Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-02-18


stories o. the old year nm you're Just
In time for the last O. them. Sit down.
lad, and God give ye patience! It'll
soon be over" y
After supper he got out his boxing
gloves and gave me lesson In the art
Of self-defense, in which, was soon
to learn, he was highly accomplished.
for we had q few rounds together
every day after that. He keenly en-.
joyed this form of exercise and soon
began to. My CAPACITY for taking pun
ishment without ninching grew apace
and before long got the knack Of
countering and that pleased him more
even than my work In school. have
sometimes thought.
God bless We, boyw he exclaimed
one day after had landed heavily on
his cheek, "ye've nice way o. sneakin'
In with yer right. I've q notion ye
may find It useful some day."
I wondered a little why he should
say that, and while I was wondering
he felled me with singing blow on
my nose.
"Ah, my lad-there's the best thing
I have seen ye do-get up an come
back with no mad in ye," he said as he
gave me his hand.
One day the schoolmaster called the
older boys to the front seats in his
room and among them.
Nov. boys, I'm going to ask ye
what ye want-to do In the world" he
sid. Don't be afraid to tell me what
70 may never have told before and I'll
do what can to help ye."
For some months I had been study
ing Z book just published, entitled,
'stenographic Sound-Hand," and had
learned its alphabet and practiced the
use Of 1t. That evening I took down
the remarks Of Mr.. Hacket in sound.
hand.
The academy chapel was crowded
with the older boys and girls and the
tcwnfolk. Tho master never clipped
his words In school as he was wont to
do when talking Familiarity with the
children.
"Since the leaves fell our little vii.
lsge has occupied the center of the
stage before an audience Of millions
IN the great theater Of congress. Our
leading citixen-the chief actor-has
been crowned with immortal fame, We
who watched the play were thrilled by
the query: VIII Uncle Sam yield to
temptation or cling to honor? He has
CHOSEN the latter course and we may
still hear the applause In distant gal.
leries beyond the sea. He has decided
that the public revenues must be paid
in honest money.
MY friend and classmate, George
Bancroft. the historian, has written
this letter to me out of a full heart:
"Your fellow townsman. silas
Wright, Is now the largest figure In
Washington. We were all'worried BY the
resolution Of Henry Clay until 1t began
to crumble under the irresistible attack
of Mr.. Wright. On the 18th he sub
mitted q report upon It which for lucid
and accurate statements presented in
the most unpretending manner won
universal admiration and will be re-
nembered alike for its intrinsic excel
lence and for having achieved one Of
the most memorable victories ever
gained in tho DATED States sonata
After long deboe Clay himsd3. COM
PEELED by the irresistible force Of argu-
m.ent in the report Of Mr.. Wright. was
obliged to retire from his position, his
resolution having been rejected by a
vote Of A to L."
With what pride and Joy I heard Of
this great thing that my friend had ac-
complishedl
Going out with the crowd that eve
ming, I.met Sally and Mr.. and Mrs.
Duhkelberg. The latter did not speak
to me and when asked Sally II I
could walk home with her she an
swered curtly. mo. thank you"
have got bit ahead Of my history.
Soon after the opening Of, the new
tyear-ten days or 90 later 1t may have
been-I had begun to feel myself en-
compassed by a new and subtle force.
It was . thing AZ intangible as heat
but as real as fire and more terrible. 1t
seemed to me. felt 1t first in the at
titude Of my play fellows They de-
MED me the confidence and intimacy
which had enjoyed before. They
whispered together In my presence. In
all this had not failed to observe that
Henry Wills had taken leading part.
The invisible. inaudible, mysterious
thing wrought great change in me. 1t
followed me through the day and lay
down with me at night. wondered
what / had done. I carefully surveyed
my clothes. They looked all right to
me. My character Was certainly no
worse than 1t had bsen. How II preyed
upon my peace and rest and happiness
that mysterious hidden thing!
One day Uncle Peabody came down
tc see me and walked through the
village with him. We met Mr.. Dunkel-
berg, who merely nodded and hurried
along. Mr.. Bridges, the merchant. did
not greet him warmly and chat with
him as he had been wont to do. saw
that The Thing-as I had come to
think Of twas following him also.
How It darkened his face! Even now
can feel the aching Of the deep,
bloodless wounds Of that day. I could
bear 1t better alone. We were trying
TO hide our pain from each other when