The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1919-05-29
CHAPTER xlv-continued.
So saying he handed me this letter:
"Canterburv. VT

so saying ne handed me this letter:
Canterbury, VT.
"June 1.
''Dear Slr.-I am interested In the
boy Barton Baynes. Good words about
him have been flying around like
pigeons. When school is out l would
like to hear from you. what Is the rec.
ord2 What do you think Of the soul
In him? What kind Of work Is best
for III II you will let me maybe
can help the plans Of God little. That
Is my business and yours. Thanking
you for reading this, am. as ever.
Goods humble servant,
KATE FULLERTON"
"Why. this Is the writing of the ST.
lent Woman" said before had read
the letter half through.
"Rovin' Katef"
Rowing Kate; never knew her 9TH
er name. but saw her handwriting
long ago."
''But look-this is q neatly written,
well-worded letter an the sheet is as
white and clean as the new snow. Un-
canny wOmanl They say she carries
she power O. God In her right hand.
So do all the wronged."
II wonder why Kate is asking about
me-" said. at
"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" tsF
Having come to the first flight of
the uplands, he left me with many a
kind word-how much they mean to
a boy who is choosing his way with a
growing sense Of lonelinessl
I reached the warm welcome of our
little home Just In time for dinner.
They were expecting me and 1t was a
regular company dinner-chicken pie
and strawberry shortcake.
How wen 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 told them
about the letter Of old Kate.
"Fullertoni' Aunt Deel exclaimed
~Are We sure that was the name, Bart?
"Yes"
"Goodness gracious sakes alive!"
She and Uncle Peabody gave each
other looks Of surprised inquiry.
"Do. you know anybody by that
name?" I asked.
1--WE used to-" said Aunt Deel as she
resumed her eating. Cant be shes
one O. the Sam Fullertons, can itr
"Oh, probTy not" said Uncle Pea
body. "Back East they's more Fuller
tons than ye could shake q stick at"
A week later we had our raising
Uncle Peabody did not want q public
raising. but Aunt Deei had had he
way. We had hewed and mortised ant
bored the timbers for our new home
The neighbors came with pixies ant
helped to raise and stay and cove
them. A great amount of human kind
ness went into the beams and rnfter
Of that home and Of others like 1t.
knew that The Thing was still aliv
In the neighborhood, but even tina
could not paralyze the helpful hands o
those people. Indeed. what was salt
OF my Uncle Peabody was nothin
more or less than a kind Of CONVERSE
tional firewood. ! cannot think tina
any one really believed 1t.
We had cheerful day. A barrel
hard cider had been set up In the door
yard. and ] remember that some dram
1T too freely. The he-O-hee Of the me
as they lifted on the pixies and tn
sound of the hammer and beetle ran
In the air from morning until nigh
Mrs. Rodney barnes and Mrs. DorOth
came to help Aunt Deel with the cool
ing and great dinner was served o
an improvIsed table in the dooryar'
where the stove was set up. Th
shingles and sheathes and clapboar
were on before the day ended.
Uncle Peabody and I put in tn
floors and stairway and partition
More than once In the days we weI
working together tried to tell hi
what Sally had told me. but my cou
age failed.
The day came. shortly. when ! ha
to speak out, and ! took the straigl
way Of my duty as the needle OF Il
compass pointed. 1t was the end
q summer day and we had watched Il
dusk fill the valley and come creepir
mp the slant, sinking the powders ar
thorn tops In its food. one by one. 4
we sat looking out of the open do'
that evening i told them what Sal
had told me Of the evil report whi'
had Travelled through the two towns.
Damn, little souled, narrer co
tracted-" Uncle Peabody, speaking
n low. sad tone, but with deep feelin
cut OF this highly promising opini'
before It was half expressed, and 70
and went to the water pail and dran
"As long as we're honest we dol
care what they say" he remarked
ne returned to his chair.
III they won't believe. .us, We oug
to show 'em the papers-eyes" "a
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