The Yale expositor., 1919-04-17

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no, sir
oval. We know mister, / jes' shook
my head an never let on that knew
what he meant an let him wiggle an
twist like worm on hot griddle, an
heller like a cut bull It'll he fell back in
q swoOn.
Damn him! 1t don't give him no
rest. He tries to tell everybody he
sees-that's what they say. He bel
lers day an night an If you go down
there he'll heller to you an you'll know
what it's about, but the others don't.
"You an me are the only ones that
knows the secret, l guess. Some day,
fore he dies, I'm goin' to take up that
headstun an hide 1t, but he'll never
know it's done-no. sir-not til he
gifts to the judgment seat, anyway"
The old man rose and Strengthened
himself and blew out his breath and
brushed his hands upon his trousers
by way of stepping down into this
world again out of the close and dusty
loft of his memory. But 1 called him
back.
"What has become of EnochY
asked.
"Wal, sir, Enoch started off West
/ bout three year ago an we amt heard
a word from him since that day-nary
"A word, mister. suppose we will some
time. He grew into a good man, but
there was kind of queer streak In
the blood, as We might say, on both
! sides kind o.. We've wrote letters out
to Wisconsin. where he was pfntin'
for, an to places on the way, but we
can't git no news bout him. Mebbe
he was killed by the Injuns."
We walked out of the graveyard to-
gether in silence.
l could see a glimmer of light in
the thicket OF pines down the valley.
unhitched and mounted my horse.
stake the first turn to the right"
said the old man as he picked up his
scythe.
'I'm very much obliged to you," 1
said.
'No We amt, nuther," he answered.
"Leastways there amt no reason why
We should be-"
My horse. impatient as ever to find
the end of the road, hurried me along
and in q moment or two we were down
under the pine grove that surrounded
the house of old Squire Fullerton-a
big, stone house with a graveled road
around it. A great black dog came
barking and growing at me from the
front porch. / rode around the house
and he followed. Beyond the windows
| could see the CLEAN of candlelight
and moving figures. A man came out
of the back door as neared 1t.
who's there?" he demanded.
"My name is Barton Baynes from
st. Lawrence county. Kate Fullerton
is my friend and wish to see her"
Come up to the steps, sor. Don't
git off yer horse-'til I've chained the
dog. Kate'll be out in minute"
He chained the dog to the hitching
post and as he did so q loud, long,
wailing cry broke the silence of the
house. 1t put me in mind of the COM
plant Of the damned which / remem-
bered hearing the minister describe
years DtlOIt at tic lillic SClOOlllOuSt
in Lickitysplit. How it narrowed me /!
The man went into the house. Soon
he came out of the door with lighted
candle in his hand, woman following.
How wildly remember the little muir
muir of delight that came from her lips
light fell upon my face! / jumped of
my horse and gave the reins to the
man and put my arms around the poor
woman, whom / loved for her sorrows
and for my debt to her, and ralned
kisses upon her withered cheek. oh
God what moment it was for both
of u.s.
The way she held me to her breast
and patted my shoulder and said "my
boy I'm low, faint, treble voice SO
like that of child-it is one of the
best memories that take with me into
the new life now so near, from which
there is no returning.
She led me into the house. She
looked very neat now-in black
gown over which was a spotless white
apron end collar of lace-and much
more slender than when / had seen
her last. She took me into a large
room In the front of the house with a
carpet and furniture, handsome once
but now worn and decrepit. Old, time
stained engravings of scenes from the
Bible, framed in wood. hung on the
walls.
/ told all that I had heard from
home and of my life in Coblesklll but
observed, presently, n PARKWAY look in
her eyes and judged that she was not
hearing me. She whispered:
"SallyT
"She has been Mt school I'm Albany
for a year." 1 said. "She is at home
now and am going to gee her"
'You love Sally?" she whispered.
"Better than love my life"
Again she whispered: Get mar.
ried,'
"We hope to in 1914. I have agreed
to meet her by the big pine tree on the
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