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DENTIST
a. a, ATKINBoN, I.:D.6,, DAB,
Graduate of the royal College of
Dental Surgeons of Ontario and of
A. University of Toronto. Late Dis-
Irlat Dental Office, Military District,
No. 1, London, Ont. Office hours at
Bayfield, Ont. Monday, 'Wednesday,
day and Saturday, from one to
1.84 p -m• 2814-12
DR. F. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, 'Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University of
Toronto.
Late assistant New York Ophthal-
i ei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
'Eye and Golden 'Square- Throat Hos-
pital's, London Eng. At Commercial
Hotel, Seaforth, third Wednesday in
each month from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.
68 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford.
Phone 267, Stratford.
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LEGAL
R. S. HAYS.
Barrister, Solicitor, Conveyancer and
Rotary Public. Solicitor for the Do-
minion Bank. Office in res of the Do-
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ban.
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F. HARBURN, V. S.
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Veterinary College. Treats diseases of
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the most mod-
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Milk
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tended to and charges moderate. Vet -
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MEDICAL
C. J. W. HARN, M.D.C.M.
425 Richmond Street, London, Ont.,
S pecialist, Surgery and Genio-Urin-
ary diseases of men and women.
DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY
Bayfield.
Graduate Dublin University, Ire-
land. Late Extern Assistant Master
Rotunda Hospital for Women and
Children, Dublin. Offioe at residence
lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons.
Hours, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.
Sundays, 1 to 2 p.m. 2866-26
DR. J. W. PECK
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine
aficGill University, Montreal; member
of College of Physicians and Surgeons
of Ontario; Licentiate of Medical Coun-
cil of Canada; Post -Graduate Member
of Resident Medical staff of General
Hospital, Montreal, 1914-15. Office, 2
doors east of Post Office. Phone 66,
Hassall, Ontario. ,
DR. F. T. BURROWS
Office and residence, Goderich street
east of the Methodist church, Seafortk
Phone 46. Coroner for the County of
Karon.
DR. C. MACKAY
C. Mackay honor graduate of Trin-
ity University, and gold medallist of
Trinity. Medical College; member of
tie College of Physicians and Sur-
geons of Ontario.
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DR. H. HUGI\ROSS
Graduate of Univers ty of Toronto
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate courses is
Ciicago Ch'
oleo! School of Chicago;
Royal Opkthalmic Hospital, London,
England; • Um
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University Hos ital Lon-
de*, England. Office—Back of Do -
Minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5,
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria street, Seaforth.
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if Huron and Perth. Correspondence
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(Continued from last week.)
Since that dreadful day of the pet-
ticoat trousers my wonder had been
regarding all integuments, what Sally
Dunkelberg would say to them. At
last I could start for Canton with a
strong and capable feeling. If I
chanced to meet Sally Dunkelberg I i
need not hide my head for shame as
I had done that memorable Sunday.
"Now may the Lord help ye to be
careful—awful, terrible careful o'
them clothes every minute o' this
day," Aunt Deel cautioned as she
looked at Inc. "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-
spectable home,
We hitched our team to the grass-
hopper spring wagon and set out on
cur journey. It was a warn, hazy
Indian summer day in November. My
uncle looked very stiff and sober in
his "new" clothes. Such breathless
excitement as that 1 felt when we
were riding down the hills and could
see the distant spires of ('Fulton, 1
have never known since that day. As
we passed "the mill" we saw I.hu
Silent Woman looking out of the lit-
tle window of her room above the
blacksmith shop
—a low, weather -
stained, frame building, hard d
by the
main road, !oad, with a narrow hanging
stair of the side of it.
"She ke rs watch by the winder
.e
[
when she sill t nvelin said Uncle
r "Knows that's },ruin' on
Peabody. "h n w all
---that woman --knows who goes to
the village an' how long they stay.
R heti Gritn.shew goes by they say
hu.etins off down the ' d in her
. ilr road a
rags. She looks like a sick dog her-
srit, but I've heard that she keeps
that room u' hers just as neat as a
ilio."•
Near the village we passed 0 smart
looking buggy drawn by a spry-fout-
ed horse in shiny harness, Then 1
no,ticed with pang that out
wagon
was covered with dry mud and that
our horses were father bony and out
harnesses a kind of lead color. So
I was in an humble state of min -I
village. i Uncle
when we entered the vi a
ti
e 1 ,hadhad little t say and 1
Peabody y o a
nY
hail kept still knowing- that he sat in
the shadow of a great problem.
There was a crowd of men and wo-
men in front of Mr. Wright's office
anti through its tlpen door I saw
many of his fellow townsmen. We
waited at the door for a few minutes.
I crowded in while Uncle Peabody
stood talking with a villager. The
Senator caught sight of me and came
to my side and put his hand on my
head and said:
"Hello, Bart! How you've grown!
and how handsome you look! Where's
your uncle?"
"He's there by the door," I an-
swered.
"Well, le'sg o and see him."
Then I followed him out of the
office.
Mr. Wright was stouter and grayer
and grander than when I had seen
him last. He was dressed in black
broadcloth and wore a big beaver
hat and high collar and his hair was
almost white. 1 remember vividly his
clear, kindly, gray eyes and ruddy
cheeks.
"Baynes, I'm glad to see you," he
said heartily. "Did ye bring me any
jerked meat?"
"Didn't think of it," said Uncle
Peabody. "But I've got a nice young
doe all jerked an' if you're fond o'
jc•rl: I'll bring ye down some to-mor-
rer."
"I'd like to take soots to Wash-
ington but I wouldn't have you bring
it so far."
"I'd like to bring it—I want a
chance to talk with ye for half an
hour on such a matter," said my
uncle. "I've got a little trouble on
my hands."
"There's a lot of trouble here," said
the Senator. "I've got a settle a
quarrel between two neighbors and
visit a sick friend and make a short
address to the Northern New York
Conference tit the Methodist church
and look over a piece of land that
I'nm intending to buy, and discuss the
plans for my new house with the
carpenter. I expect to get through
about six o'clock and right after
supper 1 could ride up to your place
with you and walk back early in the
morning. We could talk things over
on the way up." -
"That's first rate," said my uncle.
"The chores ain't much these days an'
I guess my sister can git along with
'em."
The Senator took 115 into his office
and introduced us to the leading men
of the county. 'There were: Minot.
,Tonison, Gurdon Smith, Ephraim
Butterfield,
Lemuel Buek, Baron
S
Doty, Richard N. Idarrison, John L.
Russell, Silas Baldwin, Calvin Hurl -
hut, Doctor Olin; Thomas 11. Conkey
and Preston King, These were names
with which the Republican has al-
ready made us familiar.
"Here," said the Senator as he put
his hand on my head, "is a coming
man in'the Democratic party."
The great men laughed at my
blushes and we came away with a
deep sense of pride in us. At last
I felt equal to the ordeal of meeting
the Dunkelbergs. My uncle must,
have shared my feeling•for, to my
delight, he went straight. to the base-
ment store above which was the mod-
est sign: "H. Dunkelberg, Produce."
I trembled as we walked down the
steps and opened the door. I saw
the big gold watch chain, the hand-
scme clothes, the mustache and side
whiskera and the large silver ring
approaching us, but I was not as
(scared as I expected to be. My eyes
were more accustomed to splendor.
"Well I swan}" said the merchant
in'the trble voice wbich.I remember-
ed so well. "This is Bart and Pea-
body! How are you'?"
"Pretty well,"I answered, my uncle
being too slow of speech to suit my
sense of propriety. "How is Sally?"
The two men laughed heartily much
to my embarrassment.
"He's getting right down to busi-
ness," said nay uncle.
"That's right," said Mr. Dunkel-
berg, "Why, Bart, she's spry as a
cricket and pretty as a picture. Come
up to dinner with me and see for
yourself."
Uncle Peabody hesitated, whereup-
on I gave him a furtive nod and he
said 'All right," and then I had a
delicious feeling of excitement. I
had hard work to control my im-
patience while they talked. I walked
on some butter tubs in the back room
end spun around on a wihirling stool
that stood in front of a high desk
and succeeded in the difficult feat of
tipping over a bottle of ink without
getting any on myself. I covered the
multitude of my sins on the desk with
a newspaper and sat down quietly in
a chair.
By and by I asked, "Are you 'molt
reedy to go?"
"Yes—come on—it's after twelve
o'clock," said Mr. Dunkelberg. "Sally
will he back from school now."
My conscience got the better of me
are! I confessed about the ink bottle
and was forgiven.
So we walked to the big house of
the Dunkelbergs and I could hear
my heart beating when we turned }n
at the gate—the golden gate of my
youth it must have been, for after I
Fad passed it I thought no more as
a child. That rude push which Mr.
tilintshaw gave ole had hurried the
passing.
1 was a little surprised at my own
dignity when Sally opened the door
to welcome us. My uncle told Aunt
that s
Deel 1 acted and like
t
Silas Wright, ".so nice and proper."
Sally was i1rct, too—less playful
and mere beautiful with long yellow
curls covering her shoulders.
".How nice you look.!" she said as
tilt took 'my arm and led me into
11er playroom.
"These are my new clothes," 1
1,e ,sted. "They are very expensive
them."
at., I have to be careful 1)1' he m."
I remember not much that we
said or did but I could never forg;•t
haw she played for me on a great
shiny piano --1 had never seen one
be fore --and made me feel very hum-
ble with music more to my liking
than any 1 have heard since—crude
and simple a, it urns—while her pretty
fingers ran up 11 11d down the keyboard.
U magic ear or youth! I wonder
how it would sound to me now—the
rollicking lilt. of Barney Leave the
C A
Girls lone—even if a
sweet maid
flung its banner a
t me with Clashing
t, e
timaers and well -fashioned lips.
.
1 behaved myself with great care
at the table—I remembered that—
and, •after dinner, we played in the
dooryard and the stable, I with a
great fear of tearing my new clothes.
I stopped and cautioned her more
than once: "Be careful! For grac-
ious sake! be careful o' my new suit."
As we were leaving late in the
afternoon she said:
"1 wish you would come here to
school."
"I suppose he will sometime," said
Uncle Peabody.
A new hope entered my breast,
that moment, and began to grow
there.
"Aren't you going to kiss her?"
said Mr, Dunkelberg with a smile.
I saw the color in her cheeks
deepen as she turned with a smile
am; walked away two or three steps
while the grown people laughed, and
stood with her back turned !poking
in at the window.
"You're looking the wrong way for
the scenery," said Mr. Dunkelberg.
She turner} and walked toward me
with a look of resolution in her pretty
face and said :
"I'm not afraid of hien."
We kissed each other and, again,
that well remembered touch of her
hair upon my face! But the feel of
her warm lips upon my own—that
W11S so different and so sweet to re-
member in the lonely days that fol-
lowed! Fast Rows the river to the
SCR when youth is sailing on it, They
had shoved me ort of the quiet cove
into the swift current—those dear,
kindly, thoughtless people. Sally ran
away into the house as their laugh-
ter continued and my uncle and I
walked down the street. How happy
I was!
We went to the Methodist Church
where Mr. Wright was speaking but
We couldn't get. in. There were many
standing at the door who had come
too late. We could hear his voice
and 1 remember that he seemed to be
taiking to the people just as I had
heard him talk to my aunt and uncle,
sitting by our fireside, only louder.
'We were tired and went down to the
tavern and waited for him on its
great porch. We passed a number
of boys playing three -old -cat in the
scimol yard. How I longed to he
among then!!
i observed with satisfaction that,
I hr• village boys did not make fun
when I passed them as 'they did when
T wore the petticoat trousers. Mr.
and Mrs, Wright. came along with the
crowd, by and by, and Colonel Medan}
Moody. We had supper with them
at. the tavr'rn and started away in
the dark with the Senator on the seat
with us. He and my uncle began to
talk about the tightness of money
and the Nanking laws and I remem-
ber a remark of our uncle, for there
was that in his tone which I could
never forget.:
"We poor people are trusting you
to look out for us—we poor people
err trusting you to see that we get
treated fair. We're havin' a hard
pfivE Night and Morning.
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Ey ea. If they Tire,
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gut` d�Fitt• s mple
home , reatoleo t
over 90yyeareauo!me1, Tee(nnnw�'•:n:e,". •ruts
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time."
This touched me a little and I was
keen to hear the Senator's andwer,
1 remember so well the sacred spirit
of democracy in his words. Long
afterward I asked him to refresh my
memory of them and so I am able
to quote him as he would wish.
"i know it," he answered. "I lie
awake nights thinking about it. I
am poor myself, almost as poor as
any father before me. I have found
it difficult to keep my poverty these
late years but I have riot failed. I'm
about as poor as you are, I guess. I
could enjoy riches, but I want to be
poor so 1 may pot forget what is
due to the people among whom I,was
born—you who live in small houses
and rack your bones with toil. I am
tine of you, although 1 am racking
my brain instead of my bones in our
common interest. There are a0 many
who would crowd us down we must
stand together and be' watchful or we
shall be reduced to an overburdened,
slavish peasantry, pitied and despised.
Our danger will increase as wealth 1
accumulates and the cities grow. I
an: for the average man-- like myself,
They've lifted me out of the crowd
to an elevation which I do not deserv:•.
1 have more reputation than I dare
promised 'to keep. It frightens me.
I am like a child clinging to its
father's hand in a plate "f peril. S1
I cling to the crowd. It i, my father.
i know its needs and wrongs and
troubles. I had other things to do
t,, -night. There were people who
wished to discuss their political plans
h' 'u is with me. But 1 h. thou
F, 11,1 sill lel t g
I would r i a he •
t go with you and learn
t ti
about your trouble=. 1,Vhat are
they?"
My uncle told him about the note
and h
• " visit of Mr.G , nnshaw and
t
r
r
of his threats and upbraidings.
"Did he say that in Bart's hear-
ing?" asked the Senator.
"Ayes!—right out plain."
"Too had. I'm Kair • to tell you
i•,:u,kly, Baynes, that 11' best thing
1 know about you is your conduct
1,:ward this boy. I like it. The next
Lost things is the fact that you sign-
ed the note. It was bad business but
it was good Christian e,mduct to -help
your friend. i)un't r+•g:'' it. You
here pour and of an rig • when the
boy's pranks were trim! ,>„me to
britt or you, hut you turd: him in, I'll
lend you the interest and try to
get another holder for the mortgage
un one condition. You must 1 t me
e
Bart's schooling. I
attend to Bar swant
to he the boss about that. We have
a great schoolmaster in Canton and
when Bart is a little older 1 want
hint to go there to school. I'll try
to find him a place where he can work
for his board."
"We'll miss Bart but we'll be tick!.
ed to death—there'i+',no two ways
about that," said Uncle Peabody.
I had been getting sleepy, but this
woke me up. I no longer heard the
monotonous creak of harness and
whiffietrees and the rumtle of wheels,
I saw no longer the stars and the
the
night.
darkness ofg My mind had
scampered off into the future. I
was playing with Sally or with the
boys in the school yard.
The Senator tested my arithmetic
and grammar and geography as we
rode along in the darkness and said
bye and by:
"You'll have to work hard, Bart.
You'll have to take your book into
the field as I did. After every row
of corn I learned a rule of syntax or
arithmetic or a fact in geography
while I rested, and my thought and
memory took hold of it as I plied the
hoe. I don't want you to stop the
reading, but from now on you must
spend half of every evening on your
lessons."
We got home at half past eight
and found my aunt greatly worried.
She: had done the chores and been
standing in her hood and shawl on
the porch listening for the sound of
the wagon. She had kept our sup-
pers warm but 1 was the only hungry
one.
As I was going to bed the Sena-
tor called me to hint and said:
"I shall be gone when you are up
in the morning. It may be a long-
time
ongtime before I see you;I shall leave
something for you in a sealed en-
velope with your name on it. You
are not to open the envelope until
you go away to school. f know ho.v
you will feel that first day. When
night falls you will think of your
aunt and uncle and be very lonely.
When you go to your room for the
night I want you to sit down all by
yourself and open the envelope and
read what i shall "rite. They will
be I think, the most myressive words
ever written. You will think them
over but you will rot understand them
for a long time. Ask every wise
man you meet to explain them to
you, for all your h'Ippiness will de-
pend upon your ul.derst.anding of
these words in the envelope."
In the morning Aunt Deel put it
in my hands.
"I wonder what in the world ha
wrote there ---ayes!" she said. "We
must keep it careful —ayes!—I'll put
it in my trunk an' give it to ye when
ye go to Canton to school."
"Has Mr. Wright gone?" I asked
rather sadly.
"Ayes! Land o' mercy! He went
away long before daylight with a lot
o' jerked meat in n pack basket --
ayes! Yer uncle is gain' down to the
village to see 'boutthe mortgage this
afternoon, ayes!"
It was a Saturday and I spent. its
hours cording wood in the shed, paus-
ing now and then for a look into my
grammar. it was s happy day, for
the growing cords expresser) in a
satisfactory manner my new sense of
obligation to those I loved. Imagin-
ary conversations came into my brain
as 1 worked and were rehearsed in
whispers.
"Why, Bart, you're a grand work-
er," my uncle would say in my fancy.
"You're as good as a hired man."
thatla nothing," I would'• N1f
giver modestly. "I want to ba useful
so you won't be sorry you took Mg
and I'm going tq study just es IMP1
Wright did and be a great man if
I can and help the poor people. bn
!going to be a better scholar than
Sally Dunkelberg, too."
, %hat a day it was! -the first of
many like it. I never think of those
days without saying to myself:—
"What a God's blessing a man like
Silas Wright can be in the community
in which his heart and soul are as
an open book!"
As the evening came on 1.took a
long look at my cords. The shed was
nearly full of them. Four reles of
syntax, also had been carefully stor-
ed away in my brain. I said them
over as I hurried down into•the pas-
ture with old Shep and brought in
the cows. I got through milking just
as Uncle Peabody came. I saw with
joy that his face was cheerful.
"Yip!" he shouted as he stopped
his team at the barn door where
Aunt Deel and I were standing. "We
ain't got much to worry about now.
I've gut the interest money right here
in my pocket."
We unhitched and went in to 'sup-
per. I was hoping that Aunt Deel
would speak of my work but she
seemed not to think of it.
"Had a grand day!" said Uncle
Peabody, as he sat down at the table
and began to tell what Mr. Wright
and Mr. Dunkelberg had said to him.
I. too, had had a grand day and
probably my elation was greater
than his. I tarried at the looking -
glass hoping that Aunt. Deel would
give me a chance modestly to show
my uncle what 1 had done. But the
talk about interest and mortgages
continued. I went to my unule did
tried to whisper in his ear a hint
that he had better go and look into
the woodshed. Ile stopped me hero,.,:
I had begun by saying:
"Don't bother me now, Ilub. 111
git that candy for ye the next tint:-
Igo
int;
1o to the vi
g } Mage."
lFwdy. I was thinking of 10) such
trivial matter as candy. Ile couldn't
know how the idea shocked me in the
01.lte,
1 state of mind '
t I 1 Into
Which I
had risen. Ile didn'tu
know thea of
the spiritual change in me and how
generous and groat 1 was feeling and
hot•. sublime and beautiful was the
new w•ay in which I had act my feet.
I went. alt. (1
( n the } Icerre
h uml stood
laking down with a sad countenance,
.1.001 Deal followed me.
"1\"v Bart!" she exclainl;d,
",sou're tau tired to eat—ayes! Be
ye sick?"
i shook my head.
"Peabody," she called, "this boy
1 • w, rI.e,l lite n heaver every mit,
-
uta mince you 1,4f --aye; he hay!
never sire anything to heat it— ne•:err
i want you to croon' right out into
the wood -shed an' see what he's don"
—Chis minute--ayea!"
them n
1 followed h m int the shed.
"W'y of all things!" my uncle ex-
claimed. "He's worked like a nailer,
ain't he?"
There were tears in his eyes when
he took my hand in his rough palm
and squeezed it and said:
"Sometimes I wish ye was little
ag'in so I could take ye up in my
arms an' kiss ye just as I used to.
Horace Dunkelberg says that you're
the best-lookin' boy he ever see,"
"Stop!" Aunt Deel exclaimed with
a playful tap on his shoulder. "W'y!
ye mustn't go on like that."
"I'm tellin' just what hesaid," J my
uncle answered.
I guess he only meant that Bart
looked clean an' decent --,that's all—
ayes! He didn't mean that Bart was
purty. Land sakes!—no."
I observed the note of warning in
the look she • gave my uncle.
"No, I suppose not," he answered,
as he turned away with a smile and
brushed one of his eyes with a rough
finger.
1 repeated the rules I had learned
as we went to the table.
"I'm gain' to he like Silas Wright
if I can," I added.
"That's the idee!" said Uncle Pea,
body. "You keep on as you've start-
ed an' eyerybody'I1 milk into your
pail"
1 kept on .not with the vigor of
that first day with its new inspira-
tion—hut with growing strength and
efTectivenc'ss. Nights and mornings
and Saturday's I worked with a will
and my book in my pocket or at the
side of the field and was, T know, a
help of some value on the farm. My
scholarship improved rapidly and
that year T went about as far as T
could hope to go in the little school
at Leonard's Corners.
"i wouldn't wonder if ol' Kate was
tight, about our buy," said Aunt Ik'cl
one day when she saw me with my
honk in the field.
1 began to know then that ol' Kate
hl.0 somehow been at work in my
soul --.subconsciously as I would now
put it. 1 was trying to put truth in-
to the prophecy. as T look atthe
whole "latter there days I can sen
that Mr. Grinlshnw himself was a
1,1 1p no la's important to "11', for it.
tear 11 sharp spin• with which he con-
tinued to prod us.
('HATTER VIi
My Second i'eril.
We alwil5s thank God for men like
i: we never thank them. The •
Purvis: y
are without. honor in their own time,
bill how they frighten the pages of
"memory! How they stimulated the
cheerfulness of the old countryside
and broke up its natural reticence!
Mr. Franklin Purvis was our hired
man—an undersized bachelor. He had
a Roman nose, a face so slim that it
would command interest and atten-
tiet. in any company, and a serious
look enhanced by a bristling mustache
and a retreating chin. At first and
on account of his size I had no very
high opinion of Mr. Purvis. That
first evening after his arrival I sat
with him on the porch surveying him
inside and out,
"Yon don't look very stout," I
said.
"i ain't as fig as some, hut I'm all
gristle from my heed to my heels,
inside an' ort," he answered.
I surveyed him again as he fiat•
looking at the ledges. Ile was not
more than a head taller than I, but 1
if he were "all gristle" he might be
ertitled to respect and I was glad to
e
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learn of his hidden resources -glad
and a bit apprehensive as they began
to develop.
"I'm as full o' gristle as a goose's
leg," he went on. "God 'never made
a man who could do more .damage
when he lets go of himself an' do it'
fester. There ain't no use o' talkin ."
There being no use of talking, our
new hired man continued to talk
while 1 listened with breathless'in-
terest and growing respect. He took
a chew of tobacco and squinted his
eyes and seemed to be studying the
wooded rock ledges across the road
as he went on.
"You'll find me wide awake, I
guess. 1 ain't afraid o' anythin' but
lightnin'---no sir!—an' I can hurt
hart an' do it rapid when 1 begin,
but I can be jest as harmless a: a
kitten. There ain't no man that(can
be more harmlesser when he wants
to be an' there's any decent (literate
for it --none whatsomever! No, sir!)
I'd rather be harmless than not—a
gooci deal."
This relieved anda doubt
was no don x
calculated to relieve a feeling..11-
•
sccurit which his tof
alk had . ins ire
P d
H, blew out his breath and shifted
his quid as he sat with his elbow)
res.tin g on his knees and took an-
other
a1
other look at theledges as
if un-
gc
sider•ing how much of his strength
would be required to move them.
"Have you ever hurt anybody?" I
Caked.
"Several," he answered.
"1)11 you kill 'em?"
"No, I never let myself go too fur.
1:,•in' so stout, I have to be kind o'
careful."
After a moment's pause he went
on!
"A man threatened to lick me un
to teaser's t'othcr day. You couldn't
blame hint. He didn't know me from
a side o' sole leather. He just thought
1 was one o' them common, every day
cusses that folks use to limber up
on. But he see his mistake in time.
1 tell•e God was good to him when
y
he kept him away from me".
Aunt Deel called us to supper.
"Let's go in an' squench our hunger,"
Mr. Purvis proposed as he rose aril
shut his jackknife.
I was very much impressed and
called him "Mr. Purvis," after that.
I enjoyed and believed many tales of
adventure in which he had been the
here as we worked together in the
field or stable. I told them to my
aunt and uncle one evening, where-
upon the latter said:
"He's a good man to work, but
Jerusalem—!"
He stopped. He always stopped at
the brink of every such precipice. I
had never heard him finish an un-
complimentary sentence. •
I began to have doubts regarding
the greatness of our hired man. I
stili called iiia "Mr. Purvis," but all
my fear of hit:( had vanished.
One day Mr. Grimahaw came out
in the field to see my uncle. They
wr-lked away to tdte shade of a tree
while "Mr. Purvis" and I went on
with the hoeing. I could hear the
harsh voice of the money -lender in
loud and angry tones and presently
he went away.
"What's the rip?" I asked as my
uncle returned looking very sober.
"We won't talk about it now," he
answered.
That look and the fears it inspired
ruined my day which had begun with
eager plans for doing and learning.
in the candle -light of the evening
Uncle Peabody said:
"Grimshaw has demanded nis
mortgage money an' he wants it in
gold coin. We'll have to git it some
way, I dunno how."
"W'y of all things!" my aunt ex-
claimed. "How are we goin' to git
al! that money these ar4i, tau
ayes! I'd like to know!' ,.:',';;:
"Well, I can't tell ye," an1d.'TX
Peabody. "I guess he can't t
us for savin' Rodney Barrien.",
"What did he say?" I asked,
"Why, he says we hadn't no •bpel#r °41
tiers to hire a man to help us.
says you an' me ought todo all :the.
work here. He thinks I ought to took
y ou out o' school longago," •
"I can stay out o' school and keep
on with my lessons," I said: -
"Not an' please him.. He was matt'
when he see ye with a book in yer
hand out there in the corn -field. ®.'
What were we to do now? I spent
the first sad night M my life undoing -
the plans which had been so dear to -
me but not so dear as my aunt and
uncle. I decided to give all my
strength to the saving of the farm:
I would still try to be great, but not
as great as the Senator. Purvis stay-
ed with us through the summer and
fail.
(Continued next week.)
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