The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1919-04-03


began TO know the great heart Of the
senator. It's warmth was In the cloth
ing that covered my back. Its delicacy
IN the Ignorance Of those who had
shared its benefnctions.
I count this one OF the great events
Of my youth. But there was a greater
one. although II seemed not so at the
time Of II. A traveller on the road to
Ballybeen had dropped his pocketbook
containing large amount OF money
s2,700 was the sum. II ! remember
rightly. He was n man who, being
Justly suspicious Of the banks. had
withdrawn his money. Posters an
nounced the loss and the offer of b
large reward. The village was pro-
foundly stirred by them. Searching
parties went up the road stirring Its
dust and cropping In Its grass and bril-
ers for the great prize which was sup
posed to be lying there. II was said,
however. that the quest had been I'M
successful. So the lost pocketbook
became a treasured mystery OF the
village and of all the hills and val
leys toward Ballybeen--a topic OF old
wives and Cabling husbands at the
Preside for unnumbered years.
by and by the fall term Of school
ended. Uncle Peabody came down to
get me the day before Christmas.
had enjoyed my work and my life at
the Jackets, on the whole. but l was
glad to be going home again. My
uncle was in high spirits and there
we're many packages in the sleigh.
"A merry Christmas to ye both an
may the Lord love yet" said Mr..
Haclxet as he babe us goodby. every
day our thoughts will be going UP the
hills TO your house."
The bells rang merrily as we hur-
ried through the swamp In the hard
snow paths.
"we're goin' to move" said my
uncle presently. "We've agreed to get
out by the middle o. May"
"How does that happenf" I asked.
81 settled with Grimshaw and agreed
TO go. II II hadn't "a been for Wright
and Baldwin we wouldn't "a got
cent. They threatened to bid against
him at the sale. So he settled. We're
goin' to have a new home. We've
bought a hundred an fifty acres from
Abe Leonard. Coin to build a new
house in the spring. 1t will be nearer
the village"
He playfully nudged my ribs with
his elbow.
"we've had little good luck, Bart"
he went on. "Tll tell ye what II is II
you won't say anything about It."
promised.
81 dunno as II would matter much"
he continued. but l don't want to do
any braggln'. II amt aLybody's busi-
ness, anyway. An old uncle over In
Vermont died three weeks ago and
left us thirty-elght hundred dollars
II was old Uncle Ezra Baynes o.
Hinesburg. Died without a chick or
child. Your aunt and me slipped down
TO Potsdam an took the stage an
went over an got the money. 1t was
more money than l ever see before
in my life. We put II In the bank In
potsdam to keep II out o. Grimshaw's
hands. I wouldn't trust that man as
fur as you could throw a bull by the
tail"
II was a cold. clear night, and when
we reached home the new stove was
swapping with the heat in Its firebox
and the pudding putting in the pot
and old Shep dreaming In the chimney
corner. Aunt Deel gave me a hug at
the door. Shep barked and leaped to
my shoulders.
"Why, Bartl You're CROWN like
weed-ain't yei-ayes ye be-" rny
aunt said as she stood and looked at
ne. "Set right down here an warm
ye-ayes 1--we done all the chores
ayesl"
How warm and comfortable was the
dear old room with those beloved faces
in IL. | wonder II paradise itself can
seem more pleasant to me. i have had
the best food this world can provide,
In my time, but never anything that
| ate with a keener relish than the
pudding and milk and bread and but
ter and cheese and pumpkin pie when
Aunt Deel gave us that night.
Supper over, l wiped the dishes for
my aunt while Uncle Peabody went
out to feed and water the horses. Then
we sat down In the genial warmth
while l told the story of my life In
''the busy town." as they called II.
What pride and attention they gave
me thenl
My fine clothes and the story of how
| had come by them taxed my inge-
nuity somewhat, although not improp-
erly. had TO be careful not to let
them know that l had been ashamed
of the homemade suit. They somehow
felt the truth about 1t and little
silence followed the story. Then Aunt
Deel drew her chair near me ana
touched my hair very gently and
looked into my face without speaking.
"Ayes l know" she said presently,
In a kind OF caresslng tone, with a
touch of sadness In IL. "rhey amt
used TO coarse homespun stun down
there In the village. They made fun
o. ye-didn't they, Bart?"
81 don't care about that" i assured
them. ""rhe minds the measure or