Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1919-06-26

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hitched my horse.
Barton Baynes! 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"
It was joyful news to me, for the
senator's silence had worried me and /
had begun to think with alarm Of my
future.
II wish that he would take you to
Washington to help him. The poor
man has too much to do"
II should think it a great privilege
to 60" I answered.
my boy likes you," she went on.
you have been brought up just as he
was. I used to read to him every eve
ming when the candles were lit. How
hard he worked to make a man Of him.
self! I have known the mothers joy.
I can truly say, Now let thy servant
depart in peace"
"'For mine eyes have seen thy sal
~vation,'" I 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 soon
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. 1 remember we'll
how tenderly she handled them!
II hope that Silas will get you to
help him"-those were the last words
she said to me when I babe her good
by.
The shadows were long when I got
to Canterbury. At the head Of it's
main street 1 looked down upon a viii
lage green and some fine old el1ns. It
was a s%ingularly quiet place. I 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
lives?" l asked.
swell, it's purity likely that I do" he
answered as he stood resting on his
sEath. "Ive lived seventy-two years
on this hill come the fourteenth day O.
June, an if I didn't know where she
lived I'd be 'shamed of it. Do you see
that big house down there in the
trees?"
l could see the place at which he
pointed far back from the village street
in the valley below US, the house near
ly hidden by tall evergreens.
eyes," I answered.
oval, that's the Squire Fullerton
place-he's Hates father"
"Toes the squire live +here?"
"No, sir-not eggzac'ly. He's dyin'
tbere-been dyin' there for two year
er more. By gosh! It's wonderful how
hard tits fer some folks to quit breath.
in. Say, be you any O. his family?"
emo"
"Nor no friend O. his?'
"No"
"Course not. He never had a friend
in his life-too mean! He's too mean
to die, mister-too mean fer hell an ]
wouldn't wonder-honest, I wouldn't
mebbe that's why God is keepin' him
here-jest to meller him up a little
Say, mister, be you in a hurry?"
"No.'
"Say, hitch yer boss an come il
here. I want to show We suthin'."
I dismounted and hitched my horse
to the fence and followed him into the
!, old churchyard, between weather
, stained messy headstones and graves
, overgrown with wild roses. Near the
, far end Of these thick-sown acres hi
:, stopped. :.
t Here's where the buryin begun
said my guide. '"The first hole in thu
hill was dug for a Fullerton"
There were many small monument
and slabs Of marble-some spotted
with lichens and all In commemorative
Of departed Fullertons.
"Say, look a. that" said my guide a
3 he pulled aside the stem of a leaf,
brier red with roses. "Jest read that
| mister"
: My keen eyes slowly spelled out tn
: time-worn words on a slab Of staine,
marble:
i Sacred to the memory Of
Katherine Fullerton
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proclaim his Word in every place
That they are dead who fall from grace
A dark shadow fell upon the hous
Of my soul and I heard a loud rappln,
at its door which confused me until
looking out, I saw the strange truth o
!, the matter. Rose leaves and blossom
seemed to be trying to hide it witt
their beauty, but In vain.