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NaltCf has been nafQ, he Salu,
"but / can't say | deserve much more.
lived in a way that brought US all
into debt, and ] have caused him a lot
of worry in getting out, and you know,
Hiram, what, debt is, especially to a
man who feels that he would not rob
any one in the world.
AT this moment the conversation was
interrupted by a shout.
Looking in tho direction from which
it came a man was seen standing on
the fence, waving his arms angrily.
"That's Walter,' said the old man
as he commenced shoveling for dear
life. 'He wants me to get this ditch
finished and the tile laid in it before
the frost comes
'No, Hiram, can't go shooting
with you this time. Walter can spare
me, and l amt got any money to get
powder and shot with, though I guess I
could borrow Thompson's gun if 1
wanted it. But, I tell you, if you come
back seven years from now, when l
amt got nothing to do, we will 20 out
hunting again and have good time
just the same as we used to. You have
not got plug of chewing tobacco, have
you?'
emo"
"City folks don't chew much, do
they? Walter said itwas Il dirty and cx-
pensive habit, and he made me STOP but
sometimes | get chew when go to a
thrashing on logging bee."
tion to walk over to the other field and
bag the brilliant Walter instead of 90.
ing to the woods to hunt for inoffensiw
squirrels. He felt that he would enjoy
putting charge Of cold lead into him
about as much as he used to enjoy put
ting it into skunk But he restrained
himself and walked back to the woods.
There he sat down on an old oak log,
wondering-for his heart for once in
many years was full of the kindliest
feoling-if it would not be worthy
deed to buy the freedom of his old
friend. He could certainly find some
way of doing it without causing toe
much talk, and it would be deed of
charity that might do something to soft
en- the hardness Of his past life. But as
he thought it all over and remembered
how the old man was looking forward
to a good time coming he paused. After
all, what was the difference between
them?
The old man was a slave to his son,
and he was simply a slave to his busi
ness He was looking forward to good
time coming when he would be able to
retire and live on his wealth. But he
ing he had given himself, he could not
live if he We're not at the head of the
corporation he had built up and still
struggling fiercely to make more money
money for which he had no need
Perhaps, after all, the old man was as
happy as he, and if he set him free now
he would simply take from him the on
ly thing he was working for and look
ing forward to and make him end his
life in sordid inactivity. The old man
had something to live for, something to
hope for, something to look forward to-
and he had as good chance of realiz-
ing it as most people have III this world.
If he interfered he would be what most
charitable people are-merely a med
dler.
And he was right. While he was sit
ting in the woods old Sam was digging
away in the. ditch, with his heart full
of happy anticipations of the good time
he would have when he was 70 and his
old friend, Hiram Pratt, would come
back and go out hunting with him. ---
Truth