The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1903-05-16

to be long tell we gwine to see Miss Lucy
and has to give an account of our dom s.
De ole bigger man won be spected to
say much mo dan he done all he could by
lie family dat owned him. But de Wey-
mouths, dey must say dey been llyln pure
aud fearless and widout reproach. Gimme
dis valiSe Marse Robert m gwine to
hab it. I'm gwine to take 1t back to the
bank aud lock it mp in de vault I'm
gsyiue to do Miss Lucy's biddin' Turn
er loose. NarSe Robert.
The train was standing at the station.
Some men were pushing trucks along its
side Two or three sleepy passengers got
of aud wandered away into the night.
The conductor stepped to the gravel,
swung his lantern and called: Hello,
Frank ut some one invisible. The bell
changed. the brakes hissed, the conductor
drawlcd: An aboard
Mr.. Robert released his hold on the
satchel Uncle Bushrod hugged it to his
breast with both arms, a. lover clasps
his first beloved
Take it back with you, Bushrod. -
said Mr.. Robert. thrustiug his hands into
his pockets. And let the subject drop
now mind You've said quite enough.
I'm going to take this train Tell Mr..
William | will be back on saturday Good
night.
The banker climbed the steps Of the
moving train and disappeared in a coach
Uncle Bushrod stood motiouless, still EN-
braciug the precious satchel His eyes
were closed and his lips were moving in
thanks 10 the Master above for the saliva
;ion Of the Weymouth honor He knew
Mr. Robert would return when he SAID he
would The Weymouths never lied. Nor
now. thank the Lord could il be said that
they embezzle,l the money in banks
Then, awake to the necessity for
further guardianship of Weymouth trust
funds, the old man started for the bank
with the redeemed satchel
Three hours from Weymouthville, in the
zray lawn. Mr. Robert alishted from the
train at lonely flag station. Dimly he
esali see the figure of man waiting on
the platform, and the shape of a spring
wagon team and driver Half dozen
lengthy bamboo fshiug.Poles projected
from the wagon rear.
You re here. Bob, said Judge Arch
jaari Mr.. Roberts old friend and school
u,ate. les going TO be royal day for
6shjuz. | thought you said-why. didn
yoa bring along the stuff
The president Of the Weymouth Bank
taok Of hi, hat and rumpled his gray locks
We'll. Ben, TO tell you the truth
there's an internally presump,uous old
aig-er belonging in my family that broke
up the arrangement He came down to
,he depot and vetoed the whole proceed
in.. lie means all right and--well |
reckon be- i, night somehow, be had
found cut what had along though hid
L IN The bank vault and sneaked il out at
midnight reckon he has noticed that
I've been indulging little more than
gentleman should. and he laid for me with
SOME rea-hin. arguments.
I'm going to quit drinking Mr.
Robert concluded I've come to the
conclusion that man can keep it up and
BE- quite what he ike TO be-pure and
felrlss, ana without reproaeh that's the
SAY old Bushrpd quoted it.
Wei. IN have to admit, said the
judge, thoughtfally, As they climbed into
The wagon, that the old darky's argu-
mcat can couscientiously be overruled -
still, said Mr.. Robert, with ghost
ii a sigh, there was two quarts Of the finest
old silk velvet Bourbon in that satchel you
ever wet your lips with