The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1919-04-03

Ayes wal L guess u man can't
grow old without his pants CROWN
old, ~too--ayes!" said Aunt Deel.
'If yer legs are in 'em ev'ry Sunday
they ketch il Of ye," my uncle an
swered. Long IN are hard on
pants, seems TO me-"
"An' the longer the legs the harder
the sermons-in them little seats over
t the schoolhouse-ayes" Aunt Deel
added by way Of justifylng his COM
plaint. "There wouldn't be so much
wear in a ten-mile walk-no 7"
The chicken pie was baking and the
strawberries were ready for the short
cake.
'I've been wallerin' since the dew,
was off gittin' them berries an VII
lets-cyesl' said Aunt Deel. now busy
with her work at the stove.
AUNT, you look as young as ever" ]
remarked.
She slapped my arm and said with
mock severity:
"stop thati W'yi You know better
ayes !"
How vigorously she stirred the fire
then.
81 can't return the complimentary
soul how you've changed-ayes! !" she
remarked.
II hope you amt fit no more, Bart.
/ can't bear to think O. you flynn at
folks an poundin' Of 'em. Don't seem
right-no, it don'tr"
"Why, Aunt Deel, what in the world
do you mean?" l asked.
"It's Purvis' brain that does the
p%oundln', l guess said my uncle.
Its kind o. got the habit. It's a reg
lar beetle brain. To hear him talk
ye'd think he an you could clean cut
the hull Mexican nation-barrin' acct
dents. Why, anybody would suppose
that yer enemies go to climbin' trees
as 500 as they see We comm an that
you pull the trees up by the roots to
git at EN-"
"a certain amount of such deviltry
Is necessary TO the comfort of Mr..
Purvis," l remarked. IF there Is n o
body else to take the responsibility
for 1t he assumes it himself. His imag-
ination has an intense craving for
blood and violence. It's that type of
American who, egged IN by the slave
power, is hurrying us into trouble
with Mexico"
Purvis came In presently with a
look in his face which betrayed his
knowledge of the fact that all the cob
webs spun by his fancy were nov to
be brushed away. Still he enjoyed
them while they lasted and there was
a kind of tacit claim In his manner
that they were subjects regarding
which no honest man could be expect
ed to tell the truth.
AS we ate our dinner they told me
that an escaped slave had come into
a ~neighboriing county and excited the
people with stories of the auction
block and of negroes driven like yoked
oxen on plantations in South Carolina,
whence he had escaped on a steam
boat.
Il b1ieve I'm goin' to vote for abo-
%lition," said Uncle Peabody. II Won
der what Sile Wright will say to that"
Hell probably advise against it; the
time isn't ripe for so great a CHANGE
was my answer. she thinks that the
whole matter should be left to the gla.
cial action of times forces"
Indeed I had spoken the view OF
the sounder men of the North. The
But the attitude of Uncle Peabody
was significant. The sentiment In ia
vor Of a change was growing. 1t was
now to be reck0ned with, for the abo
lition party was said to hold the bal
nee of power In New York and New
England and was behaving itself Xix,
a bull in a china shop.
!. After dinner 1 tried to put on som,
Of my old clothes, but found that m,
nakedness had so expanded that the.
would not cover 1t, so / hitched m,
, white mare on the spring wagon an,
drove to the village for my trunk.
/ Every week day after that 1 worke'
r in the fields until the senator arrives
, in Canton about the middle of Angus,
, On one Of those happy days 1 receive
a letter from old Kate, dated, to m
surprise, In Saratoga. 1t said: :
"Dear Barton Baynes: I thought
. would let you know that my father l
g dead. I have come here to rest an
Z have found some work to do. / am be
r ter now. Have seen Sally. She is yer
r beautiful and kind. She does not kno'
that l am the old witch. / have change
so. The others do not know-it
better hat way. I think 1t was tt
Lord that brought me here. He has
way of taking are Of some peopl
my boy. Do you remember when I b
u gan to call you my boy-you were We,
little. 1t Is long. long ago since I FIR
Il saw you In your fathers dooryard-
J. you said you were going to mill on
butterfiy's back. You looked just as
thought my boy would look. You ga'
r me a kiss. What q wonderful gift
d was to me theni I began to love 70
,s I have no one else to think of now.
of hope you won't mind my thinking
"a much of you.