke. "It makes God
responsible for evil as well as good
The word carries ns beyond our
+depth. It's too big for our boots. I'd
ruther think He can do what's •doable
to everybody in that country, 'wher
as you increased your love of a ma
you diminished his name. I had bee
.called Willie, 1Nil1iam and Billy, an
finally, v, -hen I threw the strong ma
of the township M a wrestling matc
they gave me this full token of conf
,falls, it's sure as anything,
He'd hey turned the arrow if He
could, that -broke the 'sparrow's wing
Ye can read old Nature's history
thet's writ in rocks an' stones,
Ye can see her throbbin' vitals an'
her mighty reek e bones.
But the soul o' her, -the God, a
little child may 'know -
No lens 'et- rule o'- cipberin' can ever
hope t' show.
There's a part o' God's creation very
handy t' yer view,
the truth o' life is in it an' remem-
ber, Bill, it's you.
An' after all yer science ye must loak
nj in yer mind,
An' learn its own astronomy the star
o' peace t' find.
There's good alci Aunt Sama,nthy
Jane thet all her journey long
Has led her heart to labor with a
reveille of song.
Her folks hey robbed an' left her but
her faith in goodness grows,
She 'hasn't any larnin', but I tell ye
Bill, she knows!
She's lied her share o' troubles; I re-
member well the day
We took ber t' the poorhouse—she
was singin' all the way;1
THURSDAY, DECEM13ER 8, 1938
marlea:ble' boss."
"Good stepper, , too," said Dean
saberly. ;
"Splendid!" said Uncle Eb. Can
go a mile without .ketchin' his
breath."
"Tint so?" said Dean.
"Good deal like Lacy Purvis,"
Eib added. "She can say the
hull' mill'plication table an' only
breathe once. Ye can learn sumthin'
from a 'boss like thet. He's good as a
deestric' ,school—thet -toss is."
"Yes, sir, thet hoss is all right,"
said Dean, as Inc drove away.
,"Righter'n I expected," Uncle Eb
shouted, and then he covered Inc
mouth, sha'king with suppressed
laughter.
"Skunk!" he said, as we turned the
animal and started to walk him
home. 9Don't min' lbeire beat, but I
don't like t' hey a mart nub it in on
me.. I'll it even with him mebbe."
And Inc did. It came about in this
way. We turned our new purchase
into the pasture, and (Uncle Eb and I
drove away to 'Potsdam for a better
nag. We examined all the 'horses in
that part of the country. At last we
,chanced upon one that looked like
the whistler, save that 'Inc had a white
stocking on one bind foot.
"Same age, too," said Uncle Eh, as
Ye needn't be afraid t' come where he looked into his mcnith.
stormy Jordan 'flows, 'Can pass anything on the road,"
If al 1 the larnin' ye Can ,git hassaid this owner,
taught ye ball she knows.
I give this crude example of rustic
philosophy, not because it has my
endorsement—iGad 'kilo -Ws I have ever
felt it far beyond me—but because it
is useful to those who may care to
know the man who wrote it, I give
it fame with the keen regret that my
"Can Inc?' said Uncle Eb, who had
no taste 'for sloW going. 'Hitch him
up an' le's see what he can do."
He carried us faster than we had
ever ridden before at a trot, and COM-
ing up behind another team the man
pulled out, let the reins loose on his
back, and whistlii. If anyone had bit
him with a dog chain the horse could
'friend is now long passed the praise not lia,ve moved quicker. He took us
or blame of this world. by the other teani like a flash, on the
CHAPItIt. XXII dead run all,C1 three in tTie buggy.
The horse played a part of 00 It was long after dark prh,en we the hos. If there's anything the
e,small importance in that country. He started home, leading him 'behind,' matter with his conscience it'll come DR. F. J. R. FO'R.STER— Eye
n, was the coin of the realm, a medium and near midnight when we arrived. out M the hoss scene where—every Ear, Nose and Throat. Graduate in
n of exchange, a standard of value, an In 'the morning I found. Uncle Eb; time. Never knew a, mean man t'
ver
Medicine, University of Toronto 1897.
d exponent of moral character. The in the stable showing him to the' own a good hose. Remember iboy 's Late Assistant New York Ophthal-
"Hi there! bi there!" 'Uncle Eh
shouted, bouncing In his seat, as we
went over stones and hummocks go-
ing like 'the wind.I
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."`Go ye brown devil!" be yelled,
his hat 'flying off as he shook the Dr. E. A. McMaster, MB., Gradu-
reins. ate of University of Toronto. ,
The mare lost her stride;. we dash- j. D. Colquitoun, C.M., Grad-
ed .iby and came un into the -road. nate of 'Dalhousie University; Halifax.
Looking back I saw her jmnping nn The Clinic is fully equipped with
and down a long way 'behind ys midi complete and modern x-ray and other
Dean whipping 'her. Uncle Eh, his.up,to-date diagnostic and thereuptic
bands over the dasher, had pulledl equipment,
down to a trot. Ahead of us we could Dr. Margaret K. 'Campbell, M.D.,
,see our 'folks—men and ' woinen—at L.A.le.P., Specialist in Diseases in
the gate looking down the road at usi Infants and Children, will 'be at the
waving hats and handkerchiefs.' They Clinic last Thursday in every month
had heard the noise of !battle, Uncle. from 310 6 p.m,
Eh let up on the eiris and lookid, Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Specialist in
back snorting with amusement Dean' Diseases of the Ear, Eye, Nose and
came along siowiy
"Thet's a purty good mare," said Tuesday in every month from 4 to
;Uncle Eb. 16 p.m
"Yer welcome to her,"' said Dean] Free veell-baby clinic will be held
sullenly. Ion the second and last Thursday in
"Wouting hev her," said Uncle every month ,from 1 to 2 pm,
PROFESSIONAL CARDS
Medical
Throat, will be et the Clinic the first
"Why not?" said the trader, a look
of relief coming over his face.
"Can't go fast ,enough for nay use,
Uncle Bb answered. "Ye can jes
hitch her in here awbile an' the firs
day ye come over with a hundre
dollars ye can hey 'her 'n the whist
ler, *both on 'em. That whistler's
grand hoss! Can held his bread
longer'n any hoss I ever knew!"
The sum named was that we he -
paid him for the highly accomplishe
animal. Dean had the manhood
pay tip then and there and said h
would send for the other horse
which Inc never did,
"Guess he wont bother us any
more 'when we stop t' look at the
scenery," said Uncle Eb, laughing as
Dean drove away. "Kind o' resky
business buyin' bosses," he added,
"Got e jedge the owner as well as
W. C. SPR. OsAuTrg,erMy.D., F.A.C.S.
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DR. H, HUGH ROSS, Physician
and Surgeon Late of London SOS-
pital, London, England. Special at•
d tention to diseases of the eye, ear,
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Hours 2-15 and 7 to 8 p.m. and by ap-
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dente. I bent over the shoulder
Jed Feary for a view of the man
script, closely written with a lead pe
cil, and marked with many erasures
"Le's hear it," said David Brower
Then I moved the lamp to his e
bow and he began reading:
(A Talk with William Brower on th
occasion of His going away to CC)
lege and writ out in Rhyme for Hi
by his Friend jedediah Feary to Inc
Token of Respect.)
The man that loses faith in God, ye'l
find out every time.
Has found a faith in his own se
'that's mighty nigh sublime.
He knows as much as all the saint
an' cans religion flighty,
An' in his narrow world assumes th
place o' 'Gad Almighty.
15 travelecl webliout a horse other help. To my surprise the white a lame soul thet -drives a limipin'
was on his way to the poorhouse. stocking had disappeared. hoss." I
nc e Eh or David Brower could "Didn't jes' like that white stock- 'No use taikin'; Bill ain' no jedge
of tell a good horse by 'the scvntl o'f his in'," Inc said, as I came in, "Won& uv a hose" said David Brower. "He'll 1
u- footsteps, and they brought into St.. ered how he'd look without it." hey an education er he'll git t' the
o- Lawrence Co t the haughty
mic and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye, and Golden Square throat hospi-
tals, London. At Commercial Hotel,
Seaforth, third Wednesday in each
month fr,om 1.30 p.m. to .5 p.m.
un y e Mor-,' They all agreed this horse and the poor house some 'clay sartin."
. gans from Vermont. There was more. whistler were as much alike as tvec, "Wall he's a good jedge o' gals
• pride in their high heads than in any peas in appearance. Breakfast over 'anyway" said 'Uncle Eb
s e e r s man to As for myself I was now hopeless-
kee who was not carried away with hitch him up. ly confirmed in my dislike of farm -
e a fine horse had excellent .self-cond "Coine Bill," said he, "le's take a ing and I never traded horses again.
m only things that ever woke him to bye on his way t' town with that Late in August Uncle Eb and I
1- trol. Politics and the steed were the ride. Dean'll be comin' 'long !byrni CHAPTER XXIII
a enthusiasm, and there was a man trotter o' his'n. 'Druther like to meet look our Blaok HaWk stallion' to the
was known as he traded. 'Uncle Eh him." . , I air in Hillaborough and showed him
used to say that 'one ought always I 'had only a faint idea of his pur- for a prize. He was fit for the eye of
to under -estimate his horse " a leetle pose. He let the horse step along at a king when we had finished groom -
f •
1- o the good people. A Northern Yan- Uncle Eb a k d th • 'I 'h
p top speed going 'up the road and Jun. him, that morning, and led him
with the 'haying, and Bob Dean, a ing heavily. We jogged him back from under his broad 'plume, so that
lf We needed another horse to help when we turned about he Was 'breath- out, rearing in play, his eyes flashing
s tricky trader, who had heard of it, down te road rnie or so, ai aiht ave a ast lookat.hhndllmghlim. His
drove in after' supper one evening, when I saw the blazed face of Dead's ,arched neck and slim barrel glowed
e and offered a rangy 'brown animal at mare, in the distance, we pulled- tip' like satin as the sunlight fell ,upon
But don't expect too much o' God, i
wouldn't be quite fair
If fer everything ye wanted ye could
' only swap a prayer;
I'd pray fer yours an' you fer mine
an' Deacon Henry FlOspur
He wouldn't 'her a thing tido but lay
a -bed an' prosper.
If all things come so easy, Bill,
they'd hey but little worth,
An' some one with a gift o' prayer
'ud mobbe own the earth.
It's the toil ye give t' git a thing,—
the sweat an' 'blood an' trouble
We reckon by—an' every tear'll
make its value double
There's a money o' the soul, my boy,
ye'll find in after years
Its pennies are the sv,reat drops an' its
dollars are the tears;
An' lo"Ve is the redeemin' gold that
measures What they're worth,
An' yell gib as much in Fleaven as
ye've given out on earth
Fer the record o' yer .doin'—I believe
the soul is planned
With an automatic register t' tell jest
bow ye stand,
An' it won't take any cipherin' t'
show that fearful day,
If ye'v,e multiplied yer talents well,
er thrown 'em all away.
gs When yer feet are on the submit, an'
the wide horizon clears,
An' ye look 'back on yer pathway
wintlin' thro' the vale o'. -tears;
When ye see haw much ye've tres-
passed an' how fur ye've gone astray
e 11 knew the way o' Providence
1 ain't apt t' Inc your way.
God knows as much as can 'Inc known
btt 3 dont h' k '
s true
He 'kno'ws of all the dangers in the
path 0' me an' you.
If I sliet my eyes an' hurl a stone
that kills 'the Xing o' Siam,
The chances are that God'll 'be as -
much
surprisecl as I am.
If ye pray with faith believin', why.
ye'll certainly receive
But that God does what's impossible
is more than I'll believe.
Tf it grieves Him when a sparrovv
an' know what's knowable. In the
beginning he gave laws to the world
an' these laws are nnchangeable, or
they are not wi,e an' perfect. If God
were to change them He would there-
by acknowledge their imperfection.
13y this law men and races suffer as
they struggle upward. But if the law
is unchangeable, can it Inc changed for
a, 'better cause even than the relief of
a whipped gave? In good time the
law shall punish and relieve. The
groans of them that stiffer shall,
hasten it, hut there shall be no change
In the law. There -can Inc'no change
in the law,"
a low figure. 'We looked bini over, and shortly stopped him. Dean camethim. His black inane flew, shook
s boos playing at
the halter's end. He hated a 'harness
and once in it kist half his 'conceit
Bin Inc'was vainest of all things in
a Faraway when we drove off with him
purty country this is," said Uncle that morning,
tried him tip and -down th d d
then David, with SOMe Shrewd sus-
picion, as r divined later, said I could
do as I pleased. I 'bought fhe horse
and led him proudly to the stable.
Next morning an Irishman, the ex-
tra
e laying, came in with
a worried look to -breakfast.
"That new horse has a chitterin'
kind of a coff," be said.
"A cough?" said I.
"'Tain't jist a coff, nayther," he
said, "hut a kind of :tooml"
With the last word he obligingly
imitated the sound of the cough. It
threw me into perspiration.
"Soundsb d," , as
he loolced at me and snickered.
"'Fraid Bill ain't much of a jock -
y," saidavid, smilmg.
"Got a grand appetite—that hoes
'has," said Tip Taylor..
After breakfast 'Uncle Eb and I
hitched him to the light buggy and
touched him tip for a short journey
down the road. In five mimates -Inc had
begun to heave and whistle. I felt
sure one could have heard him half
m
a ile away. Uncle Eb stopped Iiini
and began to laugh.
"A whistler," said he, "sore's yer
born. He ain't wuth a ;bag o' beans.
But don't ye never let on. When ye
git licked ye mustn't never fin' fault.
I anybody asles ye bout him tell
'em he's all ye expected." 1
We stood waiting • a moment for
the horse to recover himself. A teem
was nearing -us.
I
°There's Bob Dean," Uncle Eb
whispered. "The durn scalawagi
e row , an along in a moment
"Nice =min'!" said he.
, "Grand!" said Uncle Eb.
"Lookin' at the lan-scape ag'in?"
'Yes; I'v,e ;les' begun e see What
I"Hovr's the !loss?"
I
' "Splendid! Gives ye time t' think an' see what yer passin'. Like t' set
'n thin'k once in a while. We don't do
' enough thinkin' here in this part o'
1 -the country."
'Y'd orter Guy this mare an learn
Ihow t' ride fast," said Dean.
1 "Thet one," said Uncle Eb, squint-
ing at the mare, 'why she can't go
i
-fast 'nough." 1
Eb. MI roads led to Hillsborough fair.
time. Up and downthe long hills we
went on a stiff jog passing lumber
wagons with generations enough in
them to make a respectable geneal-
ogy, the Old people in chairs; light
wagons that earned young men and
their sweethearts; (backwoodsmen
coining out in ancient vehicles upon
reeling-, creaking -wheels to get food
for a year's reflection—all thickening
the haze of the late summer with•the
dust of the roads And Hillsborongh
itself was black with people inc
"She can't hey?" said Dean, 'brid-
ling with injured pride. "I don't
• think 'there's anything in this town shouts of excited men, the neighing of
can head her." 'horses, the bellowing of cattle, the
"Thunder!" said Uncle Eb, "I can' wailing of infants, the howling of von -
go by her with this ol' plue dors 41 ,
'twixt here an' our ate Ye d'd ' to so h
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misery in the
know what ye was sellin'." j minds of those accustomed only to the
''If ye pass her once 111 give her peaceful quietude of the farm, The
to ye," said he staring eye, ehe palpitating heart, the
"Mean it?" said Uncle Db. aching head, were successive stages
1 "Sartin," said Inc a little redder in in the -doom of many. The fair thad
the face, I its floral hall carpeted with sawdust
"An' if I dong 111 give ye the and redolent ,of.cedar, its dairy house,
whistler," said Uncle Bb as he turn- its mechanics' hall sacred to farming
ed about. [implements its long sh-eds full of
The mare went away, under the sheep and -cattle, its dining hall, its
whip, before we ,had fairly started.1 temporary booths of rough lumber,
She was going a fifty shot but in a its half mile track and grand stand.
moment we were lapping upon her, Here voices of beast , and vendor
hind wheel De threw a
y say a word now.
"Good morning" said Dean, smil-
ing, as Inc pulled up 'beside us. I
"Nice pleasant mornin'!" said,
Uncle Eb, as Inc cast a ,glance into.
e sky.
"What ye standin' [here for?" Dean
asked.
lJncle Eli expectorated thought -
f tiny.
Jest a loo -kin' at the scenery,"
said Inc. "Purty country; right here!
A Iwils liked it."
"Nice loolcin' boss ye got there,"
sai ea a.
"Grand bassi" said Uncle Eb, sur-
veying him p'rou,dly, 'Most r
Dean a startled m ngled in a chorus .af cupidity and
glance over his shoulder. Te'he distressFal Hll ollinn .InloralSoR
snouted 10 'the mare. She quickened was onexhibition He
her pace a little 'but we kept our; nod, his lips set for a tune as yet in -
position, Uncle Eh was leaning over audible. He was surveying sundry
the dasher his white locks !flying. He examples of rustic- art that hung • on
had sMn'ething np his sleeve, as they„the circular railing of thegallery and
say, aod was not yet ready to use it. trying to preserve a 'calm breast. He
Then Dean began to shear over to was looking at Susan Baker's painted
cut 1.1•S off—a nasty trick of the low cow that hung near us.
horseman. I saw Uncle Eb glance at "Very descriptive," Inc said when I
the ditch ahead. I knew what was Preset! him for his notion of it. "Rod
coming and took a firm 'hold of the Baker's sister Susan made thet cow.
seat. The ditch was a bit rough, but Gibs tew dollars an' fifty cents every
Uncle Eb had no lack of courage. He fair time—wish 3 was clewin 's well."
turned the horse's bead, let up on the' "That's one of the most profi-table
reins and *Witted. I have never felt CC"ArS in this country,' 1 said. "Looks
such a thrill as then. ;Cur horse leap- a good deal Eke, a hew breed,"
ed into the deep grass running like a "Yes,"' Inc answered soberly, then
wild deer. Inc set his lips, threw a
swe
e
Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth No., 3;
James Sholdice, Walton; Wm. Knox,
Londesboro; George Leonhardt,
Bornholm No. 1; Frank MaGregor,
Clinton No. 5; James Connolly, God-
erich; Alex McEwing, Myth No. 1:
Thomas Moylan, Seaforth No. 5;
Wrn. R. Archibald, Seaforth No. 4.
Parties desirous to effect insurance
or transact other business, will Inc
promptly attended to by applications
to any of the above' named officers
a.ddressed to ,their respective post -
offices,
glance into the gallery, and passed on.
Susan Baker's cow was one of the
permanent features of the county fair,
and was indeed a curiosity not less
remarkable than the 'sacred ox of Mr.
Baro -ton,
Here also I met a group of the
pretty girls who had been my school-
mates. They surrounded me, chatter-
ing like magpies.
'There's going to be a dance at our
house to -night," said one of them,
"and you must come."
(To Inc continued.)
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