American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1919-02-21

an she will pass on" ,
The last words were spoken in a l
whisper, with one hand on my breast.
He turned the strings and played
the "Fisher's Hornpipe." What a romp
of merry music filled the housed
had never heard the like and was soon
smiling at him as he played. His bow
and fingers flew in the wild frolic of
the Devils Dream" 1t led me out
of my sadness into a world all new to
me.
"Now, God bless your soul, boy !" he
exclaimed, by and by, as he put down
his instrument. "We shall have a good
time together-that we will. Not a
stroke o. work this dayl Come, I have
a guide here that will take us down
to the land O. the fairies"
Then with his microscope he showed
me into the wonder world of littleness
of which 1 had no knowledge.
"The microscope is like the art o. the
teacher" he said. "rve known a good
teacher to take a brain no bigger than
a fy's foot an make it visible to the
naked eye"
One of the children, Of which there
were four in the Hacket home, called
us to supper. Mrs. Hacket, a stout
woman with a red and kindly face, sat
at one end of the table, and between
them were the children-Mary, a pref
ty daughter of seventeen years; Mag
gle, a six-year-old; Ruth, a delicate
girl of seven, and John, q noisy, red
$50 -. - a. nNh0 a1nf.- ~ Of
plain wood-like the kitchen chairs of
today. In the middle of the table was
an empty one-painted green. Before
he sat down Mr.. Hacket put his hand
on the back Of this chair and said:
"a merry heart to you, Michael
Henry"
I wondered at the meaning of this,
but dared not to ask. The oldest
daughter acted as a kind of moderator
with The others.
MARY is the constable of this house,
with power to arrest and hale into
: court for undue haste or rebellion or
impoliteness," Mr.. Hacket explained.
/ 81 believe that Sally Dunkelberg Is
: your friend" he said to me presently.
[ Eyes, sir 1 answered.
i, "a fine slip of a girl that and a born
; scholar. / saw you look ut her as
|. the Persian looks at the rising sum-
1 blushed and Mary and her mother
e and the boy John looked at me and
laughed.
"Puer %pulcherrime |" Mr.. Hacket
e exclaimed with a kindly smile.
Uncle Peabody would have called II
a ."stout snag." The schOolmaster had
: hauled 1t out of his brain very deftly
and chucked 1t down before me in
kind of challenge.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"You shall know in a week, my son.
he answered. 81 shall put you int
the Latin class Wednesday morning
and God help you to like it as well al
you like Sally"
Again they laughed and again
blushed.
Hold up yer head, my brave lad,
he went on. "Ye'ye a perfect right t.
like Sally if we've a heart to.
= "A lad in his teens
u Will never know beans
st If he hasn't an eye for the girls"
J. 1t was a merry supper, and when 1
ID ended Mr.. Hacket rose and took tn
ell green chair from the table, exclaim
ing:
michael Henry, God bless you"
lie Then he kissed his wife and said:
N maggie, you wild rose of Erin Nv
been all day in the study. / must tax
ly a walk or / shall get an exalted ABIDE
e. men. One is badly beaten in the rae
he o. life when his abdomen gets ahea
ID of his toes. Children, keep our youn
friend happy here until 1 come bacl
/ and mind you, don't forget the goo
Of fellow In the green chair"
Y Mary helped her mother with tn
err dishes, while / sat with o book by tn
lie freside. Soon Mrs. Hacket and tn
In children came and sat down with mi
Lets play backgammon" Mary pro
is posed.
81 don't want to-" said John.
Don't forget Michael Henry" sh
to reminded.
"Who Is Michael Henry2" / asked.
"Sure, he's the boy that has neve
yn been born" said Mrs. Hacket. ia
n was to be the biggest and noblest G
them-kind an helpful an cheer
: hearted an beloved o. God above a
,ir the others. We try to 1--we up to him.
IT. He seemed to me a very strange an
C. wonderful creature-this invisible o,
rs cupant Of the green chair.
1 know now what l knew not the
er that Michael Henry was the spirit {
re their home--an ideal Of which tn
Id empty green chair was a constant r,
lie hinder.
We played backgammon and col
W. maid" and 'everlasting'' until NJ
! Hacket returned.
be The sealed envelope which NJ
Wright had left at our home, a Ion
nd time before that day. was In my poke
~. At last the hour had come when
could open 1t and read the messae
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