Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-06-13
loopzrIgh.. By Irving naeheIIerl
CHAPTER xvii-continued.

tOa0 OF my. aunt Ot6A StoOQ VI titS
front steps looking down the road.
Now and then her waving handker-
chief went to her eyes. Uncle Pea
body came down the standard off his
load and walked toward me.
"Say stranger, have you seen any
thing of a teller by the name O Bart
Baynes?" he demanded.
"Have your" ] asked.
mo, sir, / amt. Gosh a'mightyl
Say what have We done with that boy
Of our'n?"
"What have you done to our houseT
asked again.
"Built on an addition"
"That's what I've done to your boy"
answered.
THUNDER an lightnin'l How you've
raised the roof !" he exclaimed as he
grabbed my satchel. Dressed like a
statesman an bigger'n bullmoose.
/ can't 'rastle with you no more. But,
say, I'll run We race. / can beat ye
an carr" the satcheL too"
We ran pell-mell up the lane to the
steps like a pair of children.
Aunt Deel did not speak. She Just
put her arms around me and laid her
dear old head upon my breast. Uncle
Peabody turned away. Then what {
silencel OF in the edge of the wood
land heard the fairy flute of a wood
thrush,
"Purvis, you drive that load on the
floor an put up the hosses," Uncle
Peabody shouted in moment. ''If
you don't like it you can hire mother
man. I won't do no more till after
dinner. This slave business is played
cut"
"All right" Purvls answered.
"You bet it's all right. I'm fer abo-
ltion an I've stood your domlneerin',
nigger-driver ways long enough fer
one mornin'. If you don't like it you
can look for another man."
Aunt Deel and began to laugh at
this goOd-natured, make-believe scold-
ing Of Uncle Peabody and the emo
tiOnal strain was over They led me
into the house, where a delightful sur
prise awaited me, for the rooms had
been decorated with baIsam boughs
and sweet ferns. A glowing mass of
violets, framed in moss, occupied the
center of the table. The house was
filled with the odors of the forest,
which, as they knew, were dear to me.
l ha0 written that they might expect
me some time before noon, but ]
begged them not to meet me In Can
ton, as l wished to walk home after
my long ride. So they We're ready for
me.
! remember how they felt the cloth
on my back and how proudly they sur
veyed it.
Couldn't buy them goods round
these parts" said Uncle Peabody
Nor nOthin' like 'em-.no, SIR"
Feels leetle bit like the butcernut
trousers" said Aunt Deel as she felt
my coat.
Ayes, but them butternut trousers
amt what they used to be when they
was young and limber," Uncle Peabody
remarked. Seems so they was get
tin kind o. wrinkled an baldheaded-
like, Specially where I set down."
"Ayesl Wal | guess a man can't
grow old without his pants CROWN
old, too-ayes ~ said Aunt Deel.
IF yer legs are in 'em ev'ry Sunday
they ketch it Of ye," my uncle an
swered. Long sermons are hard on
pants, seems to me-"
AN the longer the legs the harder
the sermons-in them little seats over
the schoolhouse-ages Isl" Aunt Deel
added by way of Justifying his COM
plant. There wouldn't be so much
wear In ten-mile walk-nor
The chicken pie was baking and the
strawberries were ready for the short
cake
I've been wallerin' since the dew
was off gittin' them berries an vi
sets-ayesl'' said Aunt Deel, now bus
with her work at the stove.
Aunt, you look as young as ever" :
remarked.
She slapped my arm and said with
mock severity:
ayes y
then.
can't return the complimentary
souI how you've changed--ayes y she
remarked.
1 hope you amt fit no more, Bart.
1 can't bear to think O. you flynn at
AoiEs an poundin' OF ELLA. Don't seem
Flght-no. it don'tl"
Why, Aunt Deel, what in the world
20 you meanT 1 asked.
It's Purvis' brain that does the
9olndin'. I guess" said my uncle.
IT'S Kind O. got the habit It's Z lcg'-
sar beetle brain. To hear him talk
geo think he an you could clean out
tiie null Mexican natlon-barrin' acct
lsntS. Why, anybody would suppose
aaat yer enemies go to clirnbin' trees