The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1919-02-13
CHAPTER ".
The Great Stranger

road those days--hunters. peddlers
and the like-and their coming filled
me with a Joy which mostly went
away with them. regret to say. None
Of these. however. appealed to my
Imagination as did old Kate. But
there was one stranger greater than
she-greater indeed, than any other
who came into Rattleroad. He came
rarely and would not be long detained.
How curiously we looked at him,
knowing his fame and poweri This
great stranger was Money.
I shall never forget the day that
my uncle showed me dollar bill and
little shiny, gold coin and three
pieces OF silver. nor can forget how
carefully he watched them while
they lay In my hands and presently
put them back into his wallet. That
was long before the time Of which
am writing. I remember hearing him
say. one day Of that year, when !
asked him to take us to the Caravan
Of Wild Beasts which was coming to
the village:
"rm sorry, but it's been a hundred
Sundays since I had a dollar In my
wallet for more than ten minutes"
have his old account book for
the years OF 1897 and 1888. Here are
some OF the entries:
balanced accounts with J. Doro-
thy and gave him my note for $215
to be paid In salts January 1, 1888.
Sold ten bushels OF wheat to Il. Miner
at 80 cents, to be paid in goods.
sold two sheep TO Flavius Curtis
and took his note for SO, payable in
boots on or before March the first"
Only one entry In more than a
hundred mention money. and this was
the sum Of eleven cents received In
balance from a neighbor.
SO II will be seen that a spirit OF
mutual accommodation served to
help us over the rough going. Mr..
Grimshaw. however, demanded his
pay in cash and that find was main
ly the habit Of the moncy-lenders.
We were poor but our poverty was
not like that Of these days in which
] am writing. II was proud and
clearly and well-fed. Our fathers
had seen heroic service in the wars
and we knew 1t.
l was twelve years old when I be-
gan TO be the reader for our little
family. Aunt Deel had long COM
planned that she couldn't keep up with
her knitting and read so much. We
had not seen Mr.. Wright for nearly
two years, but he had sent us the
novels Of Sir Walter Scott and l had
led them heart deep into the creed
battles Of Old Mortality.
Then came the evil days OF 1897,
when the story Of our lives began 10
quicken its pace and excite our inter
est In its coming chapters. II gave
us enough to think of. God knows.
Wild speculatlons In land and the
American paper-money system had
brought us into rough going. The
banks Of the city Of New York had
suspended payment Of their notes.
They could no longer meet their en-
gagements. AS usual, the burden fell
heaviest on the poor. II was hard to
get money even for black salts.
Uncle Peabody had been silent and
depressed for a month or more. He
had signed a note for Rodney Barnes,
a cousin. long before and was afraid
that he would have TO pay II. i didn't
know what note was and I remem-
Der that one night. when I lay think
ing about II, / decided that II must
be something in the nature of horse
collie. My uncle told me that a note
was a trouble which attacked the
brain instead Of the stomach.
One autumn day In Canton Uncle
Peabody traded three sheep and twen-
ty bushels OF wheat for cook stove
and brought II home In the big wagon.
Rodney Barnes came with him to help
set up the stove. He was a big giant
of a man with the longest nose In the
township. l have often wondered how
any one would solve the problem Of
hiNSihb WI. bufhtS III tHt iiniltulult
region of his nose, the same being In
the nature of a defense.
That evening I was chiefly inter-
ested In the stove. What a Joy II
was TO me with its damper and grid
dies and high oven and the shiny edge
on its hearthl II rivaled. in its now
city and charm, any tin peddler's cart
that ever came TO our door. John
Axtell and his wife, who had seen ii
pass their house, hurried over for a
look at IL. Every hand was on the
stove as We tenderly carried II into
the house, piece by piece, and set II
up. Then they cut hole in the up
per floor and the stone chimney and
fitted the pipe. How keenly we
watched the building of the fire. How
quickly II roared and began TO heat
the roomi
When the Axtells had gone away
Aunt Deel said:
tits grandl II is sartin-but I'm
'fraid we can't afford it-ayes l bew
I'VE can't afford to freeze any
longer l made up my mind that we
couldn't go through another winter
as we have" was my uncle's answer.
1How much did Il cOst2' she asked,