The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1919-03-20
THF LI6HT
I'M TIE CLEARING.
A TALE OF THE NORTH COUNTRY
IN THE TINE OF SILAS WRIGHT
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IRVINE nAEHELLER
F., ISLES
ETC
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CHAPTER discontinued.
AUTHOR or
EBEN HOLDEN DRi AND BARREL OF THE BLESSED ISLES
KEEPING UP WITH LIZZIE. ETC. ETC


1 count this one Of the great events
of my youth. But there was a greater
pne, although 1t seemed not so at the
time Of 1t. A traveller on the road to
Ballybeen had dropped his pocketbook
containing a large amount of money
$1,000 was the sum, If I remember
rightly. He was a man who, being
Justly suspicious Of the banks, had
withdrawn his money. Posters an
bounced the loss and the offer Of
large reward. The village was pro-
foundly stirred by them. Searching
parties went up the road stirring its
dust and cropping in its grass and bril-
ers for the great prize which was sup
posed to be lying there. 1t was said,
however, that the quest had been I'M
successful. So the lost pocketbook
became a treasured mystery of the
village and of all the hills and val
eys toward Ballybeen-a topic Of old
wives and Cabling husbands at the
sreside for unnumbered years.
BY and by the fall term Of school
ended. Uncle Peabody came down to
get me the day before Christmas. I
had enjoyed my work and my life at
the Jackets, on the whole, but was
glad to be going home again. My
uncle was In high spirits and there
we're many packages in the sleigh.
"a merry Christmas to We both an
may the Lord love vel" said Mr..
Hacket as he babe us goodby. "Every
day our thoughts will be going up the
hills to your house."
The bells rang merrily as we hur-
ried through the swamp In the hard
snow paths.
"We're goin' to move" said my
uncle presently. "We've agreed to get
out by the middle o. May"
SLOW does that happen?" asked.
81 settled with Grimshaw and agreed
to 60. If it hadn't "a been for Wright
and Baldwin we wouldn't "a got q
cent. They threatened to bid against
him at the sale. So he settled. We're
goin' to have new home. We've
bought q hundred an fifty acres from
Abe Leonard Coin to build a new
house in the spring. 1t will be nearer
the village"
He playfulIy nudged my ribs with
his elbow.
"We've had little good luck, Bart"
he went on. "tll tell We what it is If
you won't say anything. about it."
promised.
81 dunno as Il would matter much"
he continued, "but I don't want to do
any braggin'. 1t amt anybody's bust
ness, anyway. An old uncle over In
Vermont died three weeks ago and
left us thirty-eight hundred dollars.
1t was old Uncle Ezra Baynes O.
Hinesburg. Died without chick or
child. Your aunt and me slipped down
to Potsdam an took the stage an
went over an got the money. 1t was
more money than / ever see before
In my life. We put 1t in the bank In
Potsdam to keep 1t out O. Grimshaw's
hands. I wouldn't trust that man as
fur as you could throw bull by the
tail"
It was a cold, clear night, and when
we reached home the new stove was
swapping with the heat in its firebox
and the pudding putting in the pot
and old Shep dreaming in the chimney
corner. Aunt Deel gave me hug at
the door. Shep barked and leaped to
my shoulders.
"why, Bartl You're CROWN like a
weed-ain't ye?-ayes We be-" my
aunt said as she stood and looked at
ne. "Set right down here an warm
ye--ayes 1--we done all the chores
pyesw
How warm and comfortable was the
dear old room with those beloved faces
In It. / wonder IL paradise itself can
seem more pleasant to me. l have had
the best food this world can provide,
In my time, but never anything that
ate with keener relish than the
pudding and milk and bread and but
Ter and cheese and pumpkin pie which
Aunt Deel gave MS that night
Supper over, wiped the dishes for
my aunt while Uncle Peabody went
out to feed and water the horses. Then
we sat down In the genial warmth
lille I told the story Of my life In
'the busy town." as they called 1t.
hat pride and attention they gave
me then!
My fine clothes and the story Of how
[ had come by them taxed my inge-
nuity somewhat, although not improp-
erly. ] Rad to be careful not to let
them know that had been ashamed
IF the homemade suit. They somehow
felt the truth about 1t and a little
silence followed the story. Then Aunt
Decl drew her chair near me and
touched my hair very gently and
looked into my face without speaking.
Ayes i know" she said presently,
N a kind Of caressing tone, with q
ouch of sadness In II. "They amt
ssed to coarse homespun STUFF down
there IN the village. They made fun
y ye-~1idn't they, Bart7"
" don't care about that" assured
hem "~rhe minds the measure OF
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