The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1919-03-20
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IN THE CLEARING
A TALE OF THE NORTH COUNTRY
IN THE TINE OF SILAS WRIGHT
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~ "uo idtc II JuhC uCLoiC Il "u5 hDAO
TO dlsengage myself from the work of
the judges office. Meanwhile there
had been blood shed back In the hills.
One Of the sherif's posse had been So
verely wounded by a bullet and had
failed to serve the writs. The Judge
had appealed to the governor. People
were talking Of "the rent war;"
What a Joy entered my heart when
I was aboard the steamboat. at last,
and on my way to all most dear to me I
As i entered Lake Champlain I con-
suited the map and decided to leave
the boat at Chimney Point TO ind Kate
Fullerton. who had written to the
schoolmaster from Canterbury. My
aunt had said In a letter that old Kate
vas living there and that q great
change had come " her. SO I went
ashore and hired a horse of the ferry.
man.
passed through Middlebury and
rode into the grounds Of the college,
where the senator had been educated,
and on out to Weybridge to see where
he had lived as a boy. I found the
Wright homestead-a comfortable
white house at the head Of a beautiful
valley with wooded hills behind 1t
and rode up to the door. A white
haired old lady in a olack lace cap
was sitting On It's porch looking out
at the sunlit fields.
els this where Senator Wright lived
when he was a boyT" I asked.
Eyes. SIR" the old lady answered.
81 am from Canton"
She rose from her chair.
"You from Canton I" she exclaimed.
Why, of all things! That's where my
boys home is. I'm glad to see you. Go
an put your horse In the barn."
! dlsmounted and she came heal me.
"Silas Wright is my boy" she said.
What is your manner"
Barton Baynes," I answered as I
hitched my horse.
Barton Baynesi Why. Silas has
told me all about you In his letters,
He writes to me every week. Come
and sit down."
We sat down together on the porch.
"Silas wrote In his last letter that
you were going to leave your place IN
Cobleskill," she continued to my sur
prise. "He said that he was glad you
had decided not to stay"
1t was joyful news to me, for the
senator's silence had worried me and I
had begun to think with alarm of my
future.
II wish that he would take you to
Washington to help him. The Door
man has too much to do"
II should think It a great privilege
to 60" I answered.
my hoy likes you," she went on.
"You have been brought up Just as he
vas / used to read to him every we
ming when the candles were Mt. How
hard he worked to make a man of him.
self I have known the mothers 10Y.
I can truly say, Now let thy servant
depart In peace"
"'For mine eyes have seen thy sal.
v~ation,'" / quoted.
"You see I know much about you
and much about your aunt and uncle"
said Mrs. Wright
She left me for a moment and o
the whole household was gathered
about me on the porch, the men hav-
Ing come up from the fields. They put
my horse In the barn and pressed me
to stay for dinner, which I did. AS I
was going the gentle old lady gave
me a pair of mittens which her distin-
guished son had worn during his last
winter In college. I remember well
now tenderly she handled theml
Il hope that Silas viii get you to
help him"-those were the last words
D said to me when I babe her good
by.
me shadows were long when I got
TO Canterbury. At the head of its
main street ! looked down upon a vii
lage green and some fine old elms. II
was a singularly quiet place. l stopped
In front of a big white meeting house.
An old man was moving in its grave
yard near the highway. Slowly he
swung his scythe.
do you know where Kate Fullerton
livesY' I asked.
swell, It's purity likely that I do" he
answered as be stood resting on his
srath. 1--WE lived seventy-two years
on this hill come the fourteenth day o.
June. an II I didn't know where she
lived I'd be 'shamed Of II. Do you see
that big house down there in the
treesf'
~ could see the place at which he
pointed far back from the village street
In the valley below M, the house
u hidden by tall e~veryreena.
"Yes." I answered.
wal. that's the Squire Fullerton
p1Ace--he's Hates father"
docs the squire Hive therei'
mo. sir--not eggsac'ly. He's dyin'
Ebere-been dyln' there Tor two year
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