Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1919-05-15
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CHAPTER xlv-contInued.
'oo saying he handed me this letter:
Canterbury, Vt,
"June 1.
sDeaf Sir.-I am interested in the
3sy Barton Baynes. Good words about
Kim have been flying around like
cageons. When school Is out I would
ike to hear from you, what is the rec.
srd3 What do you think Of the soul
a him1 What kind Of work is best
Tor it, II you will let me maybe I
can help the plans Of God little. That
p my business and yours. Thanking
aou for reading this, am, as ever,
Goods humble servant,
KATE FULLERTON"
"Why, this is the writing Of the ST.
dent Woman" I said before I.had read
the letter half through.
"Rovin' Kate?"
''Rovine Kate; never knew her 9TH
~ name, but saw her handwriting
long ago."
''But look-this is 4 neatly written,
.well-worded letter an the sheet is as
white and clean as the new snow. On.
canny womanI They say she carries
the power o. God In her right hand.
10 do all the wronged."
II wonder why Kate is asking about
me-" I said.
'Never mind the reason. She is your
friend and let US thank God for 1t.
Think how she came to yer help In the
old barn an say thousand prayers,
my lad"
Having come to the first flight Of
the uplands, he left me with many a
klnd word-how much they mean to
q boy who Is choosing his way with q
growing sense of loneliness!
I reached the warm welcome Of our
little home just In time for dinner.
They were expecting me and it was a
regular company dinner-chicken pie
and strawberry shortcake.
How well remember that hour with
the doors open and the sun shining
brightly on the blossoming fields and
the Joy Of man and bird and beast In
the return Of summer and the talk
about the late visit of Alma Jones and
Mr.. and Mrs. Lincoln!
While we were eating I told them
about the letter of old Kate.
"Fullerton!" Aunt Deel exclaimed.
Fare We sure that was the name, Bart?'
EYES,"
'tGoodness gracious sakes alive!'
She and Uncle Peabody gave each
other looks Of surprised inquiry.
"Dv you know anybody by that
namc?' asked.
1--WE used to-" said Aunt Deel as she
eesumed her eating. "Can't be she's
3nc O. the Sam Fullertons. can it?''
"Oh. probIy not" said Uncle Pea
body. "Back East they's more Fuller.
tons than ye could shake a stick att
A week later we had our raising.
Dncle Peabody did not want a public
raising, but Aunt Deel had had her
Say. We had hewed and mortised and
bored the timbers for our new home
The neighbors came with pixies and
helped to raise and stay and cover
them. A great amount of human kind.
-aess went into the beams and rafters
of that home and of others like 1t.
&new thai The Thing was still alive
an the neighborhood. but even that
sould not paralyze the helpful hands Of
those people. Indeed, what was said
fsf my Uncle Peabody was nothing
more or less than kind Of converse.
Aonal frewood. cannot think that
any one really believed It.
We had cheerful day. A barrel Of
bard cider had been set up in the door.
yard, and remember that some drank
It too freely. The he-o-hee Of the men
rs they lifted on the pixies and the
sound Of the hammer and beetle rang
a the ali from morning until night
9drs Rodney Barnes and Mrs. Dorothy
Fame to help Aunt Deel with the cook.
ing and a great dinner was served on
IAN lmprovlsed table in the dooryard
where the stove was set up. The
shingles and sheathea and clapboard
we're on before the day ended.
Uncle Peabody and I put In the
floors and stairway and partitions
sdore than once In the days we were
working together I tried to tell him
ssshat Sally had told me, but my cour
shge failed.
The day came. shortly. when had
10 speak out, and took the straight
sway Of my duty as the needle Of the
compass pointed. It was the end Of
p summer day and we had watched the
4usk I'LL the valley and come creeping
Up the slant, sinking the powders and
thorn tops in its food. one by one. Az
sRe sat looking out Of the open door
that evening I told them what Sally
Aad told me Of the evil report which
had Travelled through the two towns.
damn, little souled, narrer con
.)racted--" Uncle Peabody, speaking ii
: low, sad tone, but with deep feeling
nut Off this highly promising opinion