The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-04-13
CHAPTER XIV.
IN THE VILLAGE GRAVEYARD.

IN THE VILLAGE GRAVE AhD.
Ithad not been an encouraging summer
for aun ty. She had had only half her
usual nu mber OF boarders. her health had
been poor and often day after day passed
with no c, Ill for Ira's professional services.
Babe had become an unusually good piano
PLAYER and had two little music scholars.
That helped some. but aunty worried in
secret as she had never before. Her
pecuniary Il oubles were bad enough, but
added to this was her growing weakness,
an increasing difficulty in breathing freely
and q nearly constant pain between the
shoulder-blad ss. Ira was also sorely
troubled and his plain face and honest
blue eyes show ed it more often than he
was aware OF. He had gone to DR.. Heron
two or three times and talked over matters
and had asked f)r advice as to what to do.
The old physical had urged him not to
do any mental IL Dor.
eve all have to pass through it; 'twon I
hurt YOU in the nd it'll prove what sand
there il in YOU" aid he. But unless you
are actually starving don't on any account
hire ont 10 any OnN or do days work Tor
farmers. That will cheaper you, lower
your dignity, and people will form a poor
orinion of vour abili ties. Take it home to
vourself: would you hunt around
some hav field looking for sunburned,
callous-handed man, wearing an old chip
hat. overalis and sweaty shirt and nothing
else. TO come and take charge OF sick
member of your family? Appearances,
Ira, have much to do with professional
success. Dress neatly, be prompt, earn
! kaA Nd mil
get there by and by"
The old doctor never neg lected an OPP
portunity to throw business in the young
pne's wav, but most people would call re-
peatedly and wait for hours Tor the busy
DR.. Heron when they could have had DR..
Davies immediately
"Doctor." said Mr. Lorraine to the young
man who had called to borr0 W a book, 1T 8
getting cold weather now, and I'm grow
ing too old to be out much in the cold. /
wont sell Charlie; I think too much OF
him. He don't get exercise enough, and
Ii Won will take him out occasionally and
also use him instead OF going to the livery
when you need horse TO make call, i
would take it as favor, for l won't trust
him with my man-that blamed fool OF q
Speckles."
So the young man was not without help
full friends.
One afternoon early in the last month
of fall Ira took his gun and started out TO
see ii be could get a shot at a duck. He
followed up the old trout stream until he
reached the pasture, where years be-
fore he had had that fight with the
black bull. The bull was dead and gone
long ago. but the old stone heap was still
there. 1t was an enormous heap now,
twice the size il was when he had
used it for q. fortress, for part Of the farm
of Capt. Lanes was go stony that 1t went
by the name of Lanes stone quarry.
He got into his old position on the
fence, and his thoughts drifted into an
idle reverie in which the incidents
OF that April day, his subsequent life and
his present troubles were In q confused
tumble Suddenly he was reused by q
new thought; for once in his life he had
an inspiration. He jumped down from
the fence and walked to the pile and ex
amined the round, hard stones closely
then he turned and walked over to the
old-fashioned farmhouse of Capt Lanes
He met young Lane-a nephew OF the
captains, who had been recently brought
from the back country districts to live
with the old people-just about entering
The house.
as your uncle in?" he asked.
''Yas. he's in all Their time naow; got
he rheumerticks in his arm an crosser' I
sawbuck. Come in"
The captain, gloomy and fretful, wa.
sitting in an easy chair in front OF the
great open fireplace in which burned 4
small FIRE, for the day was raw and cold.
Young Lane walked in ahead, kicked
the dog out of the way, which yelped anC
skunk into a corner. and then he turned
L. L I
under his eOat-tails, with his side to nj
uncle, and said: Here's Doc Qavi'
wants 10 see yer"
Reuben" cried the old man angrily
"you've kicked the dog an shall kicl
yonw and he arose, swung back his foo
and aimed a deliberate kick at hi
nephew, but Reuben stepped quick,
aside, and the high iron railing tina
circled the fireplace caught the old man
instep and he sank back into his chair
doubled up with pain, and rubbing hi
foot. and eursing and bowling.
Mrs. Lane stuck her head in from tn
kitchen.
whats the matter, cap'en; has it too
you bad agin?"
''Shet up and git out o. here" yelle
the infuriated husband.
The head promptly disappeared and tn
captain CoILluu6Q grooming ana RrOWllQ
and grumbling until he was exhausted.
After few minutes lull in the tempes
Ira spoke:
Captain. what are You going to do wit
that pile Of cobbles down in the trou
stream PASTURE"
The captain elsred at the insultin
doctor He thought it was a drive at hi
stony land.
Ram EN- down your damn gulle., {
any other damn mans outlet that asi
damn-fooi questionsP' he shouted passion
ateiy ct the top of his voice.
"Oh, cap'en, you didn't have your sigl
fup yit" said Mrs. Lane, running in wit
bottle and spoon. She caught hiI
with his mouth open and plunged III
medicine down his throat before he wa
ready for it. While no was coughing an
.strangling, and Mrs. Lane was poundin
him vigorously on the back, Ira conclude
that II was poor day 10 talk busine!
with Mr.. Lane and went out.
Reuben followed him and said: Mus
mine the OF man. Doc He's kinda aol
o. sorts. What waz you a drivin' at aboI
the stun heap? Hes gin me that paster
well, i was in earnest" said Ir
haiti you take for that heap?"
"What on airth do yeh want il fun
The amt no good fur pills, be they?"
II don't know as 1 want it at all; onl
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