Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1919-01-02

Jcl IAouSy-ludl > SURE, du you VIII
have II If 1 live, every cent of it.
This boy is goin' to be great help
| to me-you don't know what a good
boy he is and what a comfort he's
| been to usp'
| These words of my beloved uncle
uncovered Say emotions so that ! put
my elbow Oh the wood-bOX and leaned
my head upon it and sobbed.
Il amt goin' to be hard on ye,
| Baynes," said Mr.. Grimshaw as he
rose from his chair; "I'll give We
three months to see what you can do.
| wouldn't wonder if the. boy would
turn out all right. He's big an cordy
of his age and a purity likely boy, they
| tell me-"
Mr.. Grimshaw opened the door and
| stood for a moment looking at us and
| added in milder tone: you've got
one O. the best farms in this town an
| if We work hard an use common
sense We ought to be out o. debt in
five years-mebbe less"
He closed the door and went away.
Neither of us moved or spoke as we
listened to his footsteps on the gravel
path that went. down to the road and
to the sound of his buggy as he drove
away. Then Uncle Peabody broke
the silence by saying:
"He's the dam'dest-"
He stopped, set the half-splintered
stick aside, closed his jackknife and
Went to the WATERFALL to cool his
emotions with a drink.
Aunt Deel took up the subject where
he had dropped it, as if no-half-ex-
pressed sentiment would satisfy her,
saying:
odd skinflint that ever lived in
this world, ayes. l amt goin' to
hold my opinion @ that man no
longer, ayes! | can't. It's too pow
erful-ayes"
Having recovered my composure l
repeated that should like to give up
school and stay at home and work.
Aunt Dee' interrupted me by say
| ing:
Il have an idee that Sile Wright
will help us-ayes! He's comm home
an you better go down an see him
| ayes Hadn't YEP
"Bart an I'll go down to-morrer,"
said Uncle Peabody.
Some fourteen months before that
day my uncle had taken me to Pots
dam and traded grain and salts for
| what he called rip roarin fine suit
! O. clothes" with boots and cap and
shirt and collar and necktie to match,
| cOrding wood at three shillings a
cord. How often we looked back to
| those better days! The clothes had
been too big for me and l had had to
wait until my growth had taken up
| the slack" in my coat and trousers
| before | could venture out of the
neighborhOod. 1 had tried them on
every week or so for a long time. Now
Ing statue filled them handsomely
| and they filled me with a pride and
satisfaction which / had never known
| before.
snow may the Lord help ye to be
careful-awful, terrible careful O.
| them clothes every minute O. this
| day" Aunt Deel cautioned as she
! looked at me- Don't cit no horse
sweat nor wagon grease on 'em."
To Aunt Deel wagon grease was
the worst enemy of happy and re-
| spectacle home.
We hitched our team to the grass
hopper spring wagon and set out on
| our journey. 1t was a warm, hazy
| Indian-summer day in November. AS
| we passed ''the milr' we saw the ST.
lent Woman looking out of the little
window of her room above the black
smith shOp-a low, weather-stained,
frame building, hard by the main
road, with narrow hanging stair on
| the side of it.
"She keeps watch by the winder
when she amt travelin'," said Uncle
Peabody. ''Knows all that's goin'
on-that woman-knows who goes to
the village an how long they stay.
When Grimshaw goes by they say she
hustles off down the road in her rags.
| She looks like sick dog herself, but
I've heard that she keeps that room
O. hers Just as neat as a pin"
Near the village we passed smart
looking buggy, drawn by a spry-foot-
ed horse In shiny harness. Then
noticed with a pang that our wagon
was covered with dry mud and that
our horses were rather bony and our
harness a kind of lead color So /
was in an humble state of mind when
we entered the village.
! There was a crowd of men and
! women in front of Mr.. Wright's Office
and through its open door saw many
of his fellow townsmen. We waited at
! the door for few minutes. I crowded
/ in while Uncle Peabody stood talk
! ing to villager. The Senator caught
sight of me and came to my side and
put his hand on my head and said:
Hello, Bart! How you've grown !
and how handsome you look! Where's
your uncle2"