The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-10-20

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This was Southport in summer. but
in winter, when the little harbor at
the Cape was icebound, the winding
road to the head Of the island buried
beneath drifts and the people often for
weeks at time absolutely cut off
from communication with the rest sof
the world, it was place cherries in
it's desolation. Like so many wood
chucks then the residents kept within
doors or only stirred out to cut wood,
fodder the stock and shovel paths SO
that the children could go to school.
The days were short and the. evenings
long. and to get together and spend
hours in labored conversation the only
pastime. 1t was one of those long even
ings and when Aunt Lissy and Telly
were at neighbours and Uncle Terry,
left to himself, was reading every line,
including the advertisements, in the
last Journal. that the following met
his eye:
WANTED Information that will lead
to the discovery of an heir to the estate
of one Eric Peterson, landowner and
shipbuilder of Stockholm, Sweden, whose
son, with his wife, child and crew. was
known to have been wrecked on the coast
OF Maine in March, 1877. Nothing has
ever been heard Of said Peterson or his
wife, but the child may have been saved.
Any one having information that will lead
to the discovery of this child will be
amply rewarded by communicating with
NICHOLAS FRYE Attorney at Law. =
Pemberton Square, Boston.
"Waal, I'll be everlastin'ly gol darn
ed" Uncle Terry exclaimed after he
had read it for the third time. IF this
don't beat all natur Pm a goat"
1t was fortunate he was alone, for it
gave him time to think the matter
over, and after half an hour of aston
ishment he decided to say nothing to
his wife or Telly.
''I'll jist breathe easy an sag up"
he said to himself, "same as though 1
was crossin' thin ice, an if nothin'
comes ont nobody III be the worse for
worryin'."
Then he cut the slip out and hid it in
his black leather wallet, and then cut
out the entire page and burned it,
'IAAAuAA CAV 0ASA CULTS CI0Ct6IS
they'd be sure to want to know what
I'd cut out O. that page" he said to
himself, "an' never rest till told 'em.''
When Aunt Lissy and Telly came
home Uncle Terry was as composed
as rock and sat quietly putting his
pipe, with his feet on top of a chair
and pointing toward the fire.
Were you lonesome, father?'' asked
Telly, who usually led conversation in
the Terry home 1--WE stopped at Bas-
CONS, and you know he never stops
talking" -
'He's worse'n burdock burs ter git
away FROM" answered Uncle Terry,
IAN We can't be perlite ter him unless
ye want t. spend the rest O. yer life
listenin'. His tongue allus seemed ter
be hung in the middle an wag both
ways. l wasn't lonesome" he contin-
ued, rising and adding a few sticks
to the fire as the two women laid aside
their wraps and drew chairs up. 1--WE
read the paper purity well through an
had spell O. livin' over bygones," and
then, turning to Telly and smiling, he
added: Il got thinkin' o. the day We
came ashore, an mother she got that
excited she. sot the box We was in on
the stove an then put more wood in.
It's wonder she didn't put We in the
stove instead o. the wood!'
AS this joke was not new to the lis
teners no notice was taken of it, and
the three lapsed into silence.
Outside the steady boom of the surf
beating on the rocks came with monot-
onous regularity, and inside the clock
licked. For long time Uncle Terry
sat and smoked on in silence, resum-
ing, perhaps, his bygones, 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, l bout forgot 'em.
1 s'pose We hain't lost 'em, hev YEP"
"Why, no, father she answered,
little surprised. II hope not They
are all in box in my bureau, and no
one ever disturbs them"
Eye wouldn't mind fetchin' 'em now,
would ye Telly?' he continued after