Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1916-02-02

DER" continued the old man, never
needing, vivid s'ord and say: 4 mex
you knight, Sub Robert. Rise up,
pure and fearless and widout re-
proach.' Dat what Miss Lucy say.
OATS been a long time ago, but me
nor you amt forgot it. And den dar's
another time we amt forgot-de time
when Miss Lucy lay on her las bed.
She sent for Uncle Bushrod, and she
say: Uncle BuShrod, when I die I
want you to take good care of Mr..
Robert. Seem Hke'-so Miss Lucy say
he listen to you mo- dan to anybody
else. He apt to be mighty fractions
sometimes, and maybe he cuss you
when you try to 'suade him, but he
need somebody what understand him
to be round wild him. He am like a
little child sometimes'-so Miss Lucy
| say, wild her eyes shinin' in her po',
was her words-'my knight, pure and
fearless and widout reproach.'
| Mr.. Robert began to mask, as was
his habit, a tendency to softhearted-
ness with a spurious anger.
"You-you old windbag!" he growled
through a cloud of swirling cigar
| smoke. 81 believe you are crazy /
told you to go home, Bushrod Miss
! Lucy said that, did she? Well, we
| haven't kept the escutcheon very clear.
TWO years ago last week, wasn't it,
Bushrod, when she died? Confound
1t! Are you going to stand there all
night Cabling like a coffee colored
gander?'
The train whistled again. Now it
was at the water tank, a mile away.
''Marse Robert" said Uncle Bush
rod, laying his hand On the satchel
that the banker held; "for Gawd's
sake dom take dis wild you. 1 knows
what's in it. I knows where you got
it in de bank. DON kyar' it wild you
Dey's big trouble in dat valise for Miss
Lucy and Miss Lucy's child's chillun.
Hits bound to destroy de name of
Weymouth and bow down dem dat
own it wild shame and triberlation.
Marse Robert, you can kill dis ole mig
ger eff you will, but don't take away
dis 'er' valise. If I ever crosses over
de Jordan what gwine to say to Miss
Lucy when she ak me, Uncle Bushrod,
wharfo' didn' you take good care of
Mr.. Robert?''
Robert Weymouth threw away his
cigar and shook free one arm with
that peculiar gesture that always pre-
, coded his outbursts Of Feasibility. I'm
Gle Bushrod bowed his head to the ex-
J pected storm, but he did not finch. II
the house Of Weymouth was to fall he
would fall with it. The banker spoke
I and Uncle Bushrod blinked with sur
: prise. The storm was there, but it was
5 suppressed to the quietness of sum
mer breeze.
"Bushrod," said Mr.. Robert in a low
er voice than he usually employed
''you have overstepped all bounds
. You have presumed upon the leniencJ
I with which you have been treated tt
i NEEDLE unpardonably. So you know
what is in this satchel? Your lone
{ and faithful service is some excuse
|. but-gO home, Bushrod-not another
7 wordy'
But Bushrod grasped the satche
with frmer hand. The headlight o.
:, the train was now tightening the shad
ows about the station The roar wa
s increasing, and folks were stirring
:, about at the track side.
: 'Marse Robert, gimme dis err valise
! | got a right, sub, to talk to you oil
. 'er way. I shaved fol, you and 'tende'
: to you from child up.I went TIL ug
ewar yo' body servant tell We whip
ped de Yankees and sent 'em back t
de moth. was at yo' weddin', an