Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1897-11-25

| Uncle Jones wound the clock and went
into the buttery for something TO eat
He looked all around, and finally took
piece of custard pie and some cold
tea. There was an unusual quantity OF
tea, and it tasted so good that Uncle
Jones drank it down TO the very last
drop. After he had eaten all he wanted
he took his candle and went upstairs to
bed. Aunt Rosille seemed asleep and
he was glad of it. He didn't feel like
talking, least of all with Aunt Rosille.
His conscience was troubling him. lie
knew that he ought to do something for
Elder Brewster's family, but he hated
to; he fairly dreaded to give away the
things, and he couldn't bear to give
in. He thought it all over for a long
time; then he tried to put it out of his
mind and go to sleep, but he did not
feel sleepy. He twisted and turned, but
his eyes refused tostay shut.
He got up the next morning tired and
sleepy. Aunt Rosille did not seem to
notice anything, and Uncle Jones felt
relieved. He could not get the Brew
sters out of his head all day long. They
came to him out in the fields, in the
barn and even in the garden. Aunt
Rosille seemed just the same as ever;
she moved round just as briskly, and
nothing seemed to weigh on her mind,
ard she never even mentioned the do
nation party.
Tuesday night Uncle Jones prepared
to have good nights rest, but again
he felt wakeful. He Slipped out of bed
and got something to eat, hoping that
it would put him to sleep, but it was of
no use.
Wednesday morning came. He felt
all used up and thoroughly miserable.
Finally, as a last resort, he resolved to
confide in Aunt Rosille.
81 don't know what's got into me,
Rosille," he said, plaintively. 81 can't
seem to sleep nights. didn't sleep any
last night, or the night before, an if
don't sleep some soon I don't know
whatn ever become ofme. Iwish you'd
fix me up some bitters; perhaps I'd feel
better. feel all run down."
81 think it's your conscience, Anson,"
put in Aunt Rosille, mildly, "for not
helpin' Mis- Brewster. I've heard Of
just such cases."
Uncle Jones didn't say word, but he
shut the door quickly and went out to
the barn. Aunt Rosille went up into
The attic and locked over her herbs.
She smiled once or twice, and seemed in
excellent spirits.
Along in the middle of the afternoon,
she slipped on her things and ran over
to Mis- DeXter's to talk over the party.
Uncle Jones took a good dose of his
,itters that night, and his spirits rose,
for he felt sure that now he should have
rome sleep. But no! Along towards
morning he woke up Aunt Rosille. I've
stood it just as long as 1 can; an I'm
afraid I'm goin' to die. I can't seem
o get any sleep night or day. Nothin'
seems to hit my case; an I can't last
long like this" lie gave deep groan.
AUNT Rosille smiled to herself in the
darkness, but she kept perfectly still.
"Ain't you goin' to get up an git me
suthin' to talle?" inquired Uncle Jones,
rcproachfully. Aunt Rosille sat up
ftraight in the bed.
81 don't think can help you, Arson.
.Iedicine won't reach your case. It's
ny honest opinion that it's your con-
cience troublin' you because you won't
o anything for pore Mis- Brewster an
he children" She waited minute,
ut Uncle Jones was silent. Il think il
ou'd make up your mind to do your
'uty, you'd rest easy nights, an don't
clievc you ever will till you do"
'ncle Jones groaned. You wouldn't
Mss & bag of meal an side of pork"
'ncle Jones gave another groan-even
'ecper that before. AN 'twould do
sight of good. If you'll make up
our mind to do it, Dll do my level best
Y you; but it's m 9so!emn belief you'll
ever sleep peaceful again till you do"
Uncle Jones was silent, and Aunt
.csiLe rcsolutely lay down. In few
minutes she heard him say, in feeble
'oice;
on do anything, Rosille, if you'll
My git up an help me. I'll even give
chi bushel of potatoes"
Aunt Rosille was all attention. "Be-
ides the meal an the pork?"
YES, I'll do even that" said Uncle
ones, desperately.
Aunt Rcsille got up Immediately and
vent downstairs. In few minutes she
vas back with cup Of hot catnip tea.
There, Arson, drink this. It'll do you
rood, an put you to sleep, I'm sure, now
our minds easy"
Uncle Jones drank it to the very last
|rop, and in few minutes he was peace
ully sleeping.
Aunt Rosile lay awake for a long
ime, and thought over the donation
arty.-WCman's Journal.
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