Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1919-01-29

are always right, my boy-God Dless
your soul! We shall take Bart with
US an doughnuts an cheese an cook
les an dried meat for ALL"
From that moment / date the be-
ginning Of my love for the occupant
Of the green chair in the home of Nil
chael Hacket. Those good people were
Catholics and l Protestant and yet
this Michael Henry always insisted
upon the most delicate consideration
for my faith and feelings.
II promised to spend the morning
In the field with Mr.. Wright, If I may
have your consent, sir" said.
"Then we shall console ourselves,
knowing that you are in better com.
pany," said Mr.. Hacket.
Mr.. Dunkelberg called at the house
In Ashery lane to see me after
breakfast.
''Bart, If you will come with me
should like to order some store clothes
and boots for you," he said In his
squeaky voice.
For moment knew not how to
answer him. Nettled as had been by
Sally's treatment of me, the offer was
like rubbing ashes on the soreness OF
my spirit.
l blushed and surveyed my garments
and said:
Il guess l look pretty bad, don't IT"
'You look all right, but l thought
maybe you would feel better in softer
raiment. especially If you care to, go
around much with the young people. !
am an old friend Of the family and l
guess it would be proper for me to
buy the clothes for you. When you
are older you can buy suit for me.
some time. If you care to-"
It should be understood. that we'll
TODD people in the towns were more
particular about their dress those
days than now.
''rll ask my aunt and uncle about
It." proposed.
"That's all right" he answered. I'm
going to drive to your house this after
noon and your uncle wishes you to
60 with me. We are all to have talk
with Mr.. Grimshaw."
He left me and I went over to Mr..
Wright's.
They told me that he was cutting
corn In the back lot. where found
him.
"Mr. Dunkelberg came this morning
and wanted to buy me some new
clothes and boots" said.
The senator stopped work and stood
looking at me with his hands upon his
hips.
81 wouldn't let him do 1t II I were
you" he said thoughtfully.
Just then I saw young man come
running toward us in the distant field.
Mr.. Wright took out his compass.
'Look here" he said, you see the
needle points due north"
He took lodestone out Of his
pocket, and holding it near the COM
PASS moved 1t back and forth. The
needle followed it
The young man came up to Us
breathing deeply. Precipitation was
rolling of his face. He was much ex-
cited and spoke with some difficulty.
Senator Wright" he gasped, Mrs.
Wright sent me down to tell you that
President Van Buren, is at the house"
remember wildly the look of mild
amusement in the senator's face and
the serene calmness with which he
looked at The young man and said to
him:
'Tell Mrs. Wright to make him COM
Portable in our easiest chair and to
say to the president that I shall be up
directly"
To my utter surprise he resumed his
talk with me as the young man went
away.
"You see all ways are north when
you put this lodestone near the
needle" he went on. IF 1t is to tell
you the truth you must keep the lode
stone away from the needle. It's that
way, too, with the compass Of your
soul, partner. There the lodestone is
selfishness, and with Its help you can
make any direction look right to you
and soon-you're lost"
He bound the last bundle and then
we walked together toward the house,
the senator carrying his sickle.
II shall introduce you to the presi-
dent" he said as we neared our des-
tination. 'Then perhaps you had bet
ter leave US" -
could not remember that I had
ever been introduced" to anybody. I
knew that people put their wits on ex-
hibition and often flung down "snag"
by way of demonstrating their fitness
for the honor, when they were intro
duced In books. remember asking
rather timidly:
"What shall say when-when you
Introduce met"
"Oh, say anything you want to say"
be answered with q look Of amuse-
ment.
"Pm kind o. scared" I said.
"You needn't be-he was once q
poor boy just like you"
"Just like mel" I repeated thought
fully, for while had heard a good
deal Of that kind of thing in our home,
1t had not, somehow, got under my
Jacket, as they used to say.
"Just like you-cowhide and all
the son of a small freeholder In Kin
derhook on the Hudson" he went on.
'But he was well fed in brain and
body and kept his heart clean. So Of
course he grew and is still growing.
That's q curious thing about men and