Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1918-07-01
The Light IN
the Clearing
By IRVING BACHELLER
Copyright 1917. The Bobbs-Merrrn Co.

20 down to the POI muse toseiheii
But. but we'll ohonest
Come on. Bart Uncle Peabody
called cheerfulIy, $ ne walked to
ward the barnyard Les go an git
in them but'nuts."
He paid no affection 10 our visit
tors-neither did ny aunt, who fol-
lowed US. The tw men talked to-
gether q moment. unhitched then
horses, got into ter Duggles and
! drove away The Feat red rooster
had stood on the fsnce eying them.
As they turned TER horses e1c
drove slowly towsd the gate, he
clapped his wings and crowed lus-
thy.
Give it to EN-, oil Dick said
! Uncle Peabody vita clap Of his
hands. Tell EN- what ye think OF
EN-"
At last the Dunhibergs had fall
leG-the legendary Incompatible
DunkeIbergs,
Wal, I'm surprised al Mr. Hor-
ace Dunkelberg tryin' TO come It
over US like that-sges. l be" said
Aunt Deel.
] Wal, I amt" sid Uncle Pea
/ body. "O' Grimshaw has got him
under his thumb-that's what's the
matter. You'll find he's up to his
ears in debt TO Grimkhaw-prob1yn
AS we followed him toward the
house. he pushing the wheelbarrov
/ loaded with sacks Of nuts, he add
ed:
AT last Grimshav has found
, somethin' that he cart buy an he's
awful surprised Too bad be didn't
learn that lesson lolg ago"
He stopped his wheelbarrow By
the steps and we sat down together
on the edge Of the stoop as he
added;
Il got mad-they KEEP pickin' OF
me so-I'm sorry, but I couldn't
help it. Well start up ag'in some
where's if we have to. There's a
/ good many days work in me yet"
As we carried the bags to the at
tic room I thought of the lodestone
ana the compass and knew that Mr..
Wright had foreseen what was like
" TO happen. When we came down
| Uncle Peabody said to me:
do you remember what you read
out Of a book one night tbout a
man sellin' his honor?"
Yes" I answered. TITS one o.
the books that Mr. Wright gave u.s."
It's somethin' purity common
! sense" he remarked, IAN we stop.
ped and talked it over. I wish
you'd git the book an read It now"
I found the book and read aloud
the following passage:
Honor is strange commodity.
It can not be divided and sold in
part All or none is the ruis Of tho
market. While it can be sold in 4
way, il can not be truly bought II
vanishes in the transfer of its title
and is no more. Who seeks TO buy
it gains only loss. It is the one
thing which distinguishes manhood
from property. Who sells his honor
sells his manhod and becomes sim
ply a thing of meat and blood and
bones-a thing TO be watched and
driven and cudgeled like the OK
( for he has sold what he can not
buy. not if all the riches in the
world were his"
That's the kind o. stuff in our
granary. We've been reapin' it out
O. the books Mr.. Grimshaw scolded
about, little here an little there
+ fo1 years. an we knew II was good
wheat If he had books like that
N his house mebbe Amos would a
been different. An he'd a been
/ different. He wouldn't a had IA
come here tryin' to buy our homo:
/ like you'd buy boss"
"Oh. dear" Aunt DeeI exclaimed
YEARLY, with her hands over her
Dyes; "a boy has to have somethin'
besides pigs an cattle an threats
an stones an boss dung an COW
manue to take up his mind
| Uncle Peabody weed by own feel
! ing when he said:
! i feel sorry, awful sorry, fo-
that boy"
/ We spent a silent afternoon gath
ering apples After supper we play
ed Old Sledge and my uncle had
/ ha-d work TO keep us in good coun-
teuAnCe. We went to bed early anc
I lay long hearing the autumn wind
in the popple leaves and thinking
of that great thing which had
grown strong within Us. little BY
/ little in the candle-lght.
Continued tomorrow