Sioux County pioneer., 1919-02-06

u Author Of Eben Holden, D'ri aad L Dsrrel Of tis
N Blessed lslss. Kseping Up With szie, Etc, Etc.
} TINE Of SILAS WRIGHT

OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
he had no sooner said It than q
cry broke from my lips. and I sank
down upon the grass moaning and
sobbing. I lay amidst the ruins Of
the simple faith Of childhood. It was
as IL the world and all its joys had
come to an end. ~
Aunt Deel spoke In a low, kindly
tone and came. and lifted me to my
feet very tenderly.
"Come. Bart. don't feel SO about
that old melon.". said she. ut amt
worth It. Come with me. I'm going
to give you present-ayes bel"
I was still crying when she took
me to her trunk, and offered the
grateful assuagement Of candy and
a belt, all embroidered with blue and
white beads.
..''Now you see, Bart. how low and
mean anybody Is that takes what
don't belong to 'em-ayesl They're
snakes! Everybody hates 'em an
stamps on 'em when they come in
eight-ayesv'
f. The abomination Of the Lord was
In her look and manner. How 1t
shook my soull He who had taken
the watermelon had also taken from
me something I was never to have
again, and very wonderful thing it
was-faith in the goodness Of men.
My eyes had seen evil. The world
had committed its first offense against
me and my spirit was no longer the
white and beautiful thing it had been.
Still, therein is the beginning of wis
dom and. looking down the long vista
Of the years, thank God for the
great harvest Of the lost watermelon.
Better things had come In its place
understanding and what more, often
I have vainly tried to estimate. For
one thing that sudden revelation Of
the heart Of childhood had lifted my
aunt's out Of the cold storage Of q
puritanic spirit. and warmed it into
new life and opened its door for me.
In the afternoon she sent me over
to Wills to borrow a little tea. /
stopped for a few minutes to play
with Henry Wills-a boy not quite
. year older than I. While playing
there I discovered a piece Of the
rind Of my melon in the dooryard. On
that piece Of rind I saw the cross
which I had made one day with my
thumb-nail. It was intended to in:
dicate chat the melon was solely and
wholly mine. I felt a flush Of anger.
hate you" said as approached
him
II hate you," he answered.
You're a snake l" said
We now stood, face u face and
breast to breast, like a pair Of young
roosters. He gave me shove and
told me to 60 home. I. gave him a
shove and told him I wouldn't.
pushed up close to him again and
we glared into each others eyes.
Suddenly he spat In my face. ]
gave him scratch on the forehead
with my finger-nails. Then we fell
upon each, other and rolled on the
ground and hit and scratched with
feline ferocity. s
Mrs. Wills ran out Of the house and
parted US. Our blood was hot, and
leaking through the skin Of our faces
a little. =.
"He pitched on me-" Henry e1
planned.
couldn't speak.
"Go right home-this minute-you
brat said Mrs. Willis in anger.
Here's your tea. Don't you ever come
here again."
took the tea and started down the
road weeping. What bitter day
that was for mel! I dreaded to face
my aunt and uncle. Coming through
the grove down by our gate I met
Uncle Peabody. With the keen in.
sight Of the father of the prodigal GOD
he had seen me coming "a long way
off" and shouted:
'Well, here ye bel was kind O.
worried, Bub."
Then his eye caught the look Of de.
lection in my gait and figure He hur.
ried toward me. He stopped as
came s0bbing to his feet.
why, what's the matterT' he asked
gently, as he t,ok the tea cup f<om
my hand, and Sat down upon his heels
Barton meets tn famous
Dunlselberss, including little
H goIdsn.haired Sally, whose pref
tyfacs and fine clothes fascinate
the boy. whose few wears have