Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-02-08
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A Tale Of the North
Country In the Time
Of Silss Wright
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Mr.. Grimshaw shook his head with
anger and beat the floor with the end
OF his cane.
Nobody knows anything o. the kind.
RAynes," said Mr.. Dunkelberg. "Of
course Amos never thought o. killing
anybody. He's n harmless Kind Of q
boy. ! know him well and so do you.
Under the circumstances Mr.. Grim.
shaw 10 afraid that Bart's story will
make It difficult for Amos to prove
his innocence"
Uncle Peabody shook his head With
look Of nrmness.
Again Grimshaw laughed between
his teeth as ne looked at my uncle.
q his view every man had his price.
II see that I'm the mouse an you're
the cat" he resumed. as that curious
laugh ratified In his throat. "Look q
here, Baynes. I'll tell ye what I'll do.
I'll cancel the hull mortgage"
Again Uncle Peabody rose from hls
chair with a look In his face which I
have never forgotten. How his voice
sang out
mo, sir!" he shouted 80 loudly that
We all jumped to our feet and Aunt
Deel covered her face with her apron
and began to cry. 1t was like the ex-
plosion Of q blast. Then the frag-
ments began falling with loud crash:
mo, SIR! YE CAN'T BUY THE
NAIL ON MY LITTLE FINGER OR
HIS WITH ALL YER MONEY
On your
It was like the shout OF Israel from
the top Of the mountains. Shop
bounced into the house with hair on
end and the chickens cackled and the
old rooster clapped his wings and
crowed with all the power OF his lungs.
Every member of that little group
stood stock still and breathless.
trembled with fear I could not
have defined. Mr.. Grimshaw shunled
out Of the door. his cane rapping the
floor as II his arm had been stricken
with palsy in . moment.
Mr.. Dunkelberg turned to my aunt,
his face scarlet, and mtttered an apol.
Ogy for the disturbance and followed
the money lender.
"Come on, Bart" Uncle Peabody
called cheerfully, as he walked toward
the barnyard. Lets 60 an git In
them but'nuts."
He paid no attention to our visi'
fors-neither did my aunt, who fol
lowed us. The two men talked to
gether . moment, unhitched theis
horses. got into their buggies and
drove away.
'Wal. I'm surprised at Mr.. Horace
Dunkelberg tryin', to come 1t over Us
like that-ayes! be-" said Aunt Deel.
"Wal. l amt" said Uncle Peabody
''Or Grimshaw has got him under his
thumb-that's what's the matter.
You'll find he's up to his ears In debt
to Grimshaw-probIy."
Al we followed him toward the
house, he pushing the wheelbarrow
loaded with sacks Of nuts, he added :
AT last Grimshaw has found some
thin that he can't buy an he's awful
surprised. Too bad he didn't learn
that lesson long ago."
He stopped his wheelbarrow BY the
steps and we sat down together on
the edge Of the stoop as he added:
II got mad--they KEEP pickin' on me
so-rm sorry. but couldn't help It.
Wen start up ag'in somewheres II We
have to. There's q good many days
work in me yet"
AS we carried the bags to the attic
room I thought of the lodestone and
the compass and knew that Mr.. Wright
had tforeseen what was likely to hap
pen.
When we came down Uncle Pea.
body said to me:
Il feel sorry. awful sorry, for that
boy"
We spent silent afternoon gather
ing apples. After supper We played
old sledge and my uncle had hard
work to keep US in good countenance.
We went to bed early and lay long,
hearing the autumn wind In the poppls
leaves and thinking Of that great thing
which had grown strong within us.
little by little, in the candle light.
(To be continued3