The diamond drill., 1919-03-22


Thunder an LlohtnIn'! How You've
Raised the Roofl"
grabbed my satchel. Dressed like
statesman an blgger'n a bullmoose.
can't 'rastle with you no more. But.
say, I'll run ye race. i can beat ye
an carry the satchel. too"
! We ran pell-mell up the lane to the
steps like a pair OF children.
Aunt Deel did not speak. She just
put her arms around me and laid her
dear old head upon my breast. Uncle
Peabody turned away. Then what
silencei or I'm the edge of the wood
land l heard the fairy flute of wood
thrush,
"Purvls, you drive that load on the
floor an put up the hosses,' Uncle
Peabody shouted in moment. "If
you don't like It you can hire mother
man. l won't do no more till after
dinner. This slave business Is played
out"
"All right" Purvis answered.
"You bet it's all right. I'm fer abo-
ltion an I've stood your domlneerln',
nigger-drlver ways long enough fer
one mornin. III you don't like II you
can look for another man."
Aunt Deel and / began to laugh at
this gOod-natured, make-belleve scOld-
Ing of Uncle Peabody and the emo
tional strain was over. They led me
into the house, where n delightful sur
prise awaited me. for the rooms had
been decorated with balsam boughs
and sweet ferns. A. glowing mass OF
Violets, framed In moss, occupied the
center OF the table. The house was
filled with the odors OF the forest,
which. as they knew, were dear to me.
i had written that they might expect
me some time before noon, but /
begged them not 20 meet me in Can
ton, as / wished to walk home after
my long ride. SO they were ready for
me.
/ remember how they felt the cloth
on NY back and how proudly they sur
veyed II.
Couldn't buy them goods round
these parts" said Uncle Peabody.
"Nor nothin' like 'em--no. sir"
"Feels 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
tin kind o. wrlnkIed an baldheaded-
like, specially whore l set down."
"Ayes Wal l guess a 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 IL of ye." my uncle an
swered. "Long sermons are hard on
pants, seems TO me-"
"An' the longer the legs the harder
the sermons---in them little seats over
I the schoolhouse-ayes !" Aunt Deel
added by way OF justifylng his com
plant. "There wouldn't be SO much
wear In ten-mlle walk-now
The chicken pie was baking and the
strawberries were ready for the short.
cake.
'Tye been wallerin' since the dew
was of gttin them berries an vi.
lets-ayes I" 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
-ayes"
How vigorously she stirred the fire
then.
Il emit return the complimentary
soul I! how you've changed-ayes % she
remarked.
Il hope you amt fit no more. Bart
I can't bear 10 think o you lyin' al
folks an poundin' Of 'em. Don't seem
right-no, Il don'tw
"Why, Aunt Dee, what In the world
do you mean?' / asked.
TITS Purvis' brain that does ths
poundln, | guess" said my uncle
IT'S kind o. got the habit. It's reg
lar beetle brain. To hear him talk
ye'd think he m you could clean out
the hull Mexican natlon-barrin' acci
dents. Why. anybody would suppos,
that yer enemies 40 10 cllmbin' trees
as soon as they see ye comm an thai
you pull the trees up by the roots e
git AZ EN-"
"A certain amount OF such deviltry
Is necessary 10 the comfort OF Mr.
Purvis," l remarked. III there is no
body else 70 take the responsible,
for II he assumes II himself. His lmag
inhtlon has an Intense craving FOL
; blood and violence. It's that type oI
American who. egged on by the slav,
, power, Is huTying us into trouble
, with Mexico"
Pnsgh coma 10 presently Mith.