Connecticut western news., 1919-01-23

wrote there-ayes p said she. eve must keep it careful-ayes !-Pll put it in my trunk an give it to ye when ye go to Canton to scA4ool."
 "Has MT. Wright goneW I asked rather sadly.
 "Ayes! Land O mercy! He went away long before daylight with lot O jerked meat in a pack basket ayesi Yer uncle is goin' down to the village to see bout the mortgage this afternoon, ayes!'
 It was a Saturday and I spent it's hours cording wood in the shed, pans ing aoW and then tor a look into my grammar.
 Wnat a day it was !-the first of many like it. l never think of those days without saying to myself: "What a Gods blessing a man like Silas Wright can be in the community in which his heart and soul are as an open book!'
 As the evening came on 1 took a long look at my cords. The shed was nearly half full of them. Four rules of syntax, also, had been carefully stored away in my brain. l said them over as hurried down into the pasture with old Shep and brought in the cows. I got through milking just as Uncle Peabody came. I saw with joy that his face was cheerful.
 "Yip!" he shouted as he stopped his team at the barn door, where Aunt Deel and I were standing. eve afn't got muchi to worry about now. I've got the interest money right here in my pocket" h.
 We unhitched and went in to SUD- per. I was hoping that Aunt Deel would speak of my work but she seemed not to think of 1t. I went out on the porch and stood looking down with sad countenance. Aunt Deel followed me.
 "W'y, Bart" she exclaimed, "you're too tired to eat-ayes! Be ye sick?"
 I shook my head.
 Peabody" she called, "this boy has worked like a beaver every minute since you left-ayes he has! I never see anything to beat it-never! want you to come right out into the wood-shed an see what he's done this minute-ayes! v
 I followed them into the shed.
 "W'y of all things!' my uncle ex- claimed. "He's worked like mailer, ain't he?"
 There were tears in his eyes when t> ;,, Inn and squeezed it and said:
 Sometimes I wish ye was little again so I could take ye up in my arms an kiss ye just as I used to. Horace Dunllelberg says that you're the best-lookin' Doy he ever see"
 I repeated the rules had learned as we went to the table.
 ''Tm goin' to be like Silas Wright if I can," I added.
 "That's the idee!'' said Uncle Pea body. "You keep on as you've start ed an everybody'll milk into your pail."
 I kept on-nOt with the vigor of that first day with it's new inspiration but with growing strength and effec- tiveness. Nights and mornings and Saturdays I worked with a will and my book in my pocket or at the side of the field and was, I know, help of some value on the farm. My schol- arship improved rapidly and that year I went about as far as could hope to go in the little school at Leonard's Corners.
 
 'T wouldn't wonder if OP Kate was right about our boy" said Aunt Deel one day when she saw me with my book in the field.
 I began to know than that op Kate had somehow been at work in my soul-subconsciously as would now put 1t. I was trying to put truth into the prophecy. AS I look at the whole matter these days can see that MT. Grimshaw himself was a help no less important to- me, for it was sharp spur with which he con- tinued to prod us.