The St. Louis Republic., 1900-09-02

given up and that I am going to fight It
out to the last"
Il am mighty glad to hear from the boy"
said the father. Caleb has been q good
boy. He never brought an ache nor pain
to his nanny and me. and he always did
Just what Re said. and IL he says he will
come out am going to believe In him."
To one who has seen the neat and natty
young man now convicted OF serious
charge the contrast between the father
and TIE son would be surprising. Amos
Powers is not yet 60 years old. He Will
round off his three-score years on the lIth
OF next December. He is In comparatively
feeble health and no longer does work
about the farm. He was attired In plain
blue overalls. such as machinists wear IN
their workshops. striped shirt. much
soiled. with the collar attached. and rough
brogan shoes. His general appearance
showed the sacrifice that the parents had
made that their children might get a
chance to go to school" An unusually
high forehead, topped by mass OF hair
which was grizzled rather than gray. light
brown eyes. a straight nose. rather large
with a mouth which showed none too
much OF determination. concealed in
father OF the boy whose name has become
known to the entire country. Wrinkles
have almost distorted the features of the
old man. yet 1t is no effort 10 see that II
is an intelligent face. Yet you wonder
where Caleb Powers got the courage and
determination. as well as the almost Indian
like stoicism, which he displayed during the
progress of the trial. The question is
She had come from the kitchen. where
she was preparing dinner. and leaned on
the facing OF the door leading TO the porch
She had heard Caieb's name mentioned. and
she wished to hear the news. Dressed even
more simply If possible than her husband.
she wore a plain calico dress. which hung
down loose from the shoulders. The sleeves
We're rolled up to the elbows. and the arms
thus barred to view were brown ana
sinewy, rather those of an athlete than
of an aged woman. The face was the face
Of Caleb, wrinkled with time and with the
trials of an arduous life. The forehead,
jutting out above eyes that are both blue
and brown, the determined Jaw and lips
pressed close together were like the sons.
Simple. unlearned, there was determine
ton of purpose written all over the features
of that face. 1t could love. 1t could hate,
quietly, but as fierceiy as the burning OF
hidden fire.
do you think he will have to serve his
sentence?' she asked quietly, as IL COM
menting on the weather.
His lawyers say not a day of IT," was the
reply.
I'm powerful glad to hear hit.'' she said,
with the mountain pronunciation Of the
last word, but she did not let her lips utter
the story that her eyes had told.
: q afternoon paper of the day before had
been brought out and the old people lis
story of the sons removal from George
town to the Jail at Louisville. Bound Like
the Beasts of the Field" was the flaming
headline telling of the taking of the prison.
er in handouts to the jail.
'If 1 had anything to do with II, II
wouldn't have been like that" said the
mother of the boy. with quiet determine
ton expressed in her voice. Then changing
her tone she said Hospitality. Dinner is
read: come right in."
Right in meant passing through the
house to the porch in the rear. where din
ner was served for the sake of GOODNESS.
Bacon, corn and beans. corn bread, baked
in skillet. buttermilk and sweet milk and
mountain honey-this was the bill of fare.
Eaten with the appetite, necessary sequel
of the long and rough ride on horseback.
and with the sauce of the fresh mountain
air. nothing could have been more enjoy
able