The Holly chieftain., 1919-03-20
CHAPTER xlv-contInued.

boy Barton Baynes. Good words about
him have been flying around like
pigeons. When school is out 1 would
ike to hear from you, what Is the rec
ord? What do you think of the soul
In him? What kind of work is best
for 1t? H you will let me maybe l
can help the plans of God little. That
Is my business and yours. Thanking
you for reading this, am, as ever.
Goods humble servant,
KATE FULLERTON"
"Why. this is the writing of the ST.
lent Woman" 1 said before had read
the letter half through.
''Rovin' Kate?"
Rowing Kate; never knew her 9TH
er name, but l saw her handwriting
long ago"
''But look-this is neatly written,
well-worded letter an the sheet is MS
white and clean as the new snow. Un-
canny woman! They say she carries
the power O. God in her right hand.
So do all the wronged."
II wonder why Kate is asking about
me-" said.
4NCsSA Ahiiu tlS lSdiSOus Du6 ~ YOUR
friend and let us thank God for 1t.
Think how she came to yer help in the
old barn an say thousand prayers,
my lad"
Having come to the first flight of
the uplands, he left me with many
kind word-how much they mean to
boy who is choosing his way with
growing sense of loneliness!
reached the warm welcome of our
little home just in time for dinner.
They were expecting me and 1t was
regular company dinner chicken pie
and strawberry shortcake.
How well I remember that hour with
the doors open and the sun shining
brightly on the blossoming fields and
the JOY of man and bird and beast in
the return Of summer and the talk
about the late visit of Alma Jones and
Mr.. and Mrs. LincolnI
While we were eating I told them
about the letter of old Kate.
''Fullerton!" Aunt Deel exclaimed.
"Are We sure that was the name, Bart?"
EYES,"
Goodness gracious sakes alive"
other looks Of surprised inquiry.
DO you know anybody by that
name?" asked.
I'VE used to-" said Aunt Deel as she
resumed her eating. Cant be she's
one O. the Sam Fullertons, can it9"
"Oh, prob'ly not" said Uncle Pen
body. Back East they's more Fuller
tons than ye could shake stick at"
A week later we had our raising.
Uncle Peabody did not want public
raising, but Aunt Deel had had her
way. We had hewed and mortised and
bored the timbers for our new home.
! The neighbors came with pixies and
helped to raise and stay and cover
them. great amount of human kind
ness went into the beams and rafters
I OF that home and of others like it.
: knew that The Thing was still alive
In the neighborhood, but even that
could not paralyze the helpful hands Of
those people. Indeed, what was said
OF my Uncle Peabody was nothing
more or less than kind of conversa-
tional firewood. cannot think that
any one really believed it.
We had cheerful day. A barrel of
hard cider had been set up in the door
yard, and remember that some drank
1t too freely. The he-o-hee of the men
as they lifted on the pixies and the
sound of the hammer and beetle rang
IN the air from morning until night
Mrs. Rodney Barnes and Mrs. Dorothy
came to help Aunt Deel with the cook
Ing and great dinner was served on
an improvised table in the dooryard,
where the stove was set up. The
shingles and sheathes and clapboard
were on before the day ended.
Uncle Peabody and l put in the
floors and stairway and partitions.
More than once in the days we were
working together ! tried to tell him
what Sally had told me, but my cour-
age failed.
The day came. shortly, when had
to speak out, and l took the straight
way Of my duty as the needle of the
compass pointed. 1t was the end of
a sumter day and we had watched the
dusk Ill the valley and come creeping
up the slant, sinking the powders and
thorn t,,ps in Its flood, one by one. As
we sat looking out of the open door