Cleveland County herald., 1919-02-13

the Republican from the post-office. I opened it and read aloud these words in large type at the top of the page:
 "Silas Wright Elected to the U. S. Senate"
 "WeIl I want to know ?" Uncle Pea body exclaimed. 'That would make me forgit it if I was goin to be hung Go on and read what it says"
 I read the choosing of our friend for the seat made vacant by the res ignation of William L. Marcy, who had been elected governor, and the part which most impressed us were these words from letter of MT. Wright 10 Azariah Flagg of Albany, written when the former was asked to accept the place:
 q am too young and too poor for | such an elevation. 1 have not had the experience in that great theater of politics to qualify me for a place so exalted and responsible. I prefer therefore the humber position which I now occupy"
 '"That's his way" said Uncle Pea body. "They had hard work to con- vince him that he knew enough to be Surrogate"
 Big men have little conceit-ayes" :" said Aunt Deel with a significant glance at me.
 The candles had burned low and I was watching the shroud of one of | them when there came a rap at the door. It was unusual for any one to come to our door in the evening and we were a bit startled. Uncle Pea l body opened it and old Kate entered without speaking and nodded to my aunt and uncle and sat down by the fire. Vividly I remembered the day of the fortune-telling. The same gen. tie smile lighted her face as she looked at me. She held up her hand with four fingers spread above it.
 "Ayes," said Aunt Deel, "there are four perils."
 My aunt rose and went into the but'ry while I sat staring at the l ragged old woman. Her hair was white now and partly covered by a l as she was I did not miss the sweet ness in her smile and her blue eyes when she looked at me. Aunt Deel came with a plate of doughnuts and bread and butter and head cheese and said in a voice full of pity:
 "Poor ol' Kate-ayes! Here's some thin for ye-ayes! !"
 She turned to my uncle and said:
 "Peabody Baynes, what'll we do I'd like to know-ayesl She can't rove all night.'
 "rn git some blankets an make a bed for her, good 'nough for any, body, out in the hired mans room over the shed," said my uncle.
 He brought the lantern-a little tower of perforated tin-and put a lighted candle inside of it. Then he beckoned to the stranger, who fol- lowed him out of the front door with the plate of food in her hands.
 "Well I declare! It's a long time since she went up this road-ayes !" said Aunt Deel, yawning as she re- sumed her chair.
 "Who is ol' Kate?' I asked.
 "Oh, just poor ol' crazy woman wanders all 'round-ayesr P
 "What made her crazyY
 "Oh, I guess somebody misused and deceived her when she was young ayes! It's an awful wicked thing to do. Come, Bart-go right up to bed now It's high time-ayes!"
 'T want to wait til Uncle Peabody comes back" said I.
 "Why?"
 'T-Pm afraid she'll do somethin' to him."
 "Nonsensei or Kate is just as harm less as a kitten. You take your can dle and go right up to bed-this min- ute-ayes !'
 went upstairs with the candle and undressed very slowly and thoughtfully while I listened for the footsteps of my uncle. I did not get into bed until I heard him come in and blow out his lantern and start up the stairway. AS he undressed he told me how for many years the 1 strange woman had been rowing in the roads up hill and down dale, thousands an thousands O miles, and never reaching the end Of her | journey.
 In a moment we heard low vail above the sounds of the breeze that shook the leaves of the old "popple" tree above our roof.
 "What's that?" I whispered.
 'I guess it's oP Kate ravin'," said Uncle Peabody.
 It touched my heart and I lay lis tening for time, but heard only the loud whisper of the people leaves. | II Barton becomes aware of the H H existence of wonderful and MI