The Yale expositor., 1919-01-09

sing and did sing while he worked
songs that ratified from his lips In
way that amused me greatly. Then,
too, he could rip out words that had
new and wonderful sound in them.
made up my mind mat he was like
ly to become a valuable asset when
heard Aunt Deel saw to my Uncle Pea
| body:
you'll have to send that lOafer
away, right now, ayes, 1 guess you
will"
"Why?"
Because this boy has learnt to
swear like a plrate-ayes-he hasw
Uncle Peabody didn't know it but
l myself had begun to suspect II, and
that hour the man was sent away
and l remember that he left in anger
with a number of those new words
flying from his lips. A forced march
TO the upper room followed that event.
Uncle Peabody explained that it was
wicked to swear-that boys who did
it had very bad luck. and mine came
In a moment. / never had more OF
it come along in the same length of
| time.
After 1 ceased to play with the
Wills boy Uncle Peabody used to
say, often, ii was a pity that l hadn't
somebody of my own age for COM
pany. Every day 1 felt sorry that the
Wills boy had turned out so badly,
and doubt not the cat and the shep-
herd dog and the chickens and Uncle
Peabody also regretted his failures,
especially the dog and Uncle Peabody,
who bore all sorts of indignities for
my sake.
One day when Uncle Peabody went
for the mail he brought Amos Grim
shaw to visit me. He was four years
older than Ia freckled, red-haired
boy with large mouth and thin lips,
He wore silver watch and chain,
which strongly recommended him in
my view and enabled me to endure
his air of condescension.
He let me feel it and look it all
over and 1 slyly touched the chain
with my tongue just to see If it had
any taste to it, and Amos told me
that his father had given it to him and
that it always kept him "kind o.
scairt."
"WhyP"
"For fear I'll break er lose it an
git licked" he answered.
He took a little yellow paper-cov.
cred book from his pocket and began
to read to himself.
whats that?" I ventured to ask
by and by.
"a story" he answered. IL met
ragged o. woman in the road t'other
day an she give me a lot of 'em and
showed me the pictures an got to
readin' 'em. Don't you tell anybody
cause my oil dad hates stories an
he'd lick me It'll 1 couldn't STAN If he
knew 1 was readin' EN-"
/ begged him to read out loud and
he read from a tale of two robbers
named Thunderbolt and Lightfoot who
lived in a cave in the mountains. They
were bold. free, swearing men who
rode beautiful horses at a wild gal
lop and carried guns and used them
freely and with unerring skill and
helped themselves to what they want
ed.
He stopped, by and by, and confide6
to me the fact that he thought he
would run away and join band OF
robbers.
"How do you run away?" I asked
"Just take the turnpike and keeI
goin' toward the mountains. When
We meet a band o. robbers give an
the sign an tell 'em you want tt
join"
He went on with the book and reaC
how the robbers had hung a captive
who had prosecuted them and inter
fered with their sport. The story ex
planned how they put the rope arounc
the neck of the captive and threw
the other end of it over the limb
of tree and pulled the man int
the air.
He stopped suddenly and demanded!
as there a long rope here?"
/ pointed to Uncle Peabody's hay
rope hanging on a peg.
lies hang a captive" he proposed
At first l did not comprehend his
meaning. He got the rope and threw
its end over the big beam. Our ole
shepherd dog had been nosing the
NOW near us for rats. Amos caught
the dog who, suspecting no harm, came
passively to the ropes end. He tiec
the rope around the dogs neck.