The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1934-06-19
CHAPTER XXX.

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stinct Of . wild animal to escape
from its cage, stole from the house
TO roam about the grounds, Ann
Haskell and her son went again from
room to room, commenting freely
now, % they had not done when in
the presence Of the lawyer and the
butler.
In the library John Herbert read
aloud the titles Of many books. with
. brief word or two as to the place
and importance Of the various au-
thors. Now and then he would taxa
volume from its place to handle II
reverently, calling his mothers 1t.
tention to the binding, the type, and
such things - true booklovers no.
tice.
Ann, Is she listened, watched him
intently. She did not understand
much Of what he said. but from his
voice and manner she seemed to be
drawing certain conclusions.
Presently, with . timidity 1T
which her backwoods associates
would have wondered, she ventured,
"A body'd think You war a-talhn'
bout the Bible"
"As Q matter Of fact, mother
John Herbert smiled, "these books
are bibles" and he explained the
original meaning Of the word.
"Wal, what do you think about
thatl" she exclaimed, wonderingly.
"Hit sure makes mo feel about
books like never felt before-jest
thu idaa I vnoanW
The young man, with q gesture,
indicated the tiers Of laden shelves
which rose from the floor almost to
the ceiling. "Just think, mother.
what treasure-what real treasure
this room containsl The great
est thoughts Of the greatest minds
the world has ever known are all
here" In simple words he contin.
ued developing the thought Of the
influence which the writer's Of these
books had exercised in world af.
fairs. and the parts they had played
In shapinR governments and In the
history Of human life.
II sure never had no idee that
writin' books meant al that" said
Ann, humbly. Il amt never hyeard
bout SIGH things before. ! never
even seed % many books IN oil my
horned days. You sure make writin'
look different. son. than what hit did
back home.s
.But, mother he cried, ''the peo-
pie who collected this library and
made this home are your kind Of
people. Don't you feel it? Don't
your
The mountain woman answered
slowly. Sometimes hit seems like !
do, son. Then ag'in I git sort Of
scared. Makes me- feel sort Of queer.
liks-like I've seen hit al before
somewhars In Q dream. Hit sure
amt like nothine I war raised up to
Anybody can zee, though thai
you're right 70 home hyear like yos
never war ner never could b u n
backwoods.S
John Herbert directed her atten
uou TO the portrait Of . man which
hung over the fireplace: "Lcok .
him. mother. That's the kind Ct
man who belongs IN . home hk'
this-in . library like this"
Ann nodded. II been a-watchtn
him while you var talkin' bout tn
books. sPeared Ike he war Hsteniu
an kuowed Ill about what you Va
sayin'. He liked hit, too.
John Herbert laughed. ~You'
know ~ Vas 1t home here. /.
ssHe minds me Of somebody sai
Ann, slowly. "Hit's-hit sure il
he's like ledge shannon. Tain
that he favors the jedge In eye'
or nose, or mouth, er hair, er moth
in'-but take him al together he
rot the same look. Makes mo thin
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somebody else, too
She took her sons arm and cause
him 70 stand beside the portrait
wal, IN b snatchedls Sd
lauehed aloud. "He might b YOU
Erandpappy. faint that you
aces III alike take EN- piscs b
piece, but Jest the same you sui
look alike. Thar's sure somethil
what makes you an him kin!"
sYou are bsing very compliment
Arg 70 mo. mother murmured Il
young man, we'll pleased.
'Hit's funny how different ION
can look from other folks Whl
faces air III made out Of the san
things, amt hit?" she continue
musingly.. sl've knowed nnsn VIII
looked an actsd exactly IKE hawa
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