Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-05-09
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suf my youth. But there was q greater
one, although 1t seemed not so at the
time of it. A traveller on the road to
Ballybeen had dropped his pocketbook
containing a large amount of money
S2,700 was the sum, if / remember
rightly. He was a man who, being
Justly suspicious of the hanks, had
withdrawn his money. Posters an
nounced the loss and the offer OF a
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 bri-
ers ,or the great prize which was sup
posed to be lying there. Itswas said,
however, that the quest had been I'M
successful. So the lost pocketbook
became a 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. l
had enjoyed my work and my life at
the Hackets', on the whole, but was
glad to be going home again. My
uncle was in high spirits and there
were many packages in the sleigh.
~ merry Christmas to We both an
may the Lord love vel" said Mr..
Hacket as he babe us goodby. ''Every
day our thoughts win be going up the
hills to your house."
The bells rang merrily as we hur-
Fied 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"
''How does that happen?" / asked.
81 settled with Grimshaw and agreed
TO go. If it hadn't "a been for Wright
and Baldwin we wouldn't "a got 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 q hundred an fifty acres from
Abe Leonard. Coin to build a new
house in the spring. 1t will be nearer
the village"
He playfully nudged my ribs with
his elbow.
'We've had little good luck, Bart, !"
ne went on. "Pll tell We what it is If
you won't say anything about it"
/ promised.
81 dunno as It would matter much"
he continued. shut / don't want to do
any bragafn'. 1t amt anybody's busi-
ness, cn!way. An old uncle over in
Vermont died three weeks ago and
left us thirty-eight hundred dollars.
1t was old Uncle Ezra Baynes O.
Hinesburg. Died without a chick or
child. Your aunt and me slipped down
TO Potsdam an took the stage an
went over an got the money. 1t was
more money than / ever see before
In my life. We put it in the bank In
Potsdam to keep it out o. Grimshaw's
hands. I wouldn't trust that man as
fur as you could throw a bull by the
tail"
1t was cold. clear night, and when
we reached home the new stove was
swapping with the heat In it's firebox
and the pudding putting in the pot
and old Shep dreaming in the chimney
corner. Aunt Deel gave me a hug at
the door. Shep barked and leaped to
my shoulders.
''Why, Barti You're CROWN like a
weed-ain't ye?-Gyes We be-" my
aunt said as she stood and looked at
Ee. "Set right down here an warm
ye-ayes 1--we done all the chores
ayesr
How warm and comfortable IVES the
Al k.n14
In 1t. / wonder If paradise itself can
seem more pleasant to me. I have had
the best food this world can provide,
IN my time, but never anything that
ate with a keener relish than the
pudding and milk and bread and but
ter and cheese and pumpkin pie which
Aunt Dee gave us that night
Supper over, wiped the dishes for
my aunt while Oncle Peabody went
out to feed and water the horses. Then
we sat down in the genial warmth
while told the story of my life in
the busy town." as they called it
What pride and attention they gave
ME thenl
My fine clothes and the story Of how
had come by them taxed my inge-
AulI somewhat, although net improp-
cry. / had to be careful not to let
hem know that / had beer ashamed
OF the homemade suit. They somehow
telt the truth about it and little
slience followed the story. Then Aunt
Deei drew her chair near me and
touched my hair very gently and
looked into my face without speaking.
Ayes know" she said presently,
II kind Of caressing tone, with a
l0uch Of sadness in it. 'rThey amt
used to coarse homespuh stuff down
mere In the village They made fun
ye-didn't they. Bart?7
don't care about that" I assured
mem The minds the measure of
ne man. l quoted. remembering the
Fs The Senator had repeated to me.