Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-03-18

vills; tuant week before - Was
up'n about snd that gave jim asskt.n
-. They ought "a have bad jim. q
my thinkin
And 50 Uncle Stanton would rattle
On. The gossip o. the village all
came 70 him somehow he never for
got what he heard. ana very little
happened il the place that did not il
some shape OF other reach Uncle
Stanton's ears Concerning himself.
however. he was strangely reticeut
Sometimes / would stop at the shop
door IN che early evenings when the
sun was setting back of tie hiHs and
throwing its golden mellow 81 che
roofs Of the farm houses and lingering
il tho tree tops. Uncle stanton a.
ways sat there smoking his pipe. and
when he had no one TO talk to would
gaze OF upon the road in dreamy 81
lence. He always had : CHEEKY sort
Of welcome for me. and used to think
that he was freer with me than any
one else. Perhaps it was because
was very young.
One day-it was 4 year OF more az
ter had made Uncle Stanton's ac-
quaintance- he said to me suddenly
"Davy. my boy. the world isn't so very
big, and the people in it often run
amuck when they don't calkerlate."
We were Iounging at the doorway,
and Uncle stanton was seated on the
raised floor with his back against the
easement. pressing down the tobacco
in his pipe with the end Of his stubby
finger
what is it, uncleP1 / queried.
There seemed 90 be something ON his
mind. and I faDcied lie wanted to talk
to me.
''Sit down here, lad. and Ill tell you
little story. les astory there's none
left to tell but me. and I'm agoin' to
let ye hear il. Dsyy, because you've
bin good and because in y'r face I've
found the only comfort I've had many
> long day. You don't know how
those eyes Of your'n have gone to my
heart how they've brought me back
TO when my boy Harry was SO much
like you that sometimes when I've
looked at you I've stepped my work
and Let my irons grow cold.
Had he forgotten what ne was about
to- say? He had paused and was
searching his waistcoat pocket for
match, and his head was bent down.
As.he relit bis pipe andlpuffed II into
glow saw that his eyes were moist
and bis hand was trembling. I edged
close TO him, and placedi my hand on
his arm.
"He was happy little chap. Davy.
and the folks o. the village used to fill
us with feelin's sort o. pride like. by
the things they would say Of him. You
see. he was smarter'n q whip. and IL
thar WAS anythin' agoin' on among
the young folks Harry was At the head
Of it. Well. he growed up and got to
readin1 MI kinds o. books with larnin'
in 'em that set his minds wanderin',
and then aounnhow Harru vwaa changed
like and didn't care for our old-fash-
ionedl ways; he wanted TO 60 70 the
big city. and ct last one day he went.
"Di6 be run away, uncle,p ! asked.
s.runsaway and leave yoms
eyes, he ran away, nhvy, leavin' me
an mother; mother who loved him
and who used 70 pray for him every
night until my hearts would get TO,
bleedfm'l He ran away. Davyl He.
didn't come to as like Tie little man
he used to be, but he stole away one
nighE, It was just after harvestin' time
and then, but he never writ to us--
never writ to motheEi''
Tie old man touched his eyes with
bis. aprOn and drew hard On his pipo.
al this was years ago. but / have
not forgotten the dep impression It
made on me ibis sd. worn face.
which seemed 90 mnch more troubled
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