Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1918-06-15
CHAPTER vi.
(Continued.)

We got home at half past elgh'
and found my aunt greatly worried
She had done the chores and bech
standing in her hood and shawn or
the norch listening for the SCUM
IF the wagon. She had kept our
summers warm but | was the oh'y
hungry one.
AS was going TO bed the SEN
ator called me to him and said
Il shall be gone when you are W
in the morning. It may he long
time before l see you; l snail iea-
something for you in sealed en-
velope with your name on II. You
are not to open the envelope until
Won go away to school. kno"
how YOU will feel that first day:
When night falls you VIII thlnk on
YOUR aunt and uncle and be very
lonely. When you go TO your rooili
for the night l want you TO gu
down all by yourself and open inc
envelope and read what shau
write. They will be, l think the
most impressive words ever Writ
ten. You will think them over put
YOU will not understand them for a
long time. Ask every wise man you
meet to explain them to YOU TOT
all your happiness will depend
upon your understanding Of these
few words in the envelope.
In the morning Aunt Deel put II
in my hands.
81 wonder what n the world he
wrote there-ayes!" said she. we
must keep it careful-ayes III
put it in my trunk an give it TO We
when We go to Canton to school.
HAS Mr.. Wright gomez" asked
rather sadly.
AYES. Lam o. mercy. He went
away long before daylight with
lot O. jerked meat in a pack basket
ayes! Yer uncle is goin' down to
the village to see bout the mort
gage this afternoon, ayes
1t was a Saturday and spent its
hours cording wood in the shed,
rausing now and then for a look
into my grammar. 1t was happy
day, for the growing cords express
ed in a satisfactory manner my
new sense of obligation to those |
loved. Imaginary conversations
came into my brain as | worked
and were rehearsed in whispers.
why, Bart, you're grand work
err" my uncle would say in nv
fancy You're as good as a hired
man"
"Oh, that's nothing" l would an
swer modestly. Il want to be use
full so you won't be sorry you took
me and I'm going to study just rs
VIZ. Wright did and be a great man
if 1 can and help the poor people.
I'm going TO be better scholar
than Sally Dunkelberg, too"
What a day it was!-the first Of
many like it. ! never think of
those days without saying to my
self: what a Gods blessing Il
man like Silas Wright can be in the
community in which his heart and
soul are as an open book"
AS the evening came on I took &
long look at my cords. The shed
was nearly half full of them. Four
rules of syntaX, also. had been care
fully stored away in my brain. I
said them over as | hurried down
into the pasture with old Shep and
brought in the COWS. I got through
milking as Uncle Peabody came. I
saw with joy that his face was
cheerful.
"Yip!" he shouted as he stopped
his team at the barn door where
Aunt Deel and | were standing. I'VE
amt got much to worry about now
I've got the interest money right
here in my pocket"
We unhitched and went in to sup
per. was hopirg that Aunt Deel
would speak of my work but she
seemed not to think of it
Had grand day" said Uncle
Peabody, as he sat down at the Ia
BILE and began to tell what Mr.
Wright and Mr.. Dunkelberg had
said to him.
l, too. had had a grand day AMI
probably my citation was greater
than his. l tarried at the looking
glass hoping that Aunt Deel would
give me chance modestly to show
my uncle what | had done. But
the talk about interest and mort
cages continued. | went to my I'M
Gle and tried to whisper in his ear