Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1915-08-27

wondering what could be done to help
them. Just then his father called,
Harold, your mother wants you to go
down to the store to get some thread"
He hurried to the barn, mounted his
bicycle and raced off. 1t didn't take
him five minutes to make the mile
which lay between his house and the
store. AS he came up the storekeeper
was standing in the door. "Well,
Harold" said he, chats fine wheel
you've got. It's just what | want for
my boy. Would you like to sell it? I'll
give you for it" mentioning a little
more than Harold had paid for it. The
boy shook his head and thanked, the
storekeeper, but said that he didn't
want to part with it, and started off
for home. He hadn't got half way
there when the thought rushed into his
mind, why isn't this good way to get
money to bring Uncle John up here.
Without waiting an instant he turned
and in few minutes was back at the
store. A little after this tired boy
stood before his father and handed him
roll of bills, saying, Father, think
there's money enough to pay for Uncle
Johns coming up here" why where
on earth did you get it, my SOM" asked
the astonished man. "Please don t ask
me, father, but it is really and truly
my money" and he ran off with tears in
his eyes. 1t was pretty hard thing
| for him to do, for he thought every
thing of his bicycle. He had always
wanted one, and for a long time had
been laying up every cent he could earn
to buy one. He had done lots of odd
jobs for the neighbors and had made
considerable money by selling things for
which he got premiums. So at length
he had earned enough to get a wheel
and oh! how he had enjoyed it. Mr..
Pollard showed the money to his wife
and told her where it came from and
that Harold would not tell him where
he got it. Father, know" said she,
''he's sold his machine. | saw him go
down on it to the store and when he
came back, | happened to be looking
out of the window and he was walking.
| guess he sold it to the storekeeper
for he told me the other day that Mr..
Evarts wanted to buyt That's a good
son of ours father" and she wiped a
tear from her eye with corner of her
apron. Harold will never forget the
day when his Uncle John took possession
of the old deserted farmhouse. He was
trimming over with happiness at COM
ing back to his old home. His wife and
children, two boys and two girls, were
just as pleased. The Oldest boy, Fred,
who was Harold's age, had already
struck up quite friendship with him
as they drove up from the village.
Harold took all the children over to the
/. barn and showed them a COW which his
!; father had loaned them and told then
how glad he was to have them come
Fred seized his hand and said, "You
can [ be half so glad as we are. We
!. shall just love it here and we do thank
, your father ever so much for bringing
US up. 1t was great success. Harold
, uncle from the start showed great dea
, interest in his work on the farm. II
t was the early spring and he, with Harold
: and his father, went all over the farm
to see what kind of crops had best be
, raised. What Harold had learned in re-
/ gard to the different kinds of soil anc
the things that would grow best or
them, when he was head-gardner of the
: school garden, helped him now. Anc
: he never was happier than when he wa.
helping his uncle. Of course he and hi.
cousins became great friends. He never
, had to walk alone to and from schoo
now. The silence at his home, rarely
; broken in the old times except by the
songs of birds or lowing of cattle, wa!
constantly broken now by glad voice!
up at the old, no-longer deserted, farm
house. 1t was success in many ways
, Not only did John Pollard become ;
; very efficient farmer, but he proved al
: interested and excellent townsman. Hi
: experience in a large town had giver
him knowledge and capacity for help
ing in town matters, so that he soon be
7 came one of the leading men. And h,
= was very active and interested in every
thing relating to the church The min
! lister said that since Mr.. John Pollard
A came new life had seemed to com,
2 into their meetings and work. The tive
: brothers were sitting together one even
} ing some months after they had become
= neighbors, when John said, 'How can
thank you enough, Charles, for all you
2 have done for me, and especially fo
= that money you sent me to pay for ou
, coming up here. Already I've earned
? about enough to pay you back" Blu