The Arizona copper camp., 1919-02-08
this great man-sartin ayes!'' said
Aunt Deel. 81 wonder who'll be the
next one?"

this great man-Sart1n ayes" said
Aunt Deel. 81 wonder who'll be the
next one?'
The work of the day ended, the
candles were grouped near the edge
of the table and my aunt's armchair
was placed beside them. Then sat
on Uncle Peabody's lap by the fire
or, as time went on in my small chair
beside him, while Aunt Deel adjusted
her spectacles and began to read.
remember vividly the evening we
took out the books and tenderly felt
their covers and read their titles.
There were "Cruikshanks' Comic Alma
nae" and floods Comic Annual";
tales by Washington Irving and James
X. Paulding and Nathaniel Hawthorne
and Miss Milford and Miss Austin;
the poems of John Milton and Felicia
Hemans. Of the treasures in the box
have now in my possession: A life
Of Washington, "The Life and Writ
ings of Doctor Duckworth," "The
Stolen Child" by "John Calf, ESQ.,;
''Rosine Laval" by ''Mr. Smith; Ser
mons and Essays by William Ellery
Claiming. We found in the box also,
thirty numbers of the ''United States
Magazine and Democratic Review"
and sundry copies of the ''New York
Mirror"
Aunt Deel began with "The Stolen
Child" She read slowly and often
paused for comment or explanation or
laughter or to touch the corner OF
an eye with corner of her handker-
chief in moments when we were all
deeply moved by the misfortunes OF
our favorite characters, which were
acute and numerous.
In those magazines we read of the
great West-"the poor mans para
dise"-'the stOneless land of plen-
ty'; of it's delightful climate, of the
ease with which the farmer prospered
on it's rich soil. Uncle Peabody spoke
playfully of going West, after that,
but Aunt Deel made no answer and
concealed her opinion on that sub
ject for long time. AS for myself,
the reading had deepened my inter-
est in the east and west and north
and south and in the skies above
them! How mysterious and inviting
they had become!
One evening neighbor had brought
the Republican from the post-ofice.
opened it and read aloud these words
in large type at the top Of the page:
"Silas Wright Elected to the U. S.
Senate"
''Well I want to know" Uncle Pea
body exclaimed. "That would make
me forgit it if 1 was goin' to be
hung. Go on and read what it says"
l read the choosing of our friend
for the seat made vacant by the res
ignation OF William L. Marcy, who
had been elected governor, and the
part which dost impressed us were
these words from a letter of Mr..
Wright TO Azariah Flagg Of Albany,
written when the former was asked
to accept the place:
II am too young and too poor for
such an elevation. / have not had
the experience in that great theater of
politics to qualify me for place so
S4dlLSU ana FSSpOHSlDIS. pISLcI
therefore the humber position which
I now occupy"
"Thats his way" said Uncle Pea
body. ''They had hard work to con- Z.
vince him that he knew enough to be
Surrogate"
"Big men have little conceit-ayes! !"
said Aunt Deel with a significant
glance at me.
The candles had burned low and
was watching the shroud of one Of
them when there came rap at the
door, 1t was unusual for any one to
come TO our door in the evening and
we were q bit startled. Uncle Pea
body opened it and old Kate entered .
without speaking and nodded to my
aunt and uncle and sat down by the
fire. Vividly I remembered the day
Of the fortune-telling. The same gem
(To Be Continued