The Arizona copper camp., 1919-02-01

nead K1nu or watermelon Inump WIFI
the middle finger of her right hand and
with curious look In her eyes. Uncle
Peabody used to call it s'snaptious
look" Almost always he whacked the
bed with his slipper. There were ex-
ceptions, however, and, by and by,
came to know in each case the desti-
nation of the slipper, for if I had done
anything which really afflicted my con-
science that strip Of leather seemed to
know the truth, and found it's way to
my person.
Aunt Deel toiled necessarily. She
washed and scrubbed and polished and
| busted and sewed and knit from morn
| ing until night. She lived in mortal
! fear that company would come and
find her unprepared-Alma Jones or
Jabez Lincoln and his wife, or Ben and
Mary Humphries, or ''Afr. and Mrs.
Horace Dunkelberg." These were the
people Of whom she talked when +--.e
neighbors came in and when she was
not talking of the Bayneses. observed
that she always said "Mr. and Mrs.
Horace Dunkelberg." They we're the
conversational ornaments of our home.
'As Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg saws" or.
'as said to Mr.. Horace Dunkelberg,"
were phrases calculated to establish
our social standing. I supposed that
the world was peOpled by Joneses, Lin.
coins, Humphries and Dunkelbergs.
but mostly by Dunkelbergs. These lat
ter were very rich people who lived in
Canton village.
know, now, how dearly Aunt Deel
loved her brother and me. must have
been great trial to that woman of
Iorty unused to the pranks Of chill
dreH and the tender offices of a moth
er. Naturally turned from her to
my Uncle Peabody as a refuge and
help in time of trouble, with increasing
Tondness. He had no knitting or sew
Ing to do and when Uncle Peabody SAT
IN the house he gave all his time to
me and we weathered many a storm
together as we sat silently in his IA
vorite corner, of an evening, when I
always went to sleep in his arms.
was seven years old when Uncle
Peabody gave me the watermelon
seeds. put one Of them in my mouth
and bit it.
1T appears to me there's an awful
draft BLOWN. down your throat" said
Uncle Peabody. "You amt no busi-
ness eatin' a melon seed"
"Why?" was my query.
"'Cause it was made to put in the
ground. Didn't you know it was aliveY'
"Alivep' I exclaimed.
Alive" said he. "Pll show ye.'
He put a number of the seeds in
the ground and covered them, and
said that part Of the garden should
be mine. I watched it every day and
by and by two vines came up. One
sickened and died in dry weather. Un-
Gle Peabody said that I must water
the other every day. I did it faith
fully and the vine thr0ye.
1t was hard work, / thought, to GO
down into the, garden, night and morn
ing, with my little pail full of water,
but uncle said that should get my
pay when the melon was ripe. I had
also to keep the wood-box full and
feed the chickens. They were odious
tasks. When / asked Aunt Deel what
L should get for doing them she an
swered quickly:
"Nospanks and bread and butter
ayes!"
When asked what were ''nospanks''
she told me that they were part Of
the wages of a good child. was
better paid for my care of the water
melon vine, for it's growth was mea-
sured with a string every day and kept
me interested. One morning 1 found
five blossoms on it. / picked one and
carried lit to Aunt Deel. Another I
destroyed in the tragedy of catching
a bumblebee which had crawled into
its cup. In due time three small mel
ons appeared. When they were as
big as baseball I picked two of them.
One I. tasted and threw away as I
ran to the pump for relief. The other
l hurled at dog on my way to
school.
So that last melon on the vine had
my undivided affection. 1t grew in
size and reputation, and soon I
learned that reputation is about the
worst thing that a watermelon can
acquire while it is on the vine. I in
vited everybody that came to the
house to go and see my watermelon.
They looked it over and said pleas
ant things about it. When I was a
boy people used to treat children and
watermelons with a like solicitude.'
Both were a subject for jests and
produced similar reactions in the hui
man cOuntenance.
At last Uncle Peabody agreed with
me that it was about time to pick the
melon. I decided to pick it Immediate
ly after meeting on Sunday, so that
could give it to my aunt and uncle
at dinner-time. When we got home
ran for the garden. My feet and |