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Show 1 1 I " EMERY COUNTY PROGRESS. CASTLE DALE. UTAH ' , ,.,,-- ,. in the Gearing Theoflight the NORTH COUNTRY to the TIME A TALE j. of SILAS WRIGHT By IRVING BACHELLER. Author of BARTON EBEN HOLDEN, DRI AND I, DASJLEL Of THB BLESSES WLES. KEEPING UP WITH UZZIB. Etfc Copyright by Irvine Baeheller t, OF THE LEARNS EXISTENCE FUL POWER KNOWN OF A WONDER- AS "MONIY." Barton Baynes, an orphan, goes to live with his uncle, Deel Synopsis on a farm on Rattleroad, In a Peabody Baynes, and his Aunt neighborhood called Llckltysplit, about the year 1826. He meets Sally own age, but socially of a class above the Dnnkelberg, about his fascinated is and by her pretty face and fine clothes. Barton Bajneses, ilso meets Roving Kate, known In the neighborhood as the "Silent Woman." Amos Grlmshaw, a young son of the richest man in the township, Is a visitor at the Baynes home and Roving Kate tells the boys' bright future for Barton and death on the gallows for an act of boyish mischief, Barton runs away, home with the Dunkelbergs. He reaches Canton his make to intending There he is found by Silas Wright, Jr., a wd falls nsleep on a porch. man prominent in public affairs, who. knowing Peabody Baynes, takes Silas Wright evinces much Barton home after buying him new clothes. Interest in Barton and sends a box of books and magazines to the A short time later the election of Mr. Wright to the Baynes home. United States senate is announced. fortunes, predicting a for Amos. Reproved CHAPTER V. I I The Great Stranger I Some strangers came along Wd the days hunters, peddlers like and tneir coming u.ieu those- - the with a Joy which my with them, I regret no mostly went to say. None to my of these, however, appealed But old Kate, did as Imagination ihere was one stranger greater than Indeed, than any other He came ho came into Rattleroad. detained. jarely and would not be long me him, curiously we looked ,flt towing his fame and power! How This peat stranger was Money. , I I shall never forget the 'day that bill and my uncle showed me a dollar 'a little shiny, gold coin and three jteces of silver, nor can I forget how them while and presently wallet That was long before the time of which I am writing. I remember hearing him when I ay, one day of that year, 'asked him to take us to the Caravan of Wild Beasts which was coming to wefully he watched (lhey lay in my hands jut them back into his .the Tillage: I Tm sorry, but It's been a hundred had a dollar In my than ten minutes." I have his old account ; book for tie years of 1837 and 1838, Here are rsome of the entries: ) "Balanced accounts with J. Doro Sundays since I "wallet for more thy and gave to be paid in him my note for $z.ia salts January 1, 1838, .Sold ten bushels of wheat to E. Miner 'at 90 cents, to bo paid in goods. f "Sold two sheep to tflavlus Curtis and took his note for $6, payable in .boots- on or before March the first" s Only one entrv in more than a i hundred mention money, and this was the sunj of eleven cents received in j ! ibalance from a neighbor, So It will be seen that a spirit of mutual accommodation served to I flselp us over the rough going. Mr. Grlmshaw, demanded his however, J W In cash and that I find was malu j'y the habit of the money-lenderI We were poor but our poverty was .Jt like that of these days in which s1 ,m writing. It was proud and s. I cleanly and well-fehad seen heroic service we knew It. I I was twelve I al wn to family. Our fathers In the wars years old when I he- be the reader for our little Annt Deei had long com- that she couldn't keep up with ijw knitting and read so much. We m not seen Mr. Wright for nearly two yenrs, but he had sent us the jMvels of sir Walter Scott and I had ie them I heart deep Into the creed Patties of Old Mortality, I Then came thi vii H.n iss7 nen the story of our Uves began to jjfflaen its pace and excite our Inter- Its coming chapters. It, gave ;M enough to think of, God knows. Wlld speculations In land and the plained American paper-mone- y system had us into rough going. The the city of New York had fended payment of their notes. y could no longer meet their As usual, the burden fell t on the poor. It was hard to PS money even for black Baits, incle Peabody had been silent and jessed for a month or more. He Mgned a note for Rodney Barnes, wwn, long before and was afraid Would hava t0 Pay It I didn't a note was ai 1 remem-- r b . ; at one night, when I lay think- about It, I decided that !t must "fought ts. hi . Jo ncle told me that a note y uble whkn attacked the instead of the Btomach. " da ,n Canton Uncle PiW1mn swwy traded three sheep and twen "It's the brain colic," I said to myseir as I looked at him. Mr. Barnes seemed to have It also. loo much note," I whispered. "I'm awful sorry, but I've done everything I could." said Mr. Barnes. "Ain't there somebody that'll take anouier mortgage? it ought to be safe now," my uncle suggested. "Money is so tight it can't be done. ine Dank has got all the money an' Grlmshaw owns the bank. I've tried and tried, but I'll make you safe. I'll give you a mortgage until I can turn round." "How much do you owe on this place?" Barnes asked. "Seven hundred an' fifty dollars," kuiu my uncie. "Is it due?" "It's been due a year an' If I have to pay that note I'll be short my In terest." i : "Why. Mr. flrl mutiny It'a tArt since you've been In our house Tell" said Aunt twi "I suppose it Is," he answered rath er snarpiy. "I don't have much time to get around. I have to work. There's some neonia RPtm ta hn ah! to git along without it I see you've got one o mese newrangieu stoves,-h- e added as he looked It over. "Huh! Rich folks can have anything they aunt Uncle Peabody bad sat splintering the long stick of yellow birch. I observed that the jackknlfe trembled In his hand. His tone bad a touch of unnatural ness. nmceedinir nn donbt from his fear of the man before him. as ne said : "When I hoiipht thnt Ktnva I felt richer than I do now. I had almost enough to settle with you up to date, but I signed a note for a friend and had to pay it" I suppose so," Grlmshaw "Ayuh! answered in a tone of bitter Irony which cut me like a knife-blad- e, young as I was. "What business have you slgnln' notes an' givln' away money which ain't yours to give I'd like to know? W hat business have you actin' like a rich man when you can't pay yer honest debts? I'd like to know that, too?" "If I've ever acted like a rich man it's been when I wa'n't lookin'," said Uncle Peabody. "What business have you to go yer family takln another mouth to feed and another body to spin for? That costs money. I want to tell you one thing, Baynes, you've got to pay up or git out o here," He raised his cane and shook It In the air as he spoke. "Oh. I ain't no doubt o' that." said Uncle Peabody. "You'll have to have yer money that's sure; an' you will have It if I live, every cent or it This box Is coin' to be a great help to me you don't know what a good boy he Is and what a comfort nes been to us 1" Thesfc words of my beloved uncle uncovered tny emotions so that I put and leaned my elbow on the wood-bo- x my head upon, it and sobbed. "I ain't goin' to be hard on ye, Barnes." said Mr. Grlmshaw. as he rose from his chair; "I'll give ye three months to see what you can ao. I wouldn't wonder If the boy would turn out all right He's big an" cordy of his age and a purty likely boy, tney tell me." Mr. Grlmshaw opened the door and stood for a moment looking at us and added In a milder tone: "You've got one o the best farms in this town an' if ye work hard an' use common sense ye ought to be out o' aeDi in five years mebbe less." He closed the door ana weni awny. Ko'thpr of ns moved or snoke as we listened to his footsteps on the gravel path that went down to the road and to the sound of his buggy as ne arove Then Uncle Feahouy Drone away. the silence by saying: "He's the dam'dest " He stonned. set the sHrk aside, closed his Jackknlfe and to cool bis went to the water-pa-il emotions with a drink. Aunt Deel took ud the subject where he had dropped it, as If pressed sentiment would satisry ner, saying : "old skinflint that ever uvea in this world, ayes! I ain't goln to hold mv oDinion o' that man no longer, ayes! I can't It's too pow erful ayes 1" Having recovered my composure i reneated that I should like to give UP school and stay at home and work. Aunt Deel Interrupted me by say n' "God o Israeli I'm scairt," said Uncle Peabody. ty bushels of wheat for a cook stove Down crashed the Btlck of wood and brought It home In the big wagon. Into the box. Rodney Barnes came with him to help "What aboutr set up the stove. He was a big "It would be like him to put the giant of a man with the longest nose In the screws on you now. You've got be township. I have often wondered how tween him an' his prey. You've taken any one would solve the problem of the mouse away from the cat" 1 remember the little panic that kissing Mr. Barnes in the immediate region of his nose, the same being in fell on us then. I could see tears the nature of a defense. in the eyes of Aunt Deel as she sat That evening I was chiefly Inter with her head leaning wearily on her ested in tne stove. What a Joy It hand. was 10 me with Its damper and grid"If he does I'll do all I can," said dles and high oven and the shinv edze Barnes, "whatever I've got will be on its hearth I It rivaled, in its nov yours." Rodney Barnes left us, and I re elty and charm, any tin peddler's cart that ever came to our door. John member how Uncle Peabody stood In Axtell and his wife, who had seen it the middle of the floor and whistled pass their house, hurried over for a the merriest tune he knew. "Stand right up here," he called In look at it Every hand was on the stove as we tenderly carried It into his most cheerful tone. "Stand right the house, piece by piece, and set it up here before me, both o' ye." I got Aunt Deel by the hand and up. Then they cut a hole in the up per noor and the stone chimney and led her toward my uncle. We stood "Stand straighter," he fitted the pipe. How keenly wc facing him. One, watched the building of the fire. How demanded. "Now, altogether. quickly it roared and began to heat two, three, ready sing." He beat time with his hand in imi the roomi When the Axtells had gone away tation of the singing master at the schoolhouse and we joined him in Aunt Deel said: , .'It's grand! It Is sartin but Tm singing an old tune which began : "Oh, 'fraid we can't afford it ayes I be!" keep my heart from sadness, God.' This irresistible spirit of the man "We can't afford to freeze any longer. I made up my mind that we bridged a bad hour and got us off couldn't go through another winter to bed in fairly good condition. A few days later , the note came as we have," was my uncle's answer. "How much did it cost?" she nsked. due and its owner insisted upon full "Not much differ'nt from thirty-fou-r payment. There was such a clamor for dollars in sheep and grain," he money those days! I remember that my aunt had sixty dollars which she answered. Rodney Barnes stayed to supper had saved, little by little, by selling nnd spent a part of the evening with eggs and chickens. She had planned to use it to buy a tombstone for her us. Mr. mother and father a Like other settlers there, Barnes was a cheerful optimist. Every- ambition. My uncle needed the most thing looked good to him until it of it to help pay the note. We drove to Potsdam on that sad errand and turned out badly. He told how he had heard that It what a time we had getting there was a growing country near the great and back in deep mud and sand and water highway of the St. Lawrence. jolting over corduroys! "Bart," my uncle said the next Prosperous towns were building up In It. There were going to be great evening, as I took down, the book to cities in Northern New York. There read, , "I guess we'd better tals were rich stores of lead and iron things over a little tonight These in the rocks. Mr. Barnes had bought are hard times. If we can find any two hundred acres at ten dollars an body with money enough to buy 'era acre. He had to pay a fee of five I dunno but we better sell the ing: "I have an Idee that Slie Wright per cent to Grlmshaw's lawyer for sheep." "If you hadn't been a fool," my will help us ayes ! He's comln home the survey and the papers. This left him owing fourteen hundred dollars aunt exclaimed with a look of great an yon better go down an' "see him I If you hadn't been on his farm much more than It was distress "ayes ayes! Hadn't ye?" a fool." "Bart an' 1 11 go down worth. so "I'm just what I be, an I ain't said Uncle Peabody. Our cousin twisted the poker in to be reminded Some fourteen months before that his great hands until it squeaked as olg a fool that I need Potsof it" said my uncle. he' stood before my uncle and said : day my uncle had taken me to "I'll stay home an work," I pro- - dam and traded grain and salts for "My wife and I have chopped and hat he called a "rip roarin' line sun burnt and pried and hauled rocks an' nosed bravely. "You ain t old enougn lor mat, iothea" with boots and cap and shoveled dung an' milked an' churned DeeL Aunt siehed almost and collar and necktie to matcft For out worn shirt are we until, in saia want you scnooi, Jo "I earned them by sawing and keep I workin' bavins been days twenty years we've who eat making a cording wood at three shillings a an' nights an' Sundays. My mortgage Uncle Peabody, cerd. How often we looked back to I owed six hundred do- splint room. was over-duWhile we were talking in walked those better days! The clothes had llars on It I thought it all over one an' Benjamin Grlmshaw the rich man of been too big for me and I had had to day an went up to Grlmshaw's neck the hills. He didn't stop to Knocx, wait until my growth had taken up the took him by the back of right In as if the house the "slack" in my coat and trousers and shook him. He said he would but walkedown. It was common gos- hPfnro I could venture out of the his were He the country. drive me out o' a mortgage on every neighborhood. I bad tried them on held he that had sip gave me six months to pay up. I the countryside. I had never every week or so for a long time. Now of acre the I land. got the lose or to pay liked him, for he was a stern-eye- d filled them handsomely money on the note that you signed man who was always scolding some- in etatuie me with a pride and filled CanIn and Potsdam. tbey Nobody In over his saisfactlon which I had neve known not what had I and forgotten to body, lend it to ton would 'a' dared son had said of him. before. me. Good night!" he exclaimed curtly, "Biow may the Lord help yo to w asked. mv uncle "Whv?" - 'Fratd o' Grlmshaw. He didn't as he sat down and set his cane be- careful awful, terrible careful o' feet and rested his hands thm clothes every minute o' this want me to be able to pay It The tween his He spoke hoarsely and 1 tnv" Aunt Deel cautioned aa she It hundred upon six place Is worth more thanreason. notion came to looked at me. "Don't git no horse curious the Inremember I dollars now that's the looked like our old ram. sweat nor wagon grease on em. he that me haul an timber tended to cut some I could He wore a thin, gray beard nnder his It to the village this winter so more chin. His mouth was shut tight In an' note git the Barton gets new Inspiration pay a part o hare a long line curving downward a litf from the words of the great time as I toH ye, but the roads uncle to nsed ends. My the at tle Silas Wright, who plana for the been so bad I couldn't do any basay that his mouth was made to keep education of the boy when he and from leaking going at thoughts his ulky nnde went and took a drink la old enough to leave home for a a bad big body, He big waste. w by his face to . school. nose and a the water pall. I big chin, a big mouth, up, wrought y tnusual was hands. His eyes toy that he earth I fie ex- big ears and My heavens an In this Betting of blgnesa. (TO SJB CONIUiUED.) small down again. claimed as he sat half-splinter- e, . i ; mum wwm & MART CEAttIlBCR THE ONION'S INSULT. "I have been Insulted," said the onion. "Oh, cheer up," said the carrot.. "I can't cheer up," said the onion. "I feel like crying." "Well." said the carrot "I never heard of an onion crying, but I have heard of people who were cutting up onions crying. 1 have heard of that often." "Why do they cry?" asked the onion. "Have they been insulted? I don't see why they should cry when cutting me up, or when they were cutting up any members of my family. I'm sure we've never insulted them. Won't you explain, Mr. Carrot?" "I will Indeed," said Mr. Carrot, "but come to think of It, perhaps I won't." "Oh, why won't you?" asked th onion. , "Please tell me." "I'm afraid I might Insult you. I am afraid of you now that you tell me you have been Insulted. I feel that you must be full of silly pride in order to be insulted. I can't believe thnt you are a sensible vegetable any more. Why, I am almost afraid that you mny think the ground is too good a nursery for you and that you feel you shouldn't be eaten, but that you should be put In a glass case with the best silver." "Ah no, I don't feel anything like that." said the onion. "I like to be a vegetable. I'm proud of being a vegetable. I love to have the ground for my nursery. "Now I am old, too old to be cut up and eaten with salt. But I am going to be useful for frying. And I'm going to meet Mr. Beefsteak for the first time In my life. The cook said they were going to have fried onions and beefsteak for dinner toulght, though and she 6ald beefsteak perhaps onions." The carrot smiled. It knew that the onion was trying to have more pride than ever now that it had been insult ed. It felt sorry for itself. "Please tell me why people cry when they cut us up? Have we ever done them any harm?" asked the onion. "No," said the carrot, "you have never done them any harm. And they do not cry tears of sadness or of sor-- , row or of worry or.of anger," "What In the world do they cry . , for?" asked the onion. "Because you make their eyes fill with tears. They can't help It when they cut you up, but they aren't sad in the least." "Oh," salcfthe onion, "if they don't crj; tears of sorrow it doesn't matter, at all. I'm glad none of us have ever hurt their feelings and I am glad none of us have ever insulted them, for it Is dreadful, quite dreadful, to be Insulted." "Poor onion," said the carrot "You retilly must cheer up. Think of tho . Their Eyes Fill With Tears. meeting you're going to have with Mr. Beefsteak. Think of that and cheer ' op.. "I do," said the onion, "but still I can't forget the Insult" "Would It make you feel any better to talk It over with meT asked the carrot "Sometimes that does help to talk the thing over which Is making , us unhappy." "I think It would help," said the onion. "Then tell me what the Insult was," said the carrot a "Some one was going to help the cook get the dinner some one who knew little about cooking but less about bow to fix vegetables, and this person said she would peel the onions. "She began to peel me first . as though I were a potato and then she kept on peeling until the cook suddenly noticed what she was doing and said: "'Stop peeling that poor onion. It's all good to eat and we will just cut it , up In smaller pieces for frying.' "Imagine," said the onion, "to hear of anyone so ignorant about onions. That was said before you were brought out Mr. Carrot I was Insulted I To think of not being understood better than that Oh, it la sad, It la insulting, not to be understood." |