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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1923-04-27, Page 7; • • 'e '• 1" a 77. Glee or Write eiteniaimse • (Ctodinued 1;0=140 iirosig) • ' "I guess, too, he couldn't bear the idea o' laym' down far his las' sleep beside that hell hole he'd dug fer Kate. -no,' eirl "Wal, ye know, mister, I jea' shook my head an' never let on that I knew what he meant an' let him wiggle twist like a worm on a hot griddle, 'an' bailer like a cut bull 'til he fell back in a swoon. "Damn him! it don't give him no rest. He tries to tell everybody he Bees -that's what they, say. He bel - lens day an' night an' if you do down there he'll beller to you an' you'll know what it's about, but the others don't. "You an' me are the only ones that knows the secret, I guess. Some day, 'fore he dies, I'm goin' to take up that headatun an' hide it, but he'll never know it's done -no, sir - not 'til he gita to the judgment seat, anyway." The old man stopped and rubbed his hands together as if he were washing them of the whole matter. The dusk of evening had feyen and cracked. the white marble and blurred the let- ter legends around us. The mossy stones now reminded me only of the innumerable host of the dead. Softly 9 the notes of a song sparrow scattered down into the silence that followed the strange story. The old man rose and straightened e himself and blew out his breath and brushed his hands upon his trousers by way of stepping down into this world again out of the close and dusty loft of his memory. But I called him back. "What has become of Enoch?" I aaked. "Wal, sir, Enoch started off west 'bout three year ago an' we ain't heard a word from him since that day -nary a word, mister. I suppose we will some time. He grew into a good man, but there was a kind of a queer streak in_the blood, as ye might say, on both sides kind o'. We've wrote letters out to Wiscohsin, where he was p'intin' for, an' to places on the way, but we can't git no news 'bout him Mebbe he was killed by the In- juns." We walked out of the graveyard together in silence. Dimly above a distant ridge I could see stiark dead timber looming on a scarlet cloud in the twilight. It is curibus ;how care- fully one notes the setting of the scene in which his spirit has been deeply stirred. I could see a glimmer of a light in the thickest of pines down the val- ley. I unhitched and mounted my horse. "Take the first turn to the right," said the old man as he picked up his scythe. "I'm very much obliged to you," I said. "No ye ain't, nuther," he answered. "Leastwaysethere ain't no reason why :Robert's: • ,,„ ▪ aYril N aftherxtroctaffodlivereirrIl for COUGHS. COLDS • and BRONCHITIS a Ilmeneniummemill After Every Meal wRIGL ••••1006..01.1,0 In work or play, it gives the poise and steadiness that mean success,. It helps digestion, allays thirst, keep- ing the .mouth cool and moist, the throat muscles relaxed and pliant and the nerves at ease. __41 FOR ,4 ABETTER SCORE D-38 g,MAKE MONEY -v AT HOME s Wg start you in business. Furnish mfetYthing. Von make 1,, 2 dollars an hour 2, home In your spare Ome. No canvassing or coliciting. We ruarantre to teach yen Show Cord lettering by our New Simple Method and pay mail mob 'irtfili:rilgsf;ohrertigt;nd Free. DETROIT SgIOW CARD SCHOOL 254 Land a Bactiti, Bldg T • Ont ee $ ye should be." My horse, impatient as ever to find the end of the road, hurried me along and in a moment or two we were ,down Wider the pine grove that sur- rounded the house Of old- Squire Ful- lerton---sa big, stone house With a graveled- road 'around it A great black dog came barking and growling at me from the front porch. I rode around the house and he followed. Beyond the windows I could see the gleam of candle -light and moving figures.: A man came out of the back door as I neared it. "Who's there?" he demanded, "My name is Barton Baynes from St Lawrence County. Kate Fuller- ton is ray friend/ and I wish to see her." "Come up to the steps, sor. Don't git off yer horse --"til I've chained the dog. Kate'll be out in a minute." He chained the dog to the hitching post and as he did so a loud, long, wailing cry broke the eilence of the huuse. It put me in mind of the complaint of the damned which 'I re- membered hearing the minister des- cribe years before at the little school- house in Lickitysplit. How it har- rowed me! The man went into the house. Soon he came out of the door with a light- ed candle in his hand, a little mur- mur of delight that came from her lips when he held the candle so that it3' light fell upon my face! I jump- ed off my horse and gave the reins to the man and put my arms around the poi woman, whom I loved for her eo ws and for my debt to her, and rai d kisses upon her withered cheek. Oh God! what a moment it was for both of us! The way she held me to her breast and patted my shoulder and said "my boy!" -in a low, faint, treble voice so like that of a child -it is one of the best memories that I take with me into the new life now so near, from which there is no returning. '"My boy!'" Did it mean that she had appointed me to be a kind of proxy for the one she had lost and that she had given to me the affection which God had stored in her heart for him? Of that, I know only what may be conveyed by strong but un- spoken assurance. She led me into the house. She looked very neat now -in a black gown over which was a spotless white apron and collar of lace. -and much more slender than when I had seen her last. She took me into a large room in the front of the house with a carpet and furniture, handsome once but now worn and decrepit. Old time -stained engravings of scenes from the Bible, framed in wood, hung on the walls. She gave me a chair by the candle - stand and sat near me and looked in- to my face with a smile of satisfac- tion. In a moment she pointed t) - ward the west with that forefinger, which in my presence had cut down her enemy, and whispered the on3 word 'News ?" I told ail that I had heard from eome and of my life in Cobleskill but observed, presently, a faraway look in her eyes and judged that ordie was not hearing me. Again she whisper- ed: "Sally?" "She has been at school in Albany fer a year," I said. "She is at home row and I am going to see her. "You love Sally?" she whispered. "Better than I love my life." Again she whispered: "Get mar- ried!" "We hope to in 1844. I have agreed to meet her by the big pine tree on the river bank at eleven o'clock the third of June, 1844. We are looking forward to that day." A kind of shadow seemed to come out of her spirit and rest upon her face+ and for a moment she looked very solemn. I suppose that she di- vined the meaning of all that, She shook her head and whispered: "Money thirst!" A tall, slim woman entered the room then and said that supper was ready. Kate rose with a smile and I followed her into the dining room where two tables were spread. One had certain dishes on it and a white cover, frayed and worn. She left me to the other table which was neatly covered with snowy linen. The tall woman served a supper on deep, blue china, cooked as .only they could cook in old New England. Meanwhile I ould hear the voice of the aged squire -a weird, empty, inhuman voice it was, utterly cut off from his intelligence. It came out of the trou- bled depths of his misery. So that house -the scene of his great sin which would presently lie down with him in the dust-wns flooded, a hundred times a day, by the unhappy spirit of its master. In the dead of the night I heard its de- spair echoing through the Silent chambers. Kate said little as we ate, or as we sat together in the shabby, great room after supper, but she seemed to enjoy my talk and I went into the details of. my personal history. How those years of suffering and silence had warped her soul and body in a way of speaking! They were a poor fit in any company now. Her tongue had loat its taste for speech I doubt not; her voice was gone, although I had heard a low plaintive murmur in the words "my boy." The look of her face, even while I wee speaking, indicated that her thoughts wandered, restlessly, in the gloomy desert of her past. I thought of that gay bird -like youth of hers of which the old man with the scythe had told me and wondered. As I was thinking of this there came a cry from the aged squire so loud and doleful that it startled me and I turned and looked toward the open door. Kate rose and came to my side and leaning toward my ear. whispered: ,'WOis 4 kilt V.? leettleteldele. +,etieneetel he' Ord+, me goQil night and left the roMp DellbttesCit was the Out -1 raged, departed RIPirit of that &hien Aim e Which wee haunting' the old ottbr" squire, A Bible lay On the table,near seir the and X oat reading it for an hour or go. A tall clock In .a corner solemnly tolled the hoar of nine. In came the 1n11 woman and asked In the bro e of the Irish: "Wo ye like to go to hed?" "Yes, I'm tired." She took a candle and led me ti a broad oaken stairway and into room of the moat generous propos time. A big four -post bedstead draped in white, stood against a wall The bed, sheeted in oldlinen, ha quilted covers. The room was no ticeably clean'; its furniture of ol mahogany and its carpet compare tively unworn. When I was undressed I dreaded t put ourfhe candle. For the drat Um in years I had a kind of child -fear o the night. But I went to bed at las and slept rather fitfully, waking of ten when the cries of the old squire came flooding through the walls. How I longed for the light of morning! I came at last and I rose and dressed and seeing the hired man in the yard went out,ofedoors. He was a good natured Irishman. "I'm glad o' the sight o' rye this fine mornin'," said he. "It's a plea- sure to see any one that has all their senses -stere it is." I went with him to the stable yard where he did his milking and talked of his long services with the !squire. "We was glad when he wrote for Kate to come," he said. 'But, sure, I don't think it's done him any good. He's gone wild since she got here. He was always fond o' his family spite o' all they say. Did ye see the sec- ond table the dinin'-room? Sure, that's stood'there ever since his first wife et her last meal on it, just as it was then, sor-the same cloth, the same dishes, the same sugar in the bowi. the seine pickles in the jar. He was like one o' them big rocks in the field there -ye couldn't move him when he put his foot down." Kate met me at the door when I went back into the house and kissed my cheek and again I heard those half -spoken words, "My boy." I ate my breakfast with her and when I was about to get into my saddle at the door I gave her a hug and, as she tenderly patted my cheek, a smile lighted her countenance so that it seemed to shine upon me. I have never forgotten its serenity and sweetness. to stand yer cowls' with the night'a rest upon them. Ye 'wouldn't be routin' them out o' bed. as' they after p a hard day with the hayin'l Then, a my kind-hearted lad, yo must give aa thought to Michael Henry. e still , alive an' stronger than ever -thank God!" d So, although I longed for- those most dear to me up in the hills, I d Bina the night whistle Rackets and - the schoohnaster and I sat an hour together after the family had gone o 'to bed. o, "How are the punkelberga?" I ask - f ed. t 'Sunk in the soft embrace o' lux-' uri," he answered. "Grimshaw made him; Grimshaw liked him. He was always ready to lick the boots o' t Orimshaw. It turned out that Grim- shaw left him an annuity of three thousand dollars, which he can enjoy - as long as he observes one condition." , "What is that?" "He must not let his daughter marry one Barton Baynes, late o' the town o' Ballybeen. How is that for spite, my boy? They say it's writ- ten down in the wild," I think that he mubt have seen the flame of color playing on my face, ' for he quickly added: Don t worry, lad. The will o' God is greater than the will o' Grim- shaw. He made you two for each other and she will be true to ye, as true as the needle to the north star." "Do you think so?" "Sure I do. Didn't she as much as ' tell me that here in this room -not a week ago? She loves ye, boy, as true as God loves ye, an' she's a girl of a thousand. "Her fathEr is a bit too fond o' money. I've never been hard stuck with him. It has always seemed to ' me that he was afflicted with per- fection -a camellia mar! -so invari- ably neat and proper and convention- al! Such precise and wearisome re- ctitude! What a relief it would be to see him in his shirt-sleevee or with soiled boots or linen or to hear him say something -well --unexpect- ed! Six shillings a week to the chore,' and four to charity, as if that were the contract --no more, no less! But did ye ever hear o' his going out o' his way to do a good thing -say to help a poor woman left with a let o' ' babies or a poor lad that wants to go to school? 'No, I'm very sorry, but I give four shillings a week to charity and that's all I can afford.' "Why did they go away? Was it because I was coming?" "I think it likely, my fine lad. The ' man heard o' it some way -perhaps through yer uncle. He's crazy for the money, but he'll get over that. Leave him to me. I've a fine course o• instruction ready for my Lord o' Dunkelberg." "I think I shall go and try to find her " I said. "I am to counsel ye about that," 1 said the schoolmaster. "She's as 1 ‘ecii as a brier -the fox! She says, , ! 'Keep away. Don't alarm him, or he'll bundle us off to Europe for two nor three years.. "So there's the trail ye travel, my boy. It's the one that keeps away. Pont let him think ye've anything up the sleeve o' yer mind. Ye know, lad , I believe Sally's mother has hold o' the same rope with her and when two clever women get their wits to- gether the divvle scratches his head. • It's an old sayin', lad, an' don't ye 1 go out an' cut the rope. Keep yer head cool an' yer heart warm and go : right, on with yer business. I like the whole plan o' this remarkable courtship o' yours." "I guess you like it better than I was my answer. "Ah, my lad, I know the heart o' youth! Ye'd like to be puttin' yer arms around her -wouldn't ye now? Sure, there's time enough! You two young colts are bein' broke' an' bit- ted. Ye've a chance now to show yer cmality-yer faith, yer royalty, yer cleverness. If either one o' ye fails that one isn't worthy o' the other. Ye're in the old treadmill o' God - the both o' ye! Ye're bein' weighed an' tried for the great prize. It's not pleasant, but it's better so. Go on, now, an' do yer best an' whatever Conies take it like a man," A little silence followed. He broke it with these words- "Ye're done with that business in Cobleskill, an' I'm glad. Ye didn't know ye were bein' trixl there --did ye? Ye've stood it like a man. What will ye be doin' now?" "I'd like to go to Washington with the Senator." He laughed heartily. "I was hopin' ye'd say that," he went on. "Well, hoy, 1 think it can be arranged. I'll sec the Senator as soon as ever he comes an' I believe he'll be glad to know yer wishes. I think he's been hopin', like, that ye would propose it. Go no to the farm and spend a happy month or two with yer aunt an' uncle. It'll do ye good. Ye've been growin' plump down there. Go an' melt it off in the fields." "How is Deacon Sinks?" I asked presently. "Soul buried in fat.! The sparkler on his bosom suggests a tombstone stickin' out of a soiled snow bank." A little more talk and we were off to bed with our candles. Next morning I went down into the main street of the village before leaving for home. I wanted to sec how it looked and, to he quite frank, I wanted some of the people of Can- ton to see how I looked, for my clothes were of the best cloth and cut in the latest fashion. Many stopped me and shook my hand -men and women who had never noticed me be- fore, but there was a ryeality in their smiles that I didn't quite enjoy. I know 'now that they thought me a little too grand on the outside. What a stern-sonled lot those Yankees were! "All ain't gold that glitters." How often I had heard that version of the old mottol CHAPTER XVIII I Start In a Long Way I journeyed to Canton in the midst of the haying season. After the long stretches of forest road we hurried along between fragrant fields of dry- ing hay. At each tavern we first en- tered the barroom where the landlord -always a well dressed man of much dignity and filled with the news of the time, that being a part of his en- tertainment -received us with cheer- ful words. His housekeeper was there and assigned our quarters for the night. Our evenings were spent playing cards or backgammon or listening to the chatter of our host by the fireside. At our last stop on the road I opened my trunk and put on my best nut of clothes. We reached Canton at six o'clock in the evening of a beautiful summer day. I went at once to call upon the Dunkelbergs and learned from a man at work in the dooryard that they had gone away for the summer. How keen was my disappointment! I went to the tavern and got my supper and then over to Ashery Lane to see Michael Hackett and his family. I found the schoolmaster playing his violin. "Now God be praised -here is Bart!" he exclaimed as he put down his instrument and took my hands in his. "I've heard, nfy boy, how brave- ly ye've weathered the capes an' I'm proud o' ye -that I am!" I wondered what he meant for a second and then asked: "How go these days with you?" "Swift as the weaver's shuttle," he answered. "Sit you down whilI call the family. They're out in the kitchen putting the dishes away. Many hands make light labor." They came quickly and gathered a- bout me -a noisy, happy group. The younger children kissed me and sat on my knees and gave me the small news of the neighborhood. How good were the look of those friendly faces and the full -hearted pleasure of the whole family at my coming! 'What a joy for the spare room!" exclaimed the schoolmaster. "Sure I wouldn't wonder if the old bed was dancin' on its four legs this very minute." "1 intend_ to walk up to the hills to -night," I said. • "Up to the hills!" he exclaimed merrily. "An' the Hackets lyin' a- wake thinkin' o' ye on the dark road! Try it, hoy, an' ye'll get a crack with the ruler and an hour after school. er aunt and uncle will be stronger 6- 0 0 6 0 0 0 0 o FRENCH Francs ITALIAN Lire DUTCH Guilders GERMAN Marks AUSTRIAN Kronen 0 0 0 0 6 We have arranged our facili- 0 0 ties so PIS to insure satisfactory 0 0 and economical service to those 0 0 who wish to deal in foreign 0 0 cheques or currencies. Write 0 0 for further information and 0 0 prices. • 0 0 Members Toronto Stock 0 0 Exchange. 0 0 10 King Street East .0 O TORONTO 0 6 Hamilton, Brantford, Kitchener 0 0 00 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 zreto egVeritt I , PaT OeSr Itt 'BONY schoo, ates-cni the 'nntper.' a DIl4rillkerbregsuFhaantidg.t40211't0rnethl 4hiratliSk''. 'I got a letter from, Sally, this morning," Betsy went on. "She eai4. • that young Mr, I,Otour" was at the same hotel and that he and her father were good friends," , I wonder if she really enjoyed sticking this thorn into my tiesh-a thorn which made it dillictilt for me to follow the advice of the school. master and robbed me of the little peace I might have enjoyed..My faith in Sally wavered up and down until it settled at its wonted level and re- assured me. It was a perfect summer morning and I enjoyed my walk over the fa- miliar road and up into the hill coun- try. The birds seemed to sing a welcome to me. Men and Ii5.ys had known waved their hats in the hay- fields and looked at me. There are few pleasures in this world like that of a boy getting home after a long absence. My heart beat fast when I saw the house and rny uncle and Pur- vis coming in from the twenty acre lot with a load of hay. Aunt Deet stood on the front steps looking down the road. Now and then her waving handkerchief went to her eyes. Uncle Peabody carne down the standard off his load and walked toward me. "Say, stranger, have you see any- thing of a feller by the name o' Bart Baynes?" he demanded. "Have you?" I asked. "No, sir, I ain't. Gosh a'mighty! Sayl what have ye done with that boy of our'n?" "What Save you done to our house?" I asked again. Built an addition." "That's what I've done to your boy," I answered. 'Thunder an' lightniril How you've raised the roof!" he exclaimed as he grabbed my satchel. "Dressed like a statesman an' bigger'n a bullmoose. I can't 'rastle with you no more. But, say, I'll run ye a race. I can beat ye an' carry the satchel, too." We ran pellemell up the lane to the steps like a pair of children. Aunt Deel did not speak. She just put her arms around me and laid her dear old head upon my breast. Uncle Peabody turned away. Then what a silence! Off in the edge of the woodland I heatd the fairy flute, of a wood -thrush. "Purvis, you drive that load on the floor an' put pp, the horses," Uncle Peabody shouted in a moment. "If you don't like it you can hire 'nether man. I won't do no more till after dinner. This slave business is play- ej°ut." "Altright," Purvis answered. "You bet it's all right. I'm fer abolition anI've stood your domin- eerin', nigger -driver ways long ee- ough fer one mornin'. If you don't like it you can look for another man." Aunt Deel and I began to laugh at this good-natured, make-believe scolding of Uncle Peabody and the emotional strain was over. They led me into the house where a delightful surprise awaited me, for the rooms had been decorated with balsam boughs and sweet ferns. A glowing mass of violets, framed in moss, occu- pied the center of the table. The house was filled with the odors of the forest, which, as they knew, were dear to me. I had written that they might expect nee some time before noon, but I had begged them not to meet me in Canton, as I wished to walk home after my long ride. So they were ready for me. I remember how they felt the cloth on my back and how proudly they surveyed it. "Couldn't buy them goods 'round these parts," said Uncle Peabody. "Nor nothin' like 'em -no, sir." "Feels a leetle bit like the butter- nut trousers," said Aunt Dee/ as she felt my coat. "Ayes, but them butternut trous- ers ain't what they used to be when they was young an' limber," Uncle Peabody retnarked. "Seems so they was gettin' kind o' wrinkled an' bald- headed -like, 'specially where I set down." ORDER FROM.y9tt,oxi.140,, "Ayes! Wal I crusts a man can't grow old without Isis pants old, too -ayes!" said Aunt Debi "If yer legs are in em ev ry ;Um - day they ketch it of ye,", my uncle answered. "Long sermons are hard on pants, seems to roe." "An' the longer the legs the hard- er the sermons -in them little seats over 't the schoolhouse -ayes!" Aunt Deel added by way of- justifying his coniplaint. "There wouldn't be so much wear in a ten -Mile walk -nor The chicken pie was baking and the strawberries were ready for the shortcake. "I've been wallerin' since the dew was off gettin' them berries an' vi'lets -ayes!" said Aunt Deel, now busy with her work at the stove. "Aunt, you look as young as ever," I remarked. She slapped my arm and said with mock severity: "Stop that! W'y! You know better -ayes!" How vigorously she stirred the fire then. "I can't return the compliment -- my soul! how you've changedl-ayesl she remarked. hope you ain't fit no more, Bart. I can't bear to think ce you flyin' at folks an' poundin' of 'ern. Don't seem right --no, it don't." "Why, Aunt Heel, what in the world -do you mean?" I asked. "It's Purvis's brain that does the poundin', I guess," said my uncle. "It's kind o' got the habit. 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