The Yale expositor., 1919-01-23

the INepuDucdn from the pOSL-OHlce.
l opened 1t and read aloud these words
in large type at the top of the page:
"Silas Wright Elected to the U. S.
Senate"
"Well / want to known Uncle Pea.
body exclaimed. "That would make
me forglt it If 1 was goin' to be
hung. Go on ana read what it says"
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 most impressed us were
these words from letter of Mr.
Wright TO Azariah Flagg of Albany
written when the former was asked
to accept the place:
81 am too young and too poor for
such an elevation. 1 have not had
the experience in that great theate7 OF
politics to qualify me for a place so
exalted and responsible. prefer
therefore the humber position which
1 now occupy"
"That's his way" said Uncle Pea.
body. "They had hard work to con-
vince him that he knew enough to be
Surrogate"
'Big men have little conceit-ayesl !"
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 a rap at the
door. 1t was unusual for any one to
come to our door in the evening and
we were a 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 1 remembered the day
II the fortune-telling. The same gen
tie smile lighted her face as she
looked at me. She held up her hand
with four fingers spread above it.
"Ayes," said Aunt Deel, "there are
four perils."
My aunt rose and went into the
but'ry while 1 sat staring at the
ragged old woman. Her hair was
white now and partly covered by a
worn and faded bonnet. Forbiddina
as she was did not miss the sweet
ness i'm her smile and her blue eyes
when she looked at me. Aunt Deel
came with a plate of doughnuts anc
bread and butter and head chez 81
and said in a voice full of pity:
"Poor oil Kate-ayes! Here's some
thin for ye-ayes!
She turned to my uncle and said:
peabody Baynes, what'n we do
I'd like to knOw-ayesl She cant
rove all night"
'Tll git some blankets an make
a bed for her, good 'nough for any
body, out in the hired mans room
over the she'd" said my uncle.
He brought the lantern-a little
tower of perforated finland put o
lighted candle inside of it. Then he
beckoned to the stranger, who fol
lowed him out of the front door with
the plate of food in her hands.
"Well 1 declare It's a long time
since she went up this road-ayes =
said Aunt Deel, yawning as she re
sumed her chair.
"Who is OF Kate?'1 / asked.
ooh, just a poor oil crazy woman
wahders all 'round-ayes
"What made her crazyT"
ooh, guess somebody misused and
deceived her when she was young
ayesl It's an awful wicked thing t.
do. Come, Bart-go right up to bed
now. It's high time-ayes
81 want to wait It'll Uncle Peabody
comes back" said /.
"vyhy?"s
atm afraid she'll do somethin
to him."
"Nonsensei OF Kate. is just as harm
less as a kitten. You take your can
die and go right up to bed-this min
ute-ayes J"
/ went upstairs with the candle
and undressed very slowly anC
thoughtfully while 1 listened for the
footsteps of my uncle. / did not ge
into bed until 1 heard him come IL
and blow out his lantern and star
up the stairway. AS he undresse(
he told me how for many years thu
strange woman had been rowing il
the roads cup hill and down dale
thousands an thousands o. miles,
and never reaching the end Of ne
journey.
In a moment we heard a low wa
above the sounds of the breeze tina
shook the leaves of the old "popple'
tree above our roof.
whats that?" 1 whispered.
81 guess it's oil Kate ravin'," sal,
Uncle Peabody.
It touched my heart and lay lis
tening for a time. but heard only tn
loud whisper of the popple leaves.