Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1919-01-08

Wright.
So by the merest chance / learned
that the invisible Michael Henry was
the almOner of the modest statesman
and really the spirit of Silas Wright
feeding the hungry and clothing the
naked and warming the cold house,
in the absence of its owner. It was
the heart of Wright joined to that of
the schoolmaster, which sat In the
green chair.
! | fear that my work suffered q mo-
rnent's interruption, for Just then /
began to know the great heart of the
senator. Its warmth was In the cloth
/ ing that covered my back, Its delicacy
in the ignorance of those who had
shared its benefactions.
| ] count this one of the great events
of my youth. But there was a greater
one, although it seemed not so at the
| time of 1t. A traveller on the road to
Ballybeen had dropped his pocketbook
containing a large amount of money
$2,700 was the sum, If l 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withdrawn his money.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
/ large reward. The village was pro-
fOundiy stirred by them. Searching
parties went M the road stirring it's
dust and cropping in its grass and bri-
erS for the great prize which was sup
posed to be lying there. 1t was said,
however, that the quest had been I'M
successful. SO the lost pOcketbook
became treasured mystery of the
village and of all the hills and val
leys toward Ballybeen-a topic Of old
wives and Cabling 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. I
had enjoyed my work and my life at
the Hackets', on the whole, but l was
glad to be going home again. Ny
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 bade us goodby. Every
day our thoughts will be going up the
hills to your house."
The bells rang merrily as we hur-
ried through the swamp in the hard
snow paths.
Were goin' to move" said my
uncle presently. "We've agreed to get
out by the middle O. May"
"How does that happen?" asked.
II settled with Grimshaw and agreed
to go. If it hadn't "a been for Wright
and Baldwin we wouldn't "a got
cent. They threatened to bid against
him at the sale. So he settled. We're
goin' TO have q new home. We've
bought hundred an fifty acres from
Abe Leonard. Coin to build a new
house in the spring. 1t will be nearer
the village"
He playfully nudged my ribs with
his elbow.
"We've had little good luck, Bart"
he went on. "I'll tell We what it Is If
you won't say anything about it."
I promised.
81 dunno as it would matter much"
he continued but l don't want to do
any braggin'. 1t amt anybody's bust |
ness, anyway. An old uncle over in ,
Vermont died three weeks ago and
left us thirty-eight hundred dollars.
1t was old Uncle Ezra Baynes O. ,
Hinesburg. Died without chick or
child. Your aunt and me slipped down
to Potsdam an took the stage an
went over an got the money. It was
more money than l ever see before
in my life. We put it in the bank in
Potsdam to keep it out o. Grimshaw's
hands. I wouldn't trust that man as
fur as you could throw bull by the
tail"
1t was a cold, clear night, and when
we reached home the new stove was
swapping with the heat in its firebox
and the pudding putting in the pot
and old Shep dreaming in the chimney
corner. Aunt Dee! gave me q hug at
the door Shep barked and leaped to
my shoulders.
why. Bart! You're CROWN like
weed-ain't ye?-ayes We be-" my
aunt said as she stood and looked at
ne. ''Set right down here an warm
ye-ayes I've done all the chores
ayesr'
How warm and comfortable was the
dear old room with those beloved faces
In it. l 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 a keener relish than the
pudding and milk and bread and but
ter and cheese and pumpkin pie which
Aunt Deel gave us that night.
Supper over, 1 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 l told the story of my life In
'the busy town." as they called 1t.
What pride and attention they gave
/ fhan