Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1911-01-14

mountain, your moonshiner is the shy
est being an anachronism in world
OF progress. One bit OF news, however,
hoated in on the gossip at Little zoar.
It related that Mans mother was dead,
and that the body had lain two days
unburied while like was drowning his
sorrow in sea OF his own "pine-top."
Vaguely It had been understood in
tho Gordon household that Mr.. DuX-
bury Farley was a widower with two
children: boy, some years older than
Thomas Jefferson, at school in New
England, and a girl younger, name and
place OF soJourn unknown. The boy
was coming South for the long vaca-
ton, and the affairs of the Chiawassee
Coal and Iron-already reaching out
subterraneously toward the future re-
ceivership-would call the first vice
president North for the better portion
OF July. Would Mrs Martha take pity
on a motherless lad, whose health was
none OF the best, and open her home to
Vincent?
Mrs. Martha would and did; not un-
grudgingly on the vice presidents ac-
count, but with many misgivings on
Thomas Jefferson's. She was finding
the surcharged Industrial atmosphere
OF the new era inimical at every point
TO the development of the spiritual pas
sion she had striven to arouse in her
son; TO paving the way for the realiz-
ing OF that ideal which had Arst taken
form when she had written Reverend
Ihomas Jefferson Gordon" on the mar
gin OF the letter to her brother Silas
AS 1t fell out, the worst happened
that could happen, considering the APP
parent harmlessness of the exciting
cause. Vincent Farley proved to be an
anemic STRIPPING, cold, reserved, with
no surface indications OF moral deprav-
lty, and with at least a veneer of good
breeding But In Thomas Jefferson's
heart he planted the seed OF discomfort
with his surroundings with the home
ly old house on the pike, unchanged as
yet by the rising tide of prosperity, and
more than all, with the prospect OF be-
coming chosen vessel.
1t was OF no use to bark back to the
revival and the heart-quaking expert
ences OF year agone. Thomas Jeffer-
son tried, but all that seemed to belong
to another world and another life.
What he craved now was to be like this
envied and enviable son OF good for
tune, who wore his Sunday suit every
day, carried beautiful gold watch, and
was ccolly and complacently at ease,
even with Major Dabney and foreign
born and travelled Ardea.
Later in the summer the envy died
down and Thomas Jefferson developed
pronounced case of hero worship,
something to the disgust of the colder
hearted, older boy. 1t did not last very
long not did it leave any permanent
scars; but before Thomas Jefferson
was fully convalescent the subtle fiat
terry OF his adulation warmed the sub
1ect of 1t into something like compan-
ionship, and there were Dragging
stories of boarding school life and Of
the world at large to add fresh fuel 10
the fire Of discomfort
Though Thomas Jefferson did not
know It, his deliverance on that side
was nigh. It had been decided that
he was to be sent away to school. CHA
wassee Coal and Iron promising hand
somely to warrant the expense; and
the decision hung only on the choice
Of courses to be pursued.
Caleb had marked the growing hun
ger for technical knowledge in the boy
and had secretly gloried In It. Here
at least, was a strong stream of his
own craftsman's blood flowing in the
veins of his son.
1T d be a thousand pities to spoil g
good iron man and engineer 20 make 6
poor preacher. Martha" he objected;
this for the twentieth time, and wher
the approach of autumn was forcing
the conclusion.
L know, Caleb; bou you don't under,
stand" was the invariable rejoinder
You know that side of him, becaus,
it's your side. But he is my son, too
and-and. Caleb. the Lord has called
himl"
Hes only n little shaver yet lie
him try the school in the city for
year r so, goin' and comm on the rail
roads, nights and mornin's, like tn,
Majors granddaughter. After that, W,
might see."
Thomas Jefferson took his last after
noon for q ramble in the fields ant
woods beyond the manor-house, in tina
part Of the valley as yet unfurrowe,
by the industrial plow 1t was not tn
old love OF the solitudes that Gale,
him; II was rather sore-hearted de
sire TO go apart and give place to al
the hard thoughts that were bubblini
and boiling within.
A long circuit over the boundary hill
brought him at length to the little glad
with the pool in its center where h
had been fishing for perch on that da.
when Ardea and the great dog hal
come to make him backslide. He won
dered II she had ever forgiven him
Most likely she had not. She neve
seemed to think him greatly wortl
while when they happened to meet
He was sitting on the overhanginl
bank, Just where he had sat that othe
! day, when suddenly history repeatel
/ itself. There was a rustling in tn
J bushes; the Great Dane bounded Out
J thought not as before to stand men
J acing; and when he turned his heai
, she was there near him.
, "Oh, it's you. is it7" she said, coolly
and then she called to the dog and mad
} as II she would go away. But Thoma
! Jefferson's heart was full, and ful
hearts are soft
, You needn't rum" he hazarded. "
reckon amt going to bite you
} don't feel much like biting anybody TO
} day. I'm going to be a preacher"
Your" she said, with the frank an
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