The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-12-01

need not feel obligated for it." He
kept on after Uncle Terry, not wishing
to waste any time, but she followed to
add more thanks, ending with, God
bless We, sir, an may he warm the
heart O. one good girl, fer ye desarve
it."
When he had donned suit of oilers
and Uncle Terry was pulling out of the
little cove Albert said: ''That old lady
is the most pious person I ever met.
No one could doubt she means every
word she says"
"Waal, it's about all the consolation
she gifts out O. life, an 'twixt you an
me, she takes more'n all the rest O
the believers here" answered Uncle
fer it. She's sorter cracked bout re-
ligion; leastwise that's my notion, an
mebbe it's lucky she is, seems she's
poor an nothin' but that fer comfort.
She's smart huff other ways, though,
an there amt nothin' goin' on here she
don't know. She's kind hearted, too,
an if she had anything ter give she'd
share her last cent with ye If emmy
body's sick she's allus ready to help.
Thar's lots O. Wuss folks in the world
than the Widder Leach" And then,
as if that crowned the sum total Of her
virtues, he added, ''Telly an Lissy
thinks lots O. her."
He paused for breath and, turning to
see if they were heading right, re-
sumed his strong and steady pulling.
'Thar," observed Uncle Terry, point
ing to long and narrow ledge, sis
whar Telly started fer shore all alone
just nineteen years ago last March,"
And then he added while he watched
Albert's averted face. "'Twas an on
lucky day fer the poor sailors an a
lucky one fer us, fer she's been heap
O. comfort ever since:'
'Tell me, Uncle Terry, why it is she
feels so sensitive regarding her history
and what is the cause of the peculiar
moods you spoke Of last summer. 1
noticed it last evening, and it panied
me very much"
cts hard tellin'. She's a girl that's
given ter broodin' a good deal, an
mebbe when she was told the facts she
began ter suspect some O. her ances-
tors would be lookin' her up some day.
She allus has been good deal by her.
self sence she got her schoolin', an most
likely dom lots O thinkin'. But Telly's
all right, an the most willin' an tender
hearted creetur I ever seen or heard
on. She'll make an amazin' good wife
fer some man If she ever finds the
right 'un."
When they reached the island Uncle
Terry landed and, going to the top of
cliff, scanned the sea for signs of fish.
'Mackerers Gurus fish," he observed
to Albert, who had followed. "They's
a good deal like some wimmin-ye
never know whar ter find 'em. Yester-
day mornin' that cove jest inside o. the
pint was live with 'em, an today
can't see a sign o. one. We better sit
here an wait a spell till I sight a
school,"
To dreamer like Albert Page the
limitless ocean view he now enjoyed
lifted him far above mackerel and
their habits. His mind was also occu-
pied good deal by Telly, and while he
desired to please the kindly old man,
who imagined fishing would entertain
him, his heart was not in it.
Don't let us worry about the mack
erel, Uncle Terry" he observed as they
seated themselves on top of a cliff.
This lone, uninhabited island and the
view here will content me until your
fish are hungry"
1T allus sets me thinkin', too, an
wonderful whar we cum from an
what we air here for. An our STAY is
so amaZin' short besides! We air born,
grow up, work spell, git old an die,
an that's the end. Why, it don't seem
only last year when cum to the Cape,
an it's goin' nigh on to thirty now,
an I'm almost through my spell O. life.
What puzzles me is what's the good O.
soein' born at all if we've got ter die so
'oon! An, more'n all that, if life's the
Lords blessin', Is the wilder b'lieves,
why are so mary only born to suffer or
be crippled all their lives? An why are
oAdhcS III oil SOftS U NermlQ 10 say
nothin' O. cheatin' lawyers, like Frye,
ever born at all?''
Albert smiled at the coupling of Frye
with vermin. "There are a good many
wiser heads than mine, Uncle Terry,
that have never been able to answer
your question" he replied, land
doubt if they ever will. To my mind
the origin of life is an enigma, the
wide variations in matters of health
and ability an injustice, and the end
blank wall that none who scales ever
recrOsses with tidings Of the beyond.
AS some one has expressed it: Life is
narrow vale between the cold and bar
rem peaks of two eternities! We strive
In vain to look beyond the heights.
We cry aloud, and the only answer is
the echo Of our wailing cry"
can right thar put in Uncle Terry
earnestly, SIS whar allus envy the
believers, as the wilder calls 'em, fer
they are satisfied what is beyond an
have it all pict'rd out in thar minds,
even to what the streets are paved
with an the kind O. music they're