The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1919-04-04

Nv ooy3 10 t0nt TASK I c0tim8teo
the sum that I should earn and
planned to divide II In equal parts and
proudly present Il to my aunt and
uncle on Christmas day.
One Saturday while I was at work
on the big ledger Of the merchant I
ran upon this item:
October As wright-To one suit
OF clothes for Michael Henry from
measures furnished by s. Robin
SON ............--............. .NA9
Shirts 20 match ......................... lW
knew then the history Of the suit
Of clothes which had worn since that
rainy October night. for I remembered
that Sam Robinson. the tailor. had
measured me ut our house and made
up the cloth OF Aunt Deel's weaving.
/ observed. also. that numerous ar
ticles-a load of wood. two sacks of
-four. three pairs Of boots. one coat.
ten pounds of salt pork and four
bushels OF potatoes-all for Michael
Henry"-had been charged to Silas
Wright.
So by the merest chance I 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.
I'm the absence OF its owner. 1t was
the heart OF Wright Joined TO that Of
the schoolmaster, which sat In the
green chair.
I fear that my work suffered a mo-
rnents 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 IL seemed not so ar the
time of ii. A traveller on the road to
Ballybeen had dropped his pocketbook
containing large amount of money
$500 was the sum, IL / 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withdrawn his money.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-
foundry stirred by them. Searching
parties went up the road stirring its
dust and cropping In its grass and bril-
ers for the great prize which was sup
posed to be lying there. II was said,
however. that the quest had been I'M
successful. So the lost pocketbook
became q 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 who'll. but 1 was
glad to be going home egain. by
uncle was In high spirits and there
were many packages In the sleigh.
"A merry Christmas to We both an
may the Lord love yer said Mr..
Racket as he babe 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.
"We're goin' to move" said my
uncle presently. We've agreed to get
out by the middle o. May"
slow does that happenf" asked.
II settled with Grimshaw and agreed
10 go. If II hadn't a been for ws.=ht
and Baldwin we wouldn't "A a /
cent. They threatened TO bid against
him at the sale. So he settled. We're
goin' to have a new home. We've
bought hundred an fifty acres from
Abe Leonard Coin 10 build a new
house in the spring. It win be nearer
the village"
He playfully nudged my ribs with
his elbow.
"we've had little good luck. Bart
be went on. ETH tell ye what Ii is II
you won't say anything about It."
promised.
uuuuO Us IL WOULD matter muCl,"
be continued. ''but L don't want to do
any braggin'. Ii amt anybody's busl- |
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.
Died without chick or
child Your aunt and me slipped down
10 Potsdam an took the stage an
went over an got the money. 1t was
more money than I ever see before
In my life. We put II In the bank In |
Potsdam to keep II out o. Grimshaw's |
hands. I wouldn't trust that man as |
rur as you could throw a bull by the |
tall
II was q cold. clear night. and When /
re 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 |
,crner. Aunt Deel gave me hug at
he door. Step barked and leared to
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