Cleveland County herald., 1919-02-20

to git along without it. I see you've got one O these newfangled stoves," he added as he looked it over. Huh Rich folks can have anything they want"
 Uncle Peabody had sat splintering the long stick of yellow birch. l ob- served that the jackknife trembled in his hand. His tone had a touch of unnaturalnesS, proceeding no doubt from his fear of the man before him, as he said:
 "When I bought that stove I felt richer than I do now I had almost enough to settle with you up to date, but l signed a note for a friend and had to pay it."
 "Ayuh! I suppose so," Grimshaw answered in a tone of bitter irony which cut me like a knife-blade, young as 1 was. "What business have you signin' notes an givin' away money which ain't yours to give-Pd like to know? What business have you actin like a rich man when you can't pay yer honest debts? I'd like to know that, tool"
 "If Eve ever acted like a rich man it's been when 1 want lookin'," said Uncle Peabody.
 What business have you to go en- largin' yer family-takin' another mouth to feed and another body to spin for? That costs money. 1 want to tell you one thing, Baynes, you've got to pay up or git out O here"
 He raised his cane and shook it in the air as he spoke.
 "Oh, l ain't no doubt O that" said Uncle Peabody. You'll have to have yer money-that's sure; an you will have # if 1 live, every cent of it. This boy is goin' to be great help to me-you don't know what good boy he is and what a comfort he's been to us!"
 These words of my beloved uncle uncovered xny emotions so that l put my elbow on the wood-box and leaned my head dpon it and sobbed.
 "I ain't goin' to be hard on ye, Baynes," said MT. Grimshaw as he rose from his chair; 'I'll give ye , three months to see what you can do. I wouldn't wonder if the boy would turn out all right. He's big an cordy of his age and purity likely boy, they tell me-"
 Mir. Grimshaw opened the door and stood for moment looking at us and added in a milder tone: You've got one O the best farms in this town an if ye work hard an use common sense ye ought to be out O debt in five years-mebbe less"
 He closed the door and went away,
 Neither of us moved or spoke as we listened to his footsteps on the gravel path that went down to the road and te the sound of his buggy as he drove
 away. Then Uncle Peabody broke the silence by saying: He's the dam'dest-" He stopped. set the half-splintered stick aside, closed his jackknife and
 went to the water-pail to cool his emotions with a drink. Aunt Deel took up the subject where he had dropped it, as if no-half-ex- pressed sentiment would satisfy her, saying:
 "-old skinfiint that ever lived in this world ayes! I ain't goin' to
 hold my opinion O that man no longer, ayes! I can't. It's too pow erful-ayes"
 Having recovered my composure repeated that I should like to give up school and stay at home and work.
 Aunt Deel interrupted me by say ing:
 q have an idee that Sile Wright will help us-ayes He's comin' home t an you better go down an see him ayes! Hadn't yep : Bart an I'll go down to-morrer," said Uncle Peabody. Some fourteen months before that day my uncle had taken me to Pots dam and traded grain and salts for Q what he called rip roarin fine suit O clothes" with boots and cap and shirt and collar and neektie to match, . I having earned them by saving and cording wood at three shillings cord. How often we looked back to f those better daysi The clothes had , been too big for me and I had had to wait until my growth had taken up the "slack" in my coat and trousers before l could venture out of the neighborfood. I had tried them on every week or so for long time. Now ny statuie filled them handsomely and they filled me with a pride and satisfaction which had never known before.
 "Now may the Lord help ye to be careful-awful, terrible careful O them clothes every minute O this 7 day." Aunt Deel cautioned as she looked at me. Don't git no horse sweat nor wagon grease on 'em." HI Barton gets new inspiration Ii