The daily Alaskan., 1919-03-22

detail after another came out in the evidence,
 The facts hereinbefore alleged; and others, were proved for the tracks fit- ted the shoes of Amos. The young man was held and presently indicted. The time, ofEhis trial was, not deter mined.
 Iiwrote a good hand thoss days and. the leading merchant of the village engaged me to post his books every; Saturday at ten cents an hour. Thence forward until Christmas. gave my free days to that task. I estimated the sum that I should earn and pianned'to divide k in equal parts and proudly present It to my aunt ana uncle. on Christmas day.
 One Satufday"while I was at work on the, bigaledger5 of heLmerchant ran upon this Item:
 October a-S. wriEht-To ono suit
 of clothes for Michael Henry from
 measures furnished by s. Robin
 son Shirts to match ...........""".....''' l."
 I. knew then the history of the suit of clothes which had worn since that rainy October night. for remembered that Sam Robinson, the tailor, had measured me at our house and made up the cloth of Aunt Deels weaving.
 I observed, also. that numerous ar tlcles-a load of wood, two sacks of flour, three, pairs of boots, one coat ten pounds of salt pork and four bushels of potatoes-all for Michael Henryr-had been charged to Silas Wright.
 So by the merest chance I learned that the invisible. Michael Henry" was the almoner of the modest statesman and really the spirit of Silas Wright feeding the hungry and clothing the naked and warming the cold house. in the absence of its owner. It was the heart of Wright joined to that of the schoolmaster. which sat in the green chair.
 I fear that my work suffered; e mo- Inent's interruption, for just then l began to know the great heart of the senator. Its warmth was in the cloth Ing that covered my back. it's delicaey in the ignorance of those! who had shared. its benefactions. >.
 l count this one of the great events of my youth. But there was greater one, although It-seemed not SO at the time of It. A traveller on the road1to' Ballybeen he'd dropped his pocketbook, containing a- large. amount, of. money S2,7OO was the sum, If remember rightly. He was a man who, being justly susI icIous of the bankss had withdrawn his money. Posters. ans nounced the loss and the offer of large reward. The village waS. pro- foundly stirred by them. Searching parties went up the road, stirring itS dust and groping in Its grass and bri- CTS for the great prize which was sup posed to be lying there. It was said, however. that the quest had: been un- successful. So, the lost pocketbook= became a treasured mystery of the village and of all the hills and val: leys toward Ballybeen-al topic of old wives. and gahbling husbands at. the f.reslde for unnumbered years. .,
 By and by the. fall term ot school. ended. Uncle Peabody came down to, get me the day before Christmas. l had enjoyed my work and my life at the Packets. on the whole, but, I. was glad to be going home again. My uncle was In high spirits and there were many. packages in, the. sleigh.
 "A merry Christmas to ye both an may the Lord' love yep said NR. Racket as he bade us goodbyg Every day our thoughts will be going up the hills to your house."
 The bells rang, merrily. as we. hnr- ried through the swamp in the hard snow paths. ..
 -"we'rs goin' to move" said my uncle presently. "we've agreed to get, outsbys the middle o'aMay." :. ..
 'How does that tJhAppenf's fasked. -
 "rsettlsd with Gfimshawl and agreed. to go. If it hadn't "a been for Wright, and Baldwin we wouldn't "a got 6 cent. They, threatened to bid against him at the sale. So he settled. We're goln' to. have. a new homo. We've bought hundred. an fifty acres. from Abe Leonard: Goin' to build a. new house In the spring. 1t'will be nearer the village" s. -'.'.
 He playfuIly nudged my ribs with his elbow.
 'ws've had a little good luck, Bart" he went on. "Pll tell ye what it, ,ts i6 you won't say anything about it."
 I promised.
 q dunno as 1t. would matter mnch."" he continued, but don't want to do any braggin'. It ain't auybody'S busi- ness, anyway. An old uncle over in Vermont died three weeks ago and left us thirty-elght hundred dollars. It was old Uncle Ezra Baynes Q Hinesburg. Died without chick or child. Ynura aunt and me sllppsd' down. to Potsdsm. an't took the sstssa ant went over an got the money IL was. more money than ] ever zee before