Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1919-01-03

will not understand them for long
time. Ask every wise man you meet
to explain them to you, for all your
happiness will depend upon your I'M
.derstanding of those few words in the
envelope"
In the morning Aunt Deel put 1t
In my hands.
81 wonder what in the world he
wrote there-ayes!" said she. "We
must keep it careful-ayes I'll put
it in my trunk an give it to ye when
ye 60 to Canton to school,"
elias Mr.. Wright gone" I asked
rather sadly.
"Ayes Land O. mercy. He went
away long before daylight with a lot
o. jerked meat in pack basket
ayes Yer uncle is goin' down to the
village to see bout the mortgage this
afternoon, ayes"
1t was a Saturday and l spent its
hours cording wood IN the shed, raus-
ing now and then tor look into
my grammar
What a day it was THE first of
many like it. | 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 | 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. said
them over as l hurried down into the
pasture with old Shep and brought in
the cows. | got through milking just
as Uncle Peabody came. | saw with
joy that his face was cheerful.
"Yip!" he shouted as he stopped his
team at the barn door, where Aunt
Deel and l were standing. "We amt
got much to worry about now. I've
got the interest money right here in
my pocket"
We unhitched and went in to sup
per- l was hoping that Aunt Deel
would speak of my work but she
seemed not to think of it.
l 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 We sick?'
l shook my head.
peabody" she called, "this boy has
worked like beaver every minute
since you left-ayeS he has, l never
see anything to beat it-rnever! |
want you to come right out into the
wood-shed an see what he's done
this mnute-ayeS :"
1 followed them into the shed.
"W'y of all things" my uncle ex-
claimed. Hes worked like mailer,
amt heT"
There were tears in his eyes when
he took my hand in his rough palm
and squeezed it and said:
Sometimes | wish we was little
again so | could take We up in my
arms an kiss We just as | used to.
Horace Dunkelberg says that you're
the best-lookin' boy he ever see"
l repeated the rules | had learned
as we went to the table.
"Im gon' to be like Silas Wright if
1 can" added.
"That's the idee" said Uncle Pea
body. "You keep on as you've start
ed an everybody'll milk into your
pail"
kept On-nOt with the vigor of
that first day with its new inspiration
but with growing strength and effec-
tiveness. Nights and mornings and
Saturdays l worked with will and
my book in my pocket or at the side
of the field and was, know, a 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 LeOnards
Corners.
"I wouldn't wonder If Of Kate was
right about our boy" said Aunt Deel
one day when she saw me with my
book in the field.
began to know than that Of Kate
had somehow been at work in my
ul-subcOnsciously as l would now
put it, l was trying to put truth
into the prophecy. AS look at the
whole matter these days | can see
that Mr.. Grlmshaw himself was a
help no less important to me, for it
was sharp spur with which he con-
tinued to prod us.
Continued Next Week