The Plymouth Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1878-1901, 1901-07-04

reception at the little farm. And
what would the answer say, and
when would it come, and how
soon could the wandering son be
reunited with that father and
mother? A thousand new
thoughts surged in the boys
mind, thousand new emotions
swelled his heart. All the hap
piness of which he had been de-
prived during the dark years of
his captivity and slavery seemed
to have sprung up within him at
once and SammayJohn's delight
was unbounded at the spectacle
of the transform alton.
Sammy John had taken his
young friend to a lawyer &C
quaintance at Philadelphia and
the case was fully explained and
discussed with the following
conclusions: either or both of
Angus's parents might be dead;
they might have removed to a
different part of Scotland; An
gus was too young to be sent
out on so long a journey with so
much doubt as to its Ontcome; it
would require at least four to six
months to get reply to the let
t r; it would be best for Angus
to remain with his protector un-
til definite news should come;
the reply should be directed to
the lawyer, who should open it
on its receipt and take any steps
that might be Immediately re-
quired, forwarding it, in the
meantime, to Sammy Johns post
by the first opportunity. Angus
believed that reply would come
speedily, if not his father him
self, and that in less than year
he would be happily ensconced on
the old Scotch farm, his suffer
ings but a memory to be related
to the gaping chiefs in then eigh-
borhood, to whom Aberdeen was
the only known place away from
home.
! The trader and the boy were
travelling, then, to the west, and
they were to proceed to the edge
of the hostile country and there
await the little train of pack laden
horses coming more slowly be-
hind. Being we'll mounted they
were able to amble along at good
speed. They were on a main
travelled road leading through a
rolling and sometimes billy cOun-
try, we'll Watered and, as the
times were then, thickly settled;
where now, on practically the
same road, the houses of pros
porous farmers almost touch each
other for miles, then they were
frequently miles apart. The
|sprlng sun lighted up the spring
Iverdure gloriously and a gentle
zephyr whispered among the
leaves, just strong enough to
catch the thin columns of smoke
ascending from the farm houses
and twist them into lazy spirals
high in the air. Everything
spoke peace and satisfaction and
| the hearts of our two travellers
echoed the sentiment.
| "Huhw laughed Sammy John,
as they were riding at walk up
"a gentle winding slope, ''you
should have seen Old Skinfini
| swallow the leek when l threat
ened his trade. He was as limp
as a ripping rill the movment be
caught my meaning and if | haC
asked him for his young Cocka
trice Of a son | truly think the
varlet would have been thrown
into the bargain. l must say fol
4 Jim Floyd that if he is graspine
he knows when to let go. There
J was a funny thing in that con
, fab," continued the trader after
a slight pause; talked English
just like a school teacher.
guess you don't know that
taught school several years bach
in Providence colony before
) went rowing. Well, | had forgot
ten all that and the rough speech
of the woods had grown into me
but when | got before that mar
, and all my old christianity begar
to bile and sizzle in me | dropped
right back into decent human
lspeech and. please God, l CUES:
III keep on talking it. 1t makes
, me feel like washing up and put
: ting on Sunday clothes. 1t seem.
to me that a clean man speaking
a clean tongue is more apt tt
keep reputable than another
Did your mother teach you tt
prav2''