Cleveland County herald., 1919-05-15

hoeeSSdty to the comfort of MT. rarVls," l remarked. "If there is no- body else to take the responsibility iof It he assumes it himself. His imag- inatlon has an intense craving for oiood and violence. It's that type of american who, egged on by the slave power, is hurrying us into trouble with Mexico"
 utViS came in presently with a looh In his face which betrayed his knowledge of the fact that all the cob WeoS spun by his fancy were now to De brushed away. Still he enjoyed them While they lasted and there was Kind of tacit claim in his manner that they were subjects regarding when no honest man could be expect. ed to tell the truth.
 As we ate our dinner they told me that an escaped slave had come into neighboriing county and excited the people With stories of the auction block and of negroes driven like voked oxen on plantations in South Carolina whence he had escaped on a steam boat
 T b'lieye I'm goin' to vote for abo- lition." said Uncle Peabody. q won- der what Sile Wright will say to that"
 Hell probably advise against it: the time isn't ripe for so great change" was my answer. He thinks that the whole matter should be left to the gla- cia1 action of times forces"
 Indeed l had spoken the view of the s0under men of the North. The subject filled them with dread alarm. But the attitude of Uncle Peabody was significant. The sentiment in fa- vOr of a change was growing. Ii was now to be reckoned with, for the abo- lition party was said to hold the bal ance of power in New York and New England and was behaving itself like a bull in d china shop.
 After dinner I tried to put on some of my old clothes, but found that my nakedness had so expanded that they would not cover it, so I hitched my white mare on the spring wagon and drove to the village for my trunk.
 Every week day after that 1 worked in the fields until the senator arrived in Canton about the middle of August. On one of those happy days I received letter from old Kate, dated, to my surprise, in Saratoga. It said:
 Dear Barton Baynes: I thought I would let you know that my father is dead. 1 have come here to rest and have found some work to do. I am bet ter now. Have seen Sally. She is very beautiful and kind. She does not know that 1 am the old witch, have changed so. The others do not know--it is better that way. I think it was the Lord that brought me here. He has 4 way of taking care of some people. my boy. Do you remember when I be- gan to call you my boy-you were very little. It is long, long ago since first saw you in your fathers dooryard- you said you were going to mill on a buttertiy's back. You looked just as I thought my boy would look. You gave me a kiss. What wonderful gift it was to me then! I began to love you. I have no one else to think of now. I hope you won't mind my thinking so much of you.
 God bless you,
 KATE FULLERTON"
 l understood now why the strong will and singular insight of this wom- an had so often exercised themselves in my behalf. I could not remember the far day and the happy circum- stance of which she spoke, but I wrote her letter which must have warmed her heart I am sure.
 Silas Wright arrived in Canton and drove up to our home. He reached our door at eight in the morning with his hound and rifle. He had aged rap- idly since I had seen him last. His hair was almost white There were many new lines in his face. He seemed more grave and dignified. He did not lapse into the dialect of his fathers when he spoke of the ancient pastimes of hunting and fishing as he had been wont to do.
 Bart he said when the greetings were over, ''let's you and me go and spend a day in the woods. I'll leave my man here to help your uncle while you're gone"
 We went by driving south a few miles and tramping in to the foot of the saltwater on our rivera trail long familiar to me. The dog left us soon after we took it and began to range over thick wooded hills. We sat down among small, spirelike spruces at the rivers edge with long stretch of water in sight while the music of the hounds voice came faintly to our ears from the distant forest.
 "Oh, I've been dreaming of this for a long time," said the senator as he leaned back against tree and filled his lungs and looked out upon the wa ter, green with lily pads along the edge and fiecked with the last of the white blossoms. q believe you want to leave this lovely country"
 q am waiting for the call to go,"
 s'Well, I'm inclined to think you are the kind of man who ought to go," he answered almost sadly. "You are