The Yale expositor., 1919-04-24
CHAPTER xVii-continued.

0OuSc ana my uncIe anu fUrVlS coming
in from the twenty-acre lot with a
load OF hay. Aunt Deel stood on the
front steps looking down the road.
Now and then her waving handker-
chief went to her eyes. Uncle Pea
body came down the standard of his
load and walked toward me.
"Say, stranger, have you seen any
thing of a Teller by the name o. Bart
Baynes?" he demanded.
slave your" 1 asked.
mo, sir, / amt. Gosh almighty
Sayl what have We done with that boy
of our'n?"
"What have you done to our houseY
asked again.
Built on an addition"
"That's what I've done to your boy"
I answered.
Thunder an lightnin'l How you've
raised the roof" he exclaimed as he
grabbed my satchel. Dressed like a
1 can't 'rastle with you no more. But,
say, I'll run ye a race. l can beat We
an carry the satchel, too"
We ran pell-mell up the lane to the
steps like pair of children.
Aunt Deel did not speak. She just
put her arms around me and laid her
Gear old head upon my breast. Uncle
Peabody turned away. Then what a
silence OFF in the edge of the wood
land heard the fairy flute of a wood
thrush,
"Purvis, you drive that load on the
floor an put up the hosses," Uncle
Peabody shouted in a moment. IF
you don't like 1t you can hire mother
man. 1 won't do no more till after
dinner. This slave business is played
out"
"AI right" Purvis answered.
"You bet it's all right. I'm fer abo-
lition an I've stood your domineerin',
nigger-driver ways long enough fer
one mornin'. If you don't like it you
can look for another man."
Aunt Deel and / began to laugh at
this good-natured, make-believe scold-
ing of Uncle Peabody and the emo
tiOnal strain was over. They led me
into the house, where a delightful sur
prise awaited me, for the rooms had
been decorated with balsam boughs
and sweet ferns. A glowing mass of
NiOlets, framed in moss, occupied the
center of the table. The house was
filed with the odors of the forest,
which, as they knew, were dear to me.
/ had written that they might expect
me some time before noon, but ]
begged them not to meet me in Can
ton, as l wished to walk home after
my long ride. So they were ready for
me.
/ remember how they felt the cloth
on my back and how proudly they sur
veyed it.
Couldn't buy them goods round
these parts" said Uncle Peabody
''NOr nothin' like 'em-no, sir"
"Feels a leetle bit like the butternut
trousers" said Aunt Deel as she felt
my coat.
"Ayes, but them butternut trousers
amt what they used to be when they
was young and limber," Uncle Peabody
remarked. Seems so they was get.
like, specially where 1 set down."
Ayes Wal l guess man can't
grow old without his pants CROWN
old, too-ayes said Aunt Deel.
IF yer legs are in 'em ev'ry Sunday
they ketch 1t of ye," my uncle an.
swered. Long sermons are hard on
pants, seems to me-
~ 4ha Io~Uor H. -. A.
the sermons--in them little seats over
Z the choolhouse-ayes Aunt Dee
added by way of justifying his com
plant. There wouldn't be SO much
wear in a ten-mile walk-nor"
The chicken pie was baking and the
strawberries were ready for the short
cake.
tive been wallerin' since the dew
was OF gittin' them berries an vi,
lets-ayes !" said Aunt Deel. now busy
with her work at the stove.
"Aunt, you look as young as ever" ]
remarked.
She slapped my arm and said with
mock severity:
stop thati w'yi You know better
--ayesw
How vigorously she stirred the fire
hen.
II can't return the complimentary
soul how you've changed-ayes |" sh,
remarked.
81 hope you amt fit no more, Bart
can't bear to think o. you flynn a.
folks an poundin' of 'em. Don't seen
right-no. II don'tw
why, Aunt Deel, what IN the world
do you meant" asked.
ITS Purvis' brain that does the
poundin', / guess" said my uncle
'It's kind o. got the habit. It's reg
lar beetle brain. To hear him tall
ye'd think he an you could clean Out
the hull Mexican nation-barrin' acct
denta Why, anybody would suppose
that Ter enemies 20 70 climbln' treea