The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1904-05-06

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 Mt time absolutely cut off
from communication with the rest Of
the world, 1t was q place cheerless in
Its 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 niaborcd conversation the only
pastime. 1t was one Of those long even
fngs and when Aunt Lissy and Telly
were at a neighbor's and Uncle Terry,
left to himself, was reading every line,
Including the Advertisements, in the
Hast Journal, that the Following met
his eye:
- sWANTED.-Inform that will lead
to the discovery OF an heir to the estate
of one Eric Peterson, q landowner and
shfpbuilder OF Stockholm. Swed1E, whose
son. with his wife, child and dew, was
known to have been wrecked on the coast
ever been heard OF said Peterson or his
wife. but the child may have been saved.
Any one havin <information that will lead
to the discovery Of this child will be
amply rewarded by communicating with
NICHOLAS FRYE, Attorney at Law, -
Pembertc- SQUARE, Boston.
"Waal, I'll be everlastin'ly gol darn
ed! Uncle Terry exclaimed after he
had read 1t for the third time. eff this
don't beat ail natur I'm 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
lshment he decided to say nothing to
his wife or Telly.
'Ill jist breathe easy an sag up"
he said to himself, "same as though
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 1t.
"Wimmin are sich curis creeters
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 q chair
and pointing toward the fire.
Were you lonesome, father?" asked
Telly, who usually led conversation I'm
the Terry home. 1--WE stopped at Bas-
CONS, and you know he never stops
talking"
A. r~sA
away FROM" answered Uncle Terry,
"an' ye can't be perlite ter him unless
ye want t spend the rest O. yer life
listenin'. His tongue allus seemed tor
be hung In the middle an wag both
ways. I wasn't lonesome" he contin-
ued, rising and adding o few sticks
to the fire as the two women laid aside
their wraps and drew chairs up. "I'ye
read the paper purity well through an
had a spell O. livin' over bygones," and
then. turning to Telly and smiling, he
added: II got thinkin' o. the day ye
came ashore, an mother she got that
excited she sot the box ye was in On
the stove an then put more wood in.
It's wonder she didn't put ye In the
stove instead o. the woodp
AZ this Joke was not new to the lis
teners no notice was taken Of 1t, 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 ye had
on that day? It's been so long now,
most twenty years. bout forgot 'em.
s'pose ye hain't lost 'em, hey YER
why. no.- father" she answered, a