Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1919-01-14

'SflaS wright IS my boy" she said
what is your name|
Barton Baynes," I answered as
hitched my horse.
Barton Bnynes! 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"
1t was joyful news to me, for the
senator's silence had worried me and ]
had begun to think with alarm of nv
| future.
II wish that he would take you to
Washington to help him. The poor
man has too much to do"
81 should think it great privilege
to CO." l answered.
my boy likes you" she went on.
you have been brought up just as he
was. l used to read to him every eve
ming when the candles were lit. How
hard he worked to make a man of him
self l have known the mothers ioy.
I can truly say, Now let thy servant
depart in peace"
"Tor mine eyes have seen thy sal
vation,'" quoted.
! "YOu see | 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 | did. AS l
was going the gentle old lady gave
me pair of mittens which her distin-
gulShed son had worn during his last
winter in college. | remember we'll
how tenderly she handled them!
Il hope that Silas will get you to
help htm"-those were the last words
| she said to me when l babe her good
by.
The shadows were long when l got
to Canterbury. At the head of it's
main street l looked down upon vii
lage green and some fine old elms. 1t
was a singularly quiet place l stopped
IN front of big white meeting house.
An old man was moving in it's grave
yard near the highway. Slowly he
swung his scythe.
DO sou know where Kate Fullerton
lives?" | asked.
"Well, it's purity likely that do" he
answered as he stood resting on his
sEath. I've lived seventy-two years
on this hill come the fourteenth day O.
June, an If l didn't know where she
lived I'd be 'shamed of it. Do you see
that big house down there in the
treesP
L could see the place at which he
pointed far back from the village street
il the valley below us, the house near
ly hidden by tall evergreens.
EYES," / answered.
wal, that's the Squire Fullerton
place-he's Hates father"
Does the squire live there2"
mo, sir-nOt eggzac1y He's dyin'
tbere-been dyin' there for two year
er more. By gosh It's wonderful how
hard It's fer some folks TO quit breath
in. Say, be you any O. his familyY
"No."
"Nor no friend o. his2''
"Now
course not. He never had friend
in his Iife-too mean! He's too mean
to die, mister-too mean fer hell an I
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 hurryP"
"No."
"Say, hitch yer boss an come In
here. l want to show We suthin',"
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 he
stopped.
Here's where the buryin' begun s.
said my guide. ''The first hole in the
hill was dug for a Fullerton"
There were many small monuments
and slabs of marble-some spotted
with lichens and all in commemOratiOD
of departed FullertOns.
"Say, look a that" said my guide as
he pulled aside the stem of a leafy
brier red with roses. "Jest read that,
mister"
My keen eyes slowly spelled out the
time-wOrn words on slab of stained
! marble:
Sacred to the memory Of
| Katherine Fullerton
17S7-1S06
proclaim his Word in every place
That they are dead who fall from grace
/ A dark shadow fell upon the house
of my soul and heard loud rapping
at it's door which confused me until