Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1919-03-11
CHAPTER VIII-continued.

There comes Colonel Hand" said
Mrs. Racket as she looked out of the
window. "The poor lonely Whig!i He
has nothing to do these days but sit
around the tavern"
Colonel Hand was a surly-looking
man beyond middle age, with large
eyes that showed signs of dissipation.
He had a small dark tuft beneath his
lower lip and thin, black, untidy hair.
what do We think has happened"
he asked as he looked down upon US
with majestic movement of his hand.
''The son o. that old Bucktail, Ben
Grimshaw, has been arrested and
brought to Jail for murder"
For murder?" asked Mr.. and Mrs.
Hacket in one breath.
For bloody murder, sir" the colonel
went on. ''It was the shooting of that
man in the town o. Ballybeen a few
weeks ago. Things have come to a
pretty pass in this country, l should
say. Talk about law and order; we
don't know what it means here and
why should we? The party in power
is avowedly opposed 70 it-yes, sir. 1t
has fattened upon bribery and corrup-
ton. Do you think that the son o.
Ben GrimShaw will receive punish
ment even if he is proved guilty? Not
at all. He will be protected-yOu mark
my words"
He bowed and left us. When the
door had closed behind him Mr.. Hacket
said:
another victim horned by the
SnapdragonI If a man were to be
slain by a bear back in the woods
Colonel Hand would look for guilt in
the opposition party. Michael Henry,
whatever the truth may be regarding
the poor boy in Jail, we are in no way
responsible. Away with sadness
What is that?
Mr.. Hacket inclined his ear and then
added: Michael Henry says that he
may be innocent and that we had bet
ter go and see if we can help him.
Now / hadn't thought o. that. Had
you. Mary?"
NO." the girl answered.
ave must be letting Mike go ahead
of US always" said her father. "You
saw the crime, l believe" turning to
me.
I told them all I knew of it.
upon my word, 1 like you, my
brave lad" said the schoolmaster. "I
heard of all this and decided that you
would be help to Michael Henry and
a creditable student Come, let us
go and pay our compliments to the
senator"
The SchOclmaSter and / went over
to Mr.. Wright's house-a white, frame
building which had often been pointed
out to me.
Mrs. Wright. fine-looking lady who
met Us ct the door, said that the SEN
ator had gone over to the mill with his
wheelbarrow.
"We've plenty of time and Wen wait
for him." said the schoolmaster.
'T see him ~ said little John as he
and Ruth ran to the gate and down
the rough plank walk to meet him.
We saw him coming a little way
down the street In his shirt-sleeves
with his barrow in front of him. He
stopped and lifted little JosS in his
arms, and after a moment put him
down and embraced Ruth.
swell. see W still love the tender
embrace o. the wheelbarrOw." said Mr..
Hacket as we approached the senator.
INV embrace is the tenderer of the
two" the latter lasshsd with a look
at his hands.
two hands and shook them as he said:
"Upon my word, here is my friend
Bart. / was not looking for you here"
He put his hand on my head, now
higher than his shoulder, and said:
81 was not looking for you here"
He asked about my aunt and uncle
and expressed joy at learning that I
was now under Mr.. Hacket.
81 shall be here for & number of
weeks" he said, "and / shall want to
see you often. Maybe Wen go hunt
ing some Saturday"
We babe him good morning and he
went on with his wheelbarrow, which
was loaded, I remember, with stout
sacks of meal and fioT.
We went to the school at half past
eight. What a thrilling place ii was
with its IS children and Its three
rooms. How noisy they were as they
waited in the schoolyard for the bell
70 ringI 1 stood by the doorside look
ing very foolish. 1 dare say. for l
knew not what to do with myself. My
legs encased in the tow breeehes felt
as IL they were on fire. ! saw that
most of the village boys wore bought
en- clothes and fine boots. 1 looked
down at my own leather and was
tower of shame on foundation OF
creased cowhide. Sally Dunkelberg
came In with some other girls and pre-
tended not to see me. That was the
hardest blow ] suffered.
/ Among the handsome. well-6ressed
boys of the village was Henry Wills
the boy who had stolen my water
melon. l had never forgiven him for
that or for the killing of my little hen.
The bell rang and we marched into
the big room. while a fat girl with
crirtls hair played on melodeon.
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