Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1919-01-08

every week or 30 for long time. Now
my stature filed them handsomely
and they filed me with q pride and
Satisfaction which I had never known
before.
"Now may the Lord help ye to be
careful-awful, terrible careful o
them clothes every minute O this
day" Aunt Deel cautioned as she
looked at me. "Don't git no horse
sweat nor wagon grease on EN-"
To Aunt Deel wagon grease was
the worst enemy of happy and re-
spectacle home.
We hitched our team to the grass
hopper spring wagon and set out on
our Journey. It was warm, haZy
Indian-summer day In November. As
we passed ':the mill'' we saw the ST.
lent Woman looking out Of the little
window Of her room above the black
smith shOp-a low. weather.stained.
frame building. hard by the main
road, with a narrow hanging stair on
the side Of 1t.
"She keeps watch by the winder
when she amt travelin'," said Uncle
Peabody. "knows all that's goin'
on-that woman-knows who goes to
the village an how long they stay.
When Grimsnaw goes by they say she
hustles off down the road In her rags.
She looks like a sick dog herself, but
I've heard that she keeps that room
o. hers Just as neat as pin"
Near the village we passed smart
looking buggy, drawn by a spry-foot'
ed horse in shiny harness. Then
noticed with pang that our wagon
was covered with dry mud and that
our horses were rather bony and our
harness kind of lead color. So !
was in an humble state Of mind when
we entered the village.
There was crowd of men and
women in front Of Mr.. Wright's office
and through it's open door saw many
of his fellow townsmen. We waited at
the door for few minutes. crowded
in while Uncle Peabody stood talk
ing to villager. The Senator caught
sight of me and came to my side and
put his hand on my head and said:
"Hello, Bart! How you've grown
and how handsome you look! Where's
your uncle?" ~
Hes there BY the door," I an
swered.
swell. les 60 and see him." 49,
Mr.. Wright was stouter and grayer
and grander than when I had seen
him last. He was dressed In black
broadcloth AMI wore q big beaver hat
and high collar and his hair was al
most white. I remember wildly his
clear, kindly. gray eyes and ruddy
cheeks. y
"Baynes, I'm glad to Gee you." he
said heartily. did ye bring me any
jerked meatT .I
"Didn't think Of it." said Uncle
Peabody. But I've got nice young
doe all jerked an II you're fond O
Jerk I'll bring ye down some to-mor'
rer."
I'D like to take some to Washing
ton, but I wouldn't have You bring
It so far"
I'D like to bring tt want a
chance to talk with ye for half an
hour or such a matter" said my I'M
Gle. 1--WE got a little trouble on my
hands" ~.
The Senator took US into his office
and introduced us to the leading men
Of the county.
Here" said che Senator as he put
his hand on my head, us a coming
man in the Democratic party"
The great men laughed at my
bushes and we came away with
deep sense Of pride in us. At last l
felt equal to the ordeal OF meeting
the Dunkelbergs. My uncle must have
shared my feeling, for, to my delight,
he went straight to the basement
store above which was the modest
sign: n. Dunkelberg, Produce"
'Well I swami" said the merchant
In the treble voice which I remem-
bered go well. "This is Bart and Pea
body! How are your il,
"Pretty WELL" I answered, my I'M
Gle being too slow Of speech to suit
my sense Of propriety. "How rs Sal
Tyr
The two men laughed heartily, much
to my embarrassment.
Hes getting right down to busi-
ness" said my uncle.
'eThat's right" said Mr.. Dunkelberg.
why, Bart. she's spry as a cricket
and pretty as picture. Come up to
dinner with me and see for yourself"
Uncle Peabody hesitated. whereupon
I gave him q furdve nod and he said
"Ail right" and then / had a deli
cious feeling of excitement. 1 had
hard work to control my impotence
when they talked.
By and by 1 asked, "Are you most
ready to got"
"Yes-come on-its after twelve
o'clock" said Mr.. Dunkesberg. "Sally
will be back from school now"
So we walked to the big house OF
the Dunkelbergs and I could hear my
heart beating when we turned IN at
the gate-the golden gate Of my youth
It must have been, for after i had
passed it I thought no more as child.
That rude push which Mr.. GrinshaW
gave me had hurried the passing.
1 was a little surprised at my own
dignity when Sally opened the door
to welcome US. My uncle told Aunt