The Arizona copper camp., 1919-03-29
BOOK THREE
Which Is the Story of the Chosen
Ways.
CHAPTER XIV.

Uncle Peabody's Way and Mine.
It is a bad thing to be under heavy
obligation to ones self of which, thank
God, l am now acquitted. / have
known men who were their own worst
creditors. Everything they earned
went swiftly to satisfy the demands
Of vanity or pride or appetite. 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 q grasping usurer with unjust
claims.
I remember that Rodney Barnes
called for my chest and me that fine
morning in early June when I was to
go back to the hills, my years work in
school being ended: I 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. I think that he's
fond O. you, boy"
81 wish you would let me. know when
he comes," I said.
ST am sure he viii let you know,
and, by the way, [ have heard from
another friend O. yours, my lad. Ye're
q lucky one to have so many friends
sure ye are. Here, I'll show ye the
letter. There's no reason why I
shouldn't. Ye viii know it's writer,
probably. I do not"
So saying he handed me this letter:
| Canterbury, VI,
"June 1.
"Dear Sir.-T am interested in the
boy Barton Bayfes. Good words about
him have been flying around like
pigeons. When school is out I 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 T
can help the plans of God a little. That
is my business and yours. Thanking
you for reading this, am, as ever,
Goods humble servant
'AAIN FULLERTON"
''Why, this is the writing of the ST.
lent Woman" I said before had read
the letter half through.
"Rovin' Kate?"
Rowing Kate; I never knew her 9th
er name, but 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. I'm
canny woman! They say she carries
the power O. God in her right hand.
So do all the wronged."
''T wonder why Kate is asking about
me-" I said.
'Never mind the reason. She is your
friend and let US thank God for it.
Think how she came to yer help in the
old barn an say a thousand prayers,
my lad"
Having come to the first flight Of
the Uplands, he left me with many
kind word-hOw much they mean to
boy who is choosing his way with
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 q
regular company dinner-chicken pie
and strawberry shOrtcake.
How well I 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. Lincolni
While we were eating I told them
about the letter Of old Kate.
"Fullerton!" Aunt Deel exclaimed.
care ye sure that was the name, Bart?'
eyes"
Goodness gracious sakes aIive!"
She and Uncle Peabody gave each
other looks of surprised inquiry.
"Do you know anybody by that
nameY' I asked.
eve used to-" said Aunt Deel as glls
resumed her eating, Cant be she's
one o. the Sam FuIertons, can itT'
"Oh, prob'ly not" said Uncle Pea
body. "Back East they's more Fuller
tons than ye could shake a 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 mortised and
bored the timbers for our new home.
Inc neIghbQrs came with pixies and