Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1904-04-21

Uncle Terry "shc showed the bent O
her mind fore she was ten years old,
an she's pestered Inc ever since ter git
her canvas an paints an SIGH. But
then, I'm wilin ter" he added in n
tender tone. Telly's good girl, an
Lissy an me set great store by her.
She's all we've got in the world" Then
pointing to n small white stone Just to
the right of where they were, he
added, "1har's whar the other ones
been layin' fer morn twenty years.
This one has grown TO be very
beautiful girl" said Albert quietly.
"and You have reason to he proud Of
her"
Uncle Terry made no reply, but
seemed lost in a reverie, and Albert
slowly ruffed his cigar and looked out
on the ocesn and along the ever widen
ing path Of moonlight He wished
that this fair girl, SO quantity spoken
Of were there beside him, that he
might talk TO her about her art. How
it could be- managed and what excuse
to give for remaining longer than the
morrow he could not see. lie looked
toward the house. white in the moon
light. with the tall lighthouse and its
beacon fash Just beyond, and Won
dercd If he should see the girl again
that night He was on the point Of
suggesting they go in and visit little
with the ladies when Uncle Terry
said:
Il believe We called yefsclf lawyer,
Mr.. Page. an from Boston. DO We hap
pen to- know a lawyer thar that has got
eyes like cat an rubs his hands as if
he was washin' EN- while he's talk
in'?"
Albert gave start. II do, Mr.. Ter
rv," he answered. II know him we'll
His name is Frye. Nicholas Frye
An as ye'rc lawyer. an one that
looks to me as honest" continued Uncle
Terry. what is yer honest opinion of
this Mr.. Frye"
THAT is question | would rather
not answer replied Albert. until
know why you ask it and what your
| opinion of Mir Frye is. Mine might not
tiatter him. and do not believe in
speaking i'll OF anybody unless forced
| to-
Uncle Terry was silent, evidently re-
| volving serious problem in his mind
II am gOin to beg yer pardon. Mr.
Page he said at last. fer speakin
the way | did rogardin lawyers in gin
eral. My 'srcronce with 'cm has beer
! bad. an materially | don't trust zen
much. I've had some dealin's will
! this ere Frye bout matter / dom
want Ia tell bout, an the way thing.
! is worllin' amt rs they should he.
! b'lievc I'm robbed right along. an II
| ye'rc wilin' 10 help me | shal be mos
talnally grateful an will give We my
word III never let ON to anybody villa
! We say an Silas Terry never yit broke
his promise"
Albert silently offered his hand t,
Uncle Ferry. who graspcd it cordially
Il will tell YOU Mr.. Ferry" lie sale
| after the haudShake. "all know abou
Mr.. FRYE and what my opinion is o
him. What Your business with him is
matters not, | am certain YOU vii
Keep your word. recently worked TO
y
open an office for myself In that ST,
months ! became satisfied Nicholas
Frye was the most unprnciplcd villatI
ever masked under the name of lawyer
| If all those you have had business will
were like him, | don't wonder ut YOU
remark today"
Uncle Terry leaned forward, with Ell
| mn l. Is,lS = 4
| the palms OF his hands and calculated
Il knew il, | knew it. I'm blamed
old fool an ought To hey n keeper pu
over me-" Then turning to Albert III
added 'I've paid that thief over SlO'
this year an han't got a scrap of pApe
TO show fer t. an nOthin's been don,
so fer MS kin soc bout the business
lie meditatcd a few moments and thcl
turning around suddenly added: IN,
wife an Tely don't know nothn' 'bou
this. an don't want they should
Thar's Il sucker born every mint an
two TO ketch him. an hlieye it, "
been ketcbcd an skinned fer dead sure
| want To sleep ont an nebhc in tn
mornin' I'll tell yc tie hull story an
how I've been made "A fool of. I'm he
2innin' to think kin trust ye."
81 thank you for your good opinion,
answered Albert, land if | can he'll
you in any way WILL
When the two returned 10 the house
Albert was shown to room that II
minded him Of hia boyhood home, tn
Old fashioned bed. spOlless counter
pane and muslin curtains all SCENE
50 sweet and Wholesome. \ faint odo
Of lavender carried him back to tn
time when his mothers bed linen eN
halcd the same sweet fragrance. III
lighted cigar aud sat down by wiz
dow where the crisp sall sea air cam
in. ana tried to fathom what manner q
business Uncle Terry could have wit
Frye. And into this meditation ais
crept the face and form ot the girl
had first S""li ''n',i.'r" tho sunset.
GRO RE CONTINCEr)
NisguOted PrOyerb.