The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1915-11-25
CHAPTER xxIu-Ccontinued.)

Nue the WlSLIul look IN MS OLD eyes.
Nothing would please me better. I'd
love - do it. But it amt right, as Mr..
I says" INV.
! Eric assumed an air Of severity DO
! you mean to say that the church has
been meddling with your affairs7"
| Meddling% gasped Jabez. ...
| Yes, sir, meddling" r...
| 10 long with you, Eric" exclaimed
| Jabez helplessly. Lies is lies" :.
! And Mr.. King has put the hand Of
bigotry on your life?" in fine scorn.
| What's that?" demanded Jabez,
! bristlinR.
The church has a great deal to
answer for" insisted Midthorne. Med
ding like this with mans business"
Bustness?" murmured Jabez.
Whose business?"
Isn't it your business to make peo-
| pie happy?"
We'll, 1 guess it's Mr.. Kings bust
ness, too" said he resignedly. He
comes down here and tells me the
truth about things and l sec things in
new way from what l used to. Old
Presbrey stretched the truth so that it
looked mighty fishy to me. Mr.. King
puts it in a nutshell If he says it.
wrong to lie, why it IL, that's all. Dang
1t all" he exploded virtuously, Il never
see pirate in my life. Nor a hand
some princess either" John Fayson
spoke, with a twinkle in his eyes. do
you believe that everything in the bible
Is true. Uncle Jabe?"
Jabez glared at him. "IlI believe 1t
all until some of you smart Alexis prove
1t amt. l used to laugh at that tale
about JOnar and the whale. Mr.. King
says it's paregorical. / told him no.
body could make me believe feller
could live inside q whales belly-bible
er no bible. He said he didn't believe
1t either. It's just a paryble,"
They are joking with you. Uncle
Jabe," said Mary. coming to his rescue.
'Of course. we are cried Eric
warmly. I'VE will not ask you to tell
US any more lies. Mr.. King is right.
But you surely can't object TO telling US
a few true stories" 49,, y Hsa
Jabez Carr pondered. WELL" he
raid at last and with conviction, "a
story amt with tellin' unless it's u
te." Then, to change the subject,
which was more dangerous than he
rared to admit: When do you start
Eric?"
And So instead of being entertained
by him on this Sunday afternoon, they
were content and eager to discuss their
own intimate affairs for his especial
benefit, thereby doing much toward the
support OF Mr.. Kings missionary eff
forts and at the same time adding con-
siderable to their own estimate Of what
heaven really is.
Jabez succeeded in grasping a few
of the more important details: a thou
sand trivial points escaped him. BY
hint of arduOuS questioning, he gath
cred that the ground was to be broken
Eext week for the Bright mansion; that
the plans for the great public library
were well under way: that Jack and
Mary were to live in New York City;
that Eric and Joan were to make Cor
NTH their home for a few years, at
least; that the Widow Payson would
not hear Of Adams removal to a sani-
forum in the Adirondacks; that Mr..
Presbrey and Mr.. King were bosom
friends; that the former was prayer
leader in the reconstructed First
Church, and very sure about It; that
ever before; that Mrs. Blagden was an
angel: that Corinth would be put on
the map to stay; that the world was a
very wonderful abiding place, after all.
One secret remained untold. He was
never to know that one of the tall
young men who sat there glibly talking
was his own grandson. a.
He walked with them to the gate
when the dusk Of night began to fall.
1t had been a great afternoon for him,
but distressingly short one Yes. they
seemed to be growing shorter all the
time. He leaned on the bars and
watched them until they were out of
sight among the trees. fGE .....
Funny thing" he unused, but / can't
remember being so keen about things
when l was their age. Times must
have changed a whole lott Still,
wonder. 1t was a long while agog
guess a young Teller is a young feIler
no matter where you put him" ,r
Then he went back. cIucking to the
SQUIRRELS: 81 =
Adam Carr, propped up in his wheel
chair, eyed dark and threa tening
sky from the tiny lawn in front OF the
Widow Payson's house in Handy
street. There was an alertness in MS
eyes that contrasted sharply with the
inertness of his body, which sagged IN
noon winds came gently up from the
sea, bringing GOODNESS to relieve the
heat of this bllstering day in May.
Passers-by bespoke him from the
sidewalk, along which they hurried in
advance OF the approaching storm.
Riding at anchor in a safe cove"
said Adam to himself and Of himself
Mrs. Payson came to the porch.
IT think we'd better have the nurse
get you into the house, ADAM" she
said. 49,.
He looked wistfully at the sky. .I'd
ike 10 nave BOOu urencnlng, ne said
to her. 1T can't hurt me-"
Nonsense" she said. Don't be
silly" She went into the house to call
He grumbied. "a little rain won't
spoil me. You'd think was a lump OF
sugar instead OF clay"
The nurse and Mrs. Payson lifted
the chair to the tiny front porch.
I'LL stay out here. II you please" he
said, until 1t really begins to rain. I
like the rush of the wind. Don't
worry. won't blow away. I'm an
chored, safe enough"
They left him to wait for the sweep
OF the storm. Who can tell of the
thoughts. the bitter conflict OF thoughts,
that ran through the keep, active brain
OF this wonderful man as he sat there
glowering at a sky no blacker than his
mood? .-..Ea
There was life in the wind that swept
his grim, expressionless face; there
was strength In the way II came UP to
snnite him, to Haress him, to tantalize
him. He opened his mouth and drank
II in. and held his breath as II to keep
It captive. His eyes shone with the
love Of 1t. with the hatred OF 1t. He
loved It Because It was life; he hated
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