Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1904-04-14

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NICHOLAS FRYE, Attorney at La W,
Pemberton Square, Boston.
WAL. I'll be everlastin'ly gol darn
ed"' Uncle Terry exclaimed after he
had reld it for the third time. IF thit
don't beat all natur I'm a goat
1t was fortunate he was alone. for il
gave him time to think the mnttof
over, and after half an hour of aston
iahmcnt he decided to say nothing Il
his wife or Tclly.
I'll jist breathe easy an soy up.'
he said to himself, Same as though
was crossin' thin ice, an II nothin'
comes ont nobody II he the worse foi
worryin'."
Then he cut the slip out and hid it in
his black leather wallet. and then cut
out tho entire page and burned it.
"Wiminin are SIGH curls c~rcctcrs
they'd be sure TO want to know what
I'd cut ont o that page" hc said 70
himself, AN never rest till | told en-
When Aunt Lissy and 1elly came
home Uncle Terry was as composed
as a rock and sat quietly putting h.s
pipe. with his feet on top of a chair
dlIu DplHiDlS tOWdlh tnt ults
Were you lonesome. father asked
Telly. who usually led conversation in
the Terry home. I'VE stopped at Bos.
CONS. and YOU know he never stopf
talking"
He's wcasc'n burdock burs ter 81,
away from" answered Uncle Tory
IAN We can't be perlite ter him unlest
yc want { spend the rest o yer lift
listenin'. His tongue allus seemed tei
be hung in the middle an wag hOth
ways. | wasn't lonesome" he contiu
ued. rising and adding a few st.ch.
to the fire as the two women laid aside
their wraps and drew chairs up. I've
read the paper purity well through an
had a spell o. Twin over %bygones," and
then, turning to Tclly and smiling. he
added: II got thinkin' o the day "a
came ashore, an mother she got that
excited she sot the box ye was in OF
the stove an' then put more wood in
It's 4 wonder she didn't put ye in the
stove instead o. the wood"
AS this joke was not new to the lis
teners nc notice was taken Of it, and
the three lapsed into silence.
outside tho steady boom of the srri
beating on the rocks came with monot
onous regularity, and inside the clocb
licked. For a long time Uncle Terry
sat and smoked on in silence. resum.
ing, perhaps. his byeones, and then
said: by the way, Telly, what's be
come O. them trinkets o yourn We had
on that day? It's been so long now
most twenty years. I bout forgot EN-
! s'pose We hain't lost EN-, hev yef'
why. no. father she answered, 1
little surprised. Il hope not. They
are all in a box in my bureau, and nc
one ever disturbs them"
"Yc wouldn't mind fetchin' en- now
would yc. Telly:' he continued after
drawing a long Whit of smoke and
slowly emitting it in rings. Its hocn
so many years. an since I got thinkiU
bout it I'd like to take a look at ON
Jest to remind me o that krtunats
day We came 10 us
The girl arose and, going upstairs. re.
turned with 4 small tin box shaped like
a trunk and. drawing the table up in
front of Uncle Terry. set the box down
upon it. As he opened it she percheG
herself on the arm of his chair and
leaning against his shoulder, passed one
arm caresSingly around his neck and
watched him take out the contents.
First came a soft. fceCy blanket. theu
two little garments, once whitest nus
lin. but now yellow with age, and then
another smaller one of flannel. Pinned
to this were two tiny shoes of knitted
- " IT, 49, - 49, 49, ,-- .
small wooden shoe, and though clumsy
in comparison. yet evidently fashioned
& TO fit a lady's foot. Tucked in this wat
] n little box tied with faded ribbon, and
in this We're a locket and chain. two
rings and 4 scrap of paper. The writ
Y ing on the paper, once hastily sCrawled
by n despairing mothers hand, had al
I most faded, and inside the locket wert
] two faces. one a mans with strongly
marked features. the other girlish With
{ big eyes and hair in curls.
c These were all the heritage Of this
waif of the sea who now. n fair girl
Y with eyes and face like the wOman'S
a picture. was leaning on the shoulder
I of ner foster father, and they told a
pathetic tale Of life and death: of TO-
9 nance and mystery not yet unwovcn.
@ How many times that orphan girl
had imagined what that tale might hc;
how often before shr had examined
every one Of those mute tokens; how
n many times gazed with mute eyes az
the faces in the lockct: and how. -
y the years bearing her onward toward
t maturity passed, had she hoped and