The Knoxville independent. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1919-05-24

body-ayesi said she. "Tll make
you pair O. brooches an then l guess
you won't have to be 'shamed no
more"
She had spent several evenings max
ing them out of an old gray flannel
petticoat Of hers and had put, two
pockets In them of which was very
proud. They came just to the tops
of my shoes, which pleased me, for
thereby the glory of my new shoes
suffered no encroachment.
The next Sunday after they were
finished we had preaching in the
schoolhouse and 1 was eager to go
and wear my wonderful trousers. Un-
Gle Peabody said that he didn't know
whether his leg would hold out or
not through a whole meetin'." His
left leg was lame from wrench and
panied him if he sat long in one po-
sition. 1 greatly enjoyed this first
public exhibition of my new trous'
ers. 1 remember praying in silence,
as we sat down, that Uncle Peabody's
leg would hold out. Later, when the
long sermon had begun to weary me
1 prayed that it would not.
1t was a beautiful summer morning
as we drove down the hills and from
the summit of the last high ridge we
could see the smoke Of steamer
looming over the st. Lawrence and
the big buildings Of Canton on the
distant flats below us. My heart beat
fast when l reflected that / should
soon see Mr.. Wright and the Dunkel
bergs. I had lost little of my inter
est in Sally. Still felt sure tina
when she saw my new breeches she
would conclude that I was a person
not to be trifed with,
When we got to Canton people were
flocking to the big stone Presbyterian
church. 1t was what they called
"deacon's meeting" remember tina
Mr.. Wright read from the Scriptures
and having explained that there was
no minister in the village, read ont
Of Mr.. Edwards sermons, in thu
course of which went to sleep OF
the arm of my aunt. She awoke mi
when the service had ended, ant
whispered:
Come, we're goin' down to speal
to Mr.. Wright
l remember Mr.. Wright kissed m,
and said:
Hello! Here's my boy in a new
pair O. trousers !"
"Put yer hand in there" I salt
proudly, as I took my own hand gu
of one Of my pockets, and pointe'
the way.
He did not accept the invitation, bu
laughed heartily and gave me littl
hug.
When we went out Of the churc
there stood Mr.. and Mrs. Horace Dur
kelberg, and Sally and some othe
children. 1t was a tragic moment TO
me when Sally laughed and ran bt
Hluu uSL uOlASl. Quiz WOIoC was
when a couple Of boys ran away CRY
ing, Look at the breeches!"
looked down at my breeches an
wondered what was wrong with then
They seemed very splendid to me an
yet saw at once that they were nc
popular. / went close to my AuI
Deel and partly hid myself in he
cloak. heard Mrs. Dunkelberg say
"Of course you'll come to Dime
with us?"
For a second my hopes leaped higl
I was hungry and visions of jell
cake and preserves rose before me. {
course there we're the trousers, bl
perhaps Sally would get used to I'll
trousers and ask me to play with he
"Thank We, but we've got goo
ways to go and we fetched a BIZ
with us-ayes" said Aunt Deel.
Eagerly I awaited an invitation fro
, the great Mrs. Dunkelberg that shou
be decisively urgent, but she on
said:
I'm very sorry you can't stay"
My hopes fell like bricks and va
: ished like bubbles.
The Dunkelbergs left us with plea
I ant words. They had asked me
shake hands with Sally, but I h,
} chung to my aunt's cloak and firm
/ refused to make any advances. Slo'
ly and without word we walk
across the park toward the tave
sheds.
We had started away up the Sou
; road when, to my surprise, Aunt DE
mildly attacked the Dunkelbergs.
"These aere village folks like
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