Holbrook argus., 1909-10-12
Unc.7 Her-iey and the Roo&>-.s
 By Hayden Carrl.h
Copyright, by !. D. Iii .,2inc,.- Cul

ways rested heavily on our town HlF ing not shadow of bush 2; o :. .-. T to he has made other leo a's L :. ness his own, and CCLed a (. it T season and out-esl ecia y out II there is a thing which nobody wan S done, to this Uncle Bentley al pli,s his busy hand.
 One warm summer Sunday We were ali at church. Our T9E lc had ta en the passage on tu-n.cg the other cheek. or one akin to .,., or his text and was preaching on "eIce and quiet and non resistance. I,e soon had us in devOut mood which must have been beautiful to see and encouraging to the good man.
 Of course, Uncle Bentley was there he always wGs. and forever in a front pew. with his neck craned uI looking backward to see il there was anything that didn't need d0ing which he coL:L dc. lie aIvays t'G.lC: d with the fires in the V '. CT cG1 !ussed wi :, the windows in ''-a s CT. and d.d his worst with each. !i's strongest hurch IOint Uas usheTicg Not con tent to usher tFe ST 7 2 V Iia o'l gates, he would usher q, of us. and ". ways tfrus, us into rows with ~' t'e reorle we didn't want to sit wi T. If yoI fai cd to tolow hin Vh-a Ea took you in toy. Fc would or arf ook back rerr~ acI ru'ly, dCsr. .bi0 Q T ighty indrawing curves with his qrm: and if you rretendcd not to sce him. he would give a low whistle e at-rcct your attention, the arm work ing right along, like a Holland wind mill
 On this particular warm summer Sunday Uncle Bentley vas in place wearing his long. full-skirted coa-. a queer, dark, bottle-g cen. purplish blue. He had ushered to his own ex ceeding joy, and got two men in one pew, and given them a single hymn book, who wou dn't on week-d ys speak to each other. c Sht to men ton that we had long b. ore made a verb of Uncle Bentley. To unclebent ley was to do the wrong thing.
 The minister was floating along sn- OOthly on the subject of peace when Uncle Bentley was observed to throw up his head He had heard a sound outside. It was really nothing but one of Deacon Runners young roosters growing. The deacon lived near, and vocal offerings from his poultry were frequent and had ceased to interest anyone except Uncle Bent. ey. Then in the pauses between the preachers periods We heard the fl lp- ping of wings, with sudden stOpTings and startingS. Those unregene ate fowls, unable to understand the good mans words, were fighting. Even this didn't interest us-we were committed to peace But Uncle Bentley shot up like jackin-a-box and cantered down the aisle. Of course, his notion was that the rOosters were disturbing the services and that it was his duty to go out and stop them. We heard wig. orous "Shoos," and Take thats!" and "Consairn yous!" and then Uncle Bentley came back looking very i'm portant, and as he stalked up the aisle he glanced around and nodded his head, saying as clearly as words There, where would you be without me?" Another defiant crow floated in al the window.
 The next moment the rushing and beating of wings began again. and down the aisle went Uncle Bentley the long tails of that coat fairly float ing like a cloud behind him. There was further uproar outside, and Uncle Bentley was back in his place. this time tlIrDin0 around and uvbicDa,.i n O