The daily Alaskan., 1919-03-20
"MIchali Henry would rather see

Sure thay give no comfort 10 the nall at all"
 q guess mine are dry now" an. swered.
 'They're wet and heavy, boy. No son O Baldur could keep light heart in them. Sure Se'd be as much out O place as sunbeam in cave O bats. If ye care not for your own comfort think O the poor lad in the green chair. He's that proud and pleased to see them on ye 1t would ba a shame to reject his onter. Sure, if they were dry yer own garments would be good enough, God knows, but Michael Henry loves the lcok O ye in these togs, and then the Presi- dent is in town"
 That evening he discovered big stain, black as Ink, on my coat and trousers. Mir. Racket expressed the opinion that 1t might have come from the umbrella, but am quite sure that be had spotted them to save me from the last homemade suit ever wore, save In rough work, and keep Michael Henry's on my back, In any event I wore them DO more save at chore time.
 Sally came and went, with the Wills boy, and gave no heed to me. In her eyes l had no more substance than a ghost, 1t seemed to me, although l caught her, often, looking at me. | Judged that her father had given her bad report of us and had some re grets, in spite of my knowledge that we were right. although they related mostly to Amos.
 Next afternoon I saw Mir. Wright and the president walking back and forth on the bridge as they talked together. A number of men stood in front of the blacksmith shop, by the liver shore, watching them, as I passed, on my way to the mill on on errand. The two statesmen were In brOadcloth' and white linen and beaver hats. They stopped as I approached them.
 "Well, partner, we shall be leaving In an hour or so," said Mir. Wright as be gave me his hand. "You may look 1 for me here soon after the close of the session. Take care of yourself and go often to see Mrs. Wright and obey your captain and remember me to your aunt and uncle"
 "See that you keep coming, my good boy" said the president as he gave me his hand. with playful reference, no doubt, to Mir. Wright's remark that I was a coming man.
 Bart. I've some wheat to be thraShed In the barn on the back lot," said the senator as was leaving them. You can do 1t Saturdays. If you care to, at shilling an hour, Stack the straw out of doors until you've finished, then put 1t back in the bay. Wlnnow the wheat carefully and sack 1t and bring It down to the gran ary and I'll settle with you when I return" l remember that number of men. who worked in Grlmshaw's sawmIll were passing as he spoke.
 "Yes, sir," I answered, much elated, by the prospect of earning money. The examination of Amos was set down for Monday and the people of the village were stirred and shaken ; by widest rumors regarding the evl- dence to be addueed. Every day men and women stopped me in the street to ask what I knew of the murder. l followed the advice of Bishop Per kins and kept my knowledge to myself
 Saturday came, and when the chores
 were done went alone to the grain barn In the back lot of the senator's farm with fall and measure md broom and fork and shovel and sacks and my luncheon, in a pushcart, with all of which Mrs. Wright had provided me. It was a lonely place with woods on three sides of the field and a road on the other. I kept laying down beds of wheat on the barn floor ara beating them out with the fall until the sun was well over the roof, when sat down to eat my luncheon. Then I swept up the grain and winnoweu out the chafr and filled one Of my sacks. That done, I covered the floor again and the thump of the fail eased my loneliness until in the middle or the afternoon two of my schoolmates came and asked me to 80 swimming with them. The river was not forty rods away and a good trail led to the swimming hole. It was a warm' bright day and I was hot and thirsty. The thought of cool waters and friendly companionship was too much for me. went with them and stayed with them longer than l intended. l re- member saying as I dressed that should have to work late and go with out my supper in order to finish my stint. .a.. ........... ,. s.G ?
 It was almost dark when I was put ting the last sack of wheat into my cart, in the gloomy barn and getting ready to go.
 A rustling in the straw where l stood stopped me suddenly. l heard stealthy footsteps In the darkness. 4 stood my ground and demanded:
 "Who's there% . ..... .- -----