Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1919-02-21
BOOK THREE
Which Is the Story Of the Chosen
Ways.
CHAPTER XIV.


known men who were their own worst
creditors. Everything they earned
went swiftly to satisfy the demands
of vanity or pride or appetite. l have
seen them literally put out of house
and home, thrown neck and crop into
the street, as it were, by one or the
other Of these heartless creditors
each a grasping usurer with unjust
claims.
remember that Rodney Barnes
called for my chest and me that fine
morning In early June when was to
go back to the hills, my years work in
school being ended. l elected to walk,
and the schOolmaster went with me
five miles or more across the flats to
the slope of the high country.
"SoOn the senator will be coming"
he remarked. 81 have a long letter
from him and he asks about you and
your aunt and uncle. l think that he's
fond O you, boy"
II wish YOU would let me know when
he comes | said.
IT am sure he will let YOU know.
and, by the way, | have heard from
another friend o. yours, my lad Ye're
lucky one to have so many friends
sure We are. Here, I'll show We the
letter. There's no reason why
shouldn't. Ye will know its writer,
probably. | do not"
So saying he handed me this letter
Canterbury, VT,
June l.
Dear Slr.-I am interested in the
boy Barton Baynes. Good words about
him have been flying around like
pigeons. When school is out | would
like to hear from you, what is the rec
ord? What do you think of the soul
in him? What kind of work is best
for it? If you will let me maybe
can help the plans of God little. That
is my business and yours. Thanking
you for reading this, am, as ever,
Gods humble servant
MALE FUELERlON.
"Why, this is the writing of the 81
lent Woman" said before l had read
the letter half through.
'Rovin' Kate?"
Rowing Kate; never knew her 9TH
er name, but l saw her handwriting
long ago"
But loOk-this is a neatly written,
well-worded letter an the sheet is as
white and clean as the new snow. In
canny woman They say she carries
the power O. God in her right hand.
So do all the wronged."
II wonder why Kate is asking about
me-" | said.
Never mind the reason. She is your
friend and let us thank God for 1t.
Think how she came to yer help In the
old barn an say thousand prayers,
my lad"
Having come to the first flight Of
the uplands he left me with many a
kind word-how much they mean to
boy who is choosing his way with a
growing sense Of loneliness
I reached the warm welcome Of our
little home just In time for dinner.
They were expecting me and it was a
regular company dlnner-chlcken pie
and strawberry shOrtcake.
How well remember that hour with
the doors open and the sun shining
brightly on the blossoming fields and
the Joy Of man and bird and beast In
the return Of summer and the talk
about the late visit of Alma Jones and
Mr.. and Mrs. Llncolnl
While we were eating 1 told them
about the letter of old Kate.
Fullerton Aunt Deel exclaimed.
"Are We sure that was the name, Bart?"
Eyes"
Goodness gracious sakes alivel"
She and Uncle Peabody gave each
other looks Of surprised inquiry.
do you know anybody by that
manner" I asked.
I'VE used to-" said Aunt Deel ss she
resumed her eating. Cant be she's
one o. the Sam FullertOns, car itT'
"Oh, prob'ly not" said Uncle Pea
body. Back East they's more Fuller
tons than We could shake stick At"
A week later we had our raising.
Uncle Peabody did not want a public
raising, but Aunt Deel had had her
way. We had hewed and mortisel and
bored the timbers for our new home.
The neighbors came with pixies and
helped to raise and stay and cover
them. A great amount of human KIN
ness went into the beams and raftei
II that home and Of others like e.
knew that The Thing was still alive
II the neighbOrhood, but ever that
could not paralyzs the helpful hard OF
those people. Indeed. wha. was said
of my Uncle Peabody was nothing
more or less than a kind IT contersa-