Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1919-06-27
CHAPTER xi---Continued.

count tIliS one OF the RTpit events
of my youth. But there was a greater
one. although IL seemed not so Mt the
time of 1t. A traveller on the road to
BalIybeen had dropped his pocketbook
containing a large amount of money
S2,100 was the sum, IL | remember
rightly. He was a man who, being
justly suspicious of the banks. had
withdrawn his money. Posters an
nounced the loss and the offer Of a
large reward. The village was pro-
foundly stirred by them. Searching
parties went IN the road stirring It's
dust and cropping In Its grass and bril-
ers for the great prize which was sup
posed to be lying there. II was said.
however. that the quest had been I'M
successful. SO the lost pocketbook
became treasured mystery of tho
village and Of all the hills and val
leys toward Ballybeen-a topic OF old
wives and gabbling husbands at the
Preside for unnumbered years.
by and by the fall term OF school
ended. Uncle Peabody came down to
get me the day before Christmas.
had enjoyed my work and my life ut
the Hackets', on the whole, but / was
glad to be going home again. My
uncle was In high spirits and there
were many packages In the sleigh.
"a merry Christmas to We both an
may the Lord love yet" said Mr..
Hacket as he babe us goodby. "Every
day our thoughts will be going up the
hills to your house."
The bells rang merrily as we bur
ried through the swamp in the hard
snow paths.
"We're goin' to move" said my
uncle presently. "We've agreed to get
out by the middle o. May"
"How does that happen?" asked.
81 settled with Grimshaw and agreed
to go. II II hadn't "a been for Wright
and Baldwin we wouldn't "a got a
cent. They threatened to bid against
him ut the sale. So he settled. We're
goin' to have new home. We've
bought hundred an City acres from
Abe Leonard. Coin to build new
house In the spring. 1t will be nearer
the village"
He plnyfully nudged my ribs with
his elbow.
"We've had little good luck. Bart"
he went on. an tell ye what II Is IL
you won't say anything about It."
promised.
II dunno as II would matter much"
he continued. "but don't want to do
any braggin. II amt anybody's bust
ness, anyway. An old uncle over In
Vermont died three weeks ago and
left us thirty-eight hundred dollars.
II was old Uncle Ezra Baynes o.
Hinesburg. Died without chick or
child. Your aunt and me slipped down
10 Potsdam an took the stage an
went over an got the money. II was
more money than / ever see before
I'm my life. We put II In the bank In
Potsdam to keep II out o. Grlmshaw's
hands l wouldn't trust that man as
fur as you could throw a bull by the
tnil."
II was a cold. clear night, and when
we reached home the new stove was
ennpplng with the heat In Its frehox
and the pudding putting In the pot
and old Shep dreaming In the chimney
corner. Aunt DPel gave me hing Mt
the door. Shep barked and leaped TO
my shoulders
"why, Bart! You're CROWN like n
weed--ain't ye?-nyes We be-" my
aunt said as she stood and looked Mt
me. "Set right down here an warm
ye--ayes 1--WE done all the chores
ayesw
How wa, m and comfortable was the
dear old room with those beloved faces
I'm It. ! wonder If paradise itself can
seem more pleasant TO me. have had
the best food this world can provide
In my time but never anything that
ate with keener relish thnn the
pudding and milk and bread and but
ter and cheese ana pumpkin pie which
Aunt Deel gave us that night.
Supper over. wiped the dishes for
my aunt while Uncle Peabody went
out to feed and water the horses. Then
we sat down In the genial warmth
while | told the story of my life In
"the busy town." as they called II.
What pride and attention they gave
me- then
My fine clothes and the story Of how
hud Solhc Wy lnelh luAeu MY iuSc-
puity somewhat, although not improp'
erly. | had to be careful not 10 let
them know that / had been ashamed
OF the homemade suit. They somehow
felt the truth about II and little
silence followed the story. Then Aunt
Deel drew her chair near me and
touched my hair very gently and
looked into my face without speaking.
ayes l know" she said presently,
In kind of caresslng tone, with a
touch of sadness In n, 'rhey amt
thed to coarse homespun stun down
there in the village, They made fun
ye-didnt they. Bart2"
i don't care about that" l assured
them. "'lhe minds the measure of
ne mah, quoted, remembering the
'oe' :;le senate had repeated to me.