Connecticut western news., 1919-01-30

"A fine sip e girl thut ar a boru scholar. SAW you look at her SIS the Persian locks at the rising sun."
 blushcd and Mary and her moileI and the boy John looked at me anG laughed.
 'Puer pulcherrime Mir. Hacket exclaimed with q kindly smile.
 Uncle Peabody would have called t a "stout snag." The schoolmaster had hauled it out of his brain very deftly and chucled it down before me in a kind of challenge.
 "What does that mc2n?' I asked.
 "You shall know in a week, my son." he answered. CT shall put you into the Latin class Wednesday morning, and God help you to like it as we'll as you like Sally"
 Again they laughed and again I blushed.
 'Hold up yer head, my brave lad" he went on. "Ye've a perfect right to like Sally if ye've heart to.
 "A lad in his teens VIII never know beans
 If he hasn't an eye for the girls"
 It was merry supper, and when it ended Mir. Racket rose and took tho green chair from the table, cxclaim- ing: -,E .-. ...s. >.... .. -.
 "hfichael Henry, God bless ycu!"
 Then he kissed his wife and said:
 Maggie, you wild rose Of Erinl I've been all day in the study. must take walk or shall get an exalted abdo- men. One is badly beaten in the race O life when his abdomen gets ahead of his toes. Children, keep our young friend happy here until I come back, and mind you, don't forget the good fellow in the green chair"
 Mary helped her mother with the dishes, while sat with a book by the fireside. Soon Mrs. Racket and the children came and sat down with me.
 Let's play backgammon" Mary pro- posed. ...-
 'I don't want to-" said John.
 Don't forget Michael Henry" she reminded.
 'Who is Michael Henry?" asked.
 "Sure, he's the boy that has never been born," said Mrs. Racket. "He was to be the biggest and noblest of them-kind an helpful an cheery hearted an beloved O God above all the others. We try to live up to him."
 He seemed to me very strange and wonderful creature-this invisible oc- cupant of the green chair.
 I know now what knew not then that Michael Henry was the spirit of their home-an ideal of which the empty green chair was constant re- hinder.
 We played backgammon and "old maid" and everlasting until MT. Racket returned.
 The sealed envelope which MT. Wright had left at our home, long time before that day, was in my pocket. At last the hour had come when I could open it and read the message of which I had thought much and with growing interest.
 I rose and said that I should like to go to my room. MT. Racket lighted a candle and took me upstairs to a little room where my chest had been deposited. There were in the room bed, chair, portrait of Napoleon Bonaparte and small table on which were dictionary, Bible and num- Der of schoolbooks. v !
 '"These were Mary's books" said MT. Racket. q told your uncle that ye could use them an welcome"
 I sat down and opened the sealed envelope with trembling hands and found in it this brief note: .+
 Dear Partner: I want you to ask the wisest man you know to explain these words to you. I suggest that you commit them to memory and think often of their meaning. They are from Job:
 "sHis bones are full of the sins of his youth, which shall lie down with him in the dust
 "I believe that they are the most impressive in all the literature I have read.
 "Yours truly,
 "SILAS WRIGHT, JR."
 I read the words over and over again, but knew not their meaning. Sadly and slowly I got ready for bed. The noises of the village challenged my ear after I had put out my candle. There were many barking dogs. Some horsemen passed, with a creaking of saddle leather, followed by a wagon. Soon heard running feet and eager voices. I rose and looked out of the open window. Men were hurrying down the street with lanterns.
 He's the son O Ben Grimshaw," I heard one of them saying. "They caught him back in the south woods yesterday. The sheriff said that he tried to run away when he saw 'em coming"
 What was the meaning of this? What had Amos Grimshaw been do- ing? I trembled as I got back into bed--I cannot even now explain why,