Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-02-01
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tossssisAt 1917. living Ssshsalss,
What was the meaning Of thisf
What had Amos Grimshaw been do
ingl I trembled a. I got back into
bod cannot even now explain Why,
but long ago gave up trying to
fathom the depths Of the human
spirit With an Infinite sea beneath II
crossed BY subtle tides and currents.
We see only the straws on the surface.
Twas up at daylight and Mr.. Racket
came to my door while was dressing.
"A merry day to your he exclaimed.
"I1l await you below and introduce
you to the humble herds and hocks Of
q schoolmaster."
went with him while he fed his
chickens and two small shotes. I
MIXED the COW for him, and together
We drove her back to the pasture.
Then we split some wood and filed the
boxes by the fireplace and the kitchen
. stove and raked up the leaves In the
dooryard and wheeled them away.
Nov you know the duties O. your
ONCE" said the schoolmaster as we
went in to breakfast.
We sat down at the table with the
Family and I drew out my letter from
he senator and gave 1t to Mr.. Hacket
o read.
"The senatori God prosper him!
,eard that he came on the Plattsburg
tage last night" he said as he began
he reading-an announcement which
caused me and the children to clap
our hands with Joy.
Mr.. Racket thoughtfully repeated
the words from Job with q most i'm
pressive information.
He passed the letter back to me and
said:
"All true! have seen 1t sinking
into the bones O. the young and have
seen 1t lying down with the aged in
the dust O. their graves. It u big
nook-the one we are now opening.
God help usi It has more pages than
oil the days O. your life. Just think
. your body. A brave and tender
youth! 1t is like a sponge. How 1t
takes things in an holds 'em an feeds
spon 'emi A part O. every apple 70
eat sinks down into yer blood an
bones. Ye can't get It out. It's the
tame way with the books 70 rad an
the thoughts ye enjoy. They 90 down
Into yer bones an ye can't get 'sn out.
That's why I ike to think O. Michael
Henry. His food Is good thoughts and
his wine Is laughter. had q long
visit with n. 81. last night when -
were all IN bed. His face was chunk
o laughter. Oh. what limb he Is !
wish I could tell ye al the good
things he said"
There comes Colonel Hand" said
Mrs. Hacket as she looked ont of the
window. ''The poor lonely Wing! He
has nothing to do these days but sit
around the tavern"
Colonel Hand was a surly.looking
man beyond middle age, with large
eyes that showed signs Of dissipation.
He had q small, dark tuft beneath his
lower lip and thin. black. untidy hair.
"What do ye think has happenedi''
he asked as he looked down upon 10
with . majestic movement Of his hand.
1.-THE son o. that old Bucktail, Ben
Grimshaw, has been arrested and
brought to jail for murder"
For murderf" asked Mr.. and Mrs.
Hacket In one breath.
"For bloody murder, sir" the colonel
went on. ut was the shooting Of that
man in the town O. Ballybeen few
weeks ago. Things have come to q
pretty pass IN this country. I should
say. Talk about law and order; We
don't know what II means here and
why should we7 The party in power
is avowedly opposed to it-yes, cir. It
has fattened upon bribery and corrup.
ton. Do you think that the son o.
Ben Grimshaw will receive punish.
ment even II he IL proved guilty? Not
at all. He will be protected-you mark
nv words"
(To be Continued.)