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Show THE MAMMOTH RECORD, MAMMOTH CITY, UTAH The in the Light Clearing A : : : By irving bacheller TI u , TALE of the NORTH COUNTRY In the TIME of SILAS WRIGHT Author 1 Of EBEN BOLDEN. DRI AND I. DARREL OF THE BLESSED ISLES, KEEPING UP WITH LIZZIE, Etc Etc. t Copyright by Irrtng Bacheller FIRST FORAY INTO THE WORLD AS BARTON MAKES HIS A STUDENT IN MICHAEL HACKETS ACADEMY V.v, Oc rude, I always pretend 'to fee lfvery busy. Just a light word o recognition by way o common politeness h Then laugh, if ye can an do it Quickly, lad, an she will pass on. : j . The last words were spoken In a whisper, with one hand on my breast. He turned the strings and played the Fisher's Hornpipe.. What a romp of merry music filled the house! I had never heard the like and was soon smiling at him as he played. ; His bow and fingers flew in. the wild frolic of the Devils Dream. It led me out of my sadness into a world all new to me. 'V: . Now, .God bless your soul, boy P he exclaimed, by and by, as he put down his instrument- - We shall have a; good time together that we will. Not a stroke this day ! Come, I have a guide here that will take us down to the land o the fairies. ... Then with his microscope he showed me into the wonder-worl- d of littleness of which I had no knowledge. ' The microscope is like the aft o the teacher, he said. :Tve known a good teacher to take a brfcln ho bigger than a flyS foot an' mftke It visible 'to the naked eye ,vK :'. One of the, children, of which there were four in the Hacket home, called us to supper, "Mrs, Hacket, a stout woman with a red and kindly face, sat at one end of the table, and between them were the ehlldren-Mar- a pretty daughter of seventeen; years f Mag? Ruth, a delicate gie, a girl of seven, and John, a noisy, redfaced boy jt five, Were of like thd klfchdff ithalrs of plain Wdod ' today. In the middle 'of thfl table was an empty one fainte& 'fcrfeen. v Before he sat dbWn Mrt put his hand on the back of this chalrand said: ' . , Synopsis. Barton Baynes, an orphan, goes to live with his uncle, Peabody Baynes, and his Aunt Deel on a farm on Rattleroad, in a neighborhood called LIckitysplit, about the year 1826. , He meets Sally Dunkelberg, about his own age, but socially of a class above the Bayneses, and Is fascinated by her pretty face and fine clothes. Barton also meets Roving Kate, known In the neighborhood as tCe 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 fortunes, predicting a bright future for Barton and death on the gallows for Amos. Barton meets Silas Wright, Jr., a man prominent in public affairs, who evinces much interest in the boy. , Barton iearns of the power of money when Mr. Grlmshaw., threatens to take the Baynes farm unless a note which he holds is paid, Now In his sixteenth year, Barton, on his way to the post office at Canton, meets a stranger and they ride together. They encounter a highwayman, who shoots and kills the stranger. Bartons horse throws him and runs away. As the murderer bends over the stranger Barton throws a stone, which he observes wounds the thief, who makes off at once. trio - - : should. You remember Rovin Kate? he asked . by .find by. , ! The beauty of that perfect day was Yes, I answered. , .. Some day when youre a little older Upon her. I remember that her dress was like the color of Its fireweed blos-- ; Ill tell ye her story an youll see soms and that the blue of its sky was what happens when men an women in her eyes and the yellow of the sun- break the, law o God. Heres Mr. light in her hair and the red of its Wrights letter. Aunt Deel asked me clover in her cheeks. I remember how to give It to you to keep. Youre old the August breezes played with her enough now an youll be goin away to , hair, flinging its golden curving strands school before long, I guess. I took the letter and read again, the about her neck and. shoulders so that It touched my face, now and then, as superscription on its envelope: we walked 1 Somehow the rustle of To Master Barton Baynes: ; hfer dress started a strange vibration (To be opened when he leaves home in iny spirit. I put my arm around her to go to school). , , . , , waist and she put her arm around I put It away in the pine box with mine as we ran along. A curious feel- leather hinges on its cover which ing came over me. I stopped and Uncle Peabody had made for me and loosed ray arm. , wondered again what it was all about! v "Its very warm 1 I said as I picked and again that night I broke camp . a stalk of fireweed. and moved further into the world over What was there about the girl which the silent trails of knowledge. , , so thrilled me with happiness? Uncle Peabody went away for a few She' turned away and felt the rib- days after the harvesting. He, had bon by: which her hair was gathered gone afoot, I knew not where. He returned one afternoon in a buggy, at the back of her head. , After a moment of silence I ven- with the great Michael Hacket of. the ' ' Canton academy.- - Hacket was a big, tured i I guess youve never fallen In love. brawny, kindly Irishman with a merry heart and tongue, the Yes, I have. ' ; latter having a touch of the brogue of Who with? I dont think I dare tell you, she the green isle which he had never seen, answered, slowly, looking down as she for he had been born in Massachusetts and had got his education In Harvard. walked.' I love if you wh, He was then a man of forty. Ill tell you who 1,1 Youre coming to me this fall, he I said.1 said as he put his hand on my arm and Who? You. I whispered the word and gave me a little shake. Lad I youve was afraid she would laugh at me, but got a pair of shoulders! Ye shall live In my house an help with the chores she didnt We stopped and listened to the song if ye wiisi to. Thatll be grand, said Unde Peaof a bird I do not remember what bird It was and then she whispered: body, but, as to myself, just then, I Will you love me always and for- knew not what to think of It. " ' END OF BOOK ONE. ever? : Yes, I answered In the careless BOOK- - TWO way of youth. She stopped and looked Into my eyes and I looked into hers. Which Is the Story of the PrinMay I kiss you? I asked, and . t cipal Witness. afraid, with cheeks burning. She turned away and answered: I . CHAPTER VIII. guess you can If you want to. Now I seem to be in Aladdins tower In Which Meet Other Great Men. and to see her standing so red and It was a sunny day late In Septemgraceful and Innocent in the sunlight, and that strange fire kindled by 'our ber on which Aunt Deel and Uncle Peabody took me and my little pine chest kisses warms my blood again. That night I heard a whispered con- with all my treasures In It to the vilference below after I had gone up- lage where I was to go to school and stairs. I knew that something was live with the family of Mr. Michael coming and wondered what it jnlght Hacket, the schoolmaster.. I remember the sad excitement of that, ride to the village and all the words of advice and counsel spoken ' ' by my aunt, . , I remember looking in vain for Sally as we passed the DunkelbergsV I remember my growing loneliness as the day wore on. and how Aunt Deel stood silently buttoning my coat, with tears While I , her , cheeks rolling leaned back upon the gate in front of the Hacket house, pn Ashery lane, trying to act like,, a man. find rather ashamed of iny Uncle Peabody stood surveying the sky in silence with his back toward us. He turned and nervously blew out his breath. His lips trembled a little as he said: I dunno but. what its goln to ' rain. I watched them as they walked to the tavern sheds, both looking dorim at the ground and going rather unsteadily. Oh, the look of that beloved pair as they walked away from me ! the look of their leaning .heads I Their silence and the sound of their footsteps are, somehow, a part of the picture which has hung all these years In my memory. Sally Dunkelberg and her mother came along and said that they were I had come to school.; I could l' glad Will You Love Me Always and not talk to them, and seeing my trouble they went on, Sally waving her hand be. Soon Uncle Peabody came up to to me as they turned the corner below. our little room looking highly serious. I felt ashamed of myself.' Suddenly I I sat, half undressed and rather fear- heard the door open behind me and the ful, looking Into his face. As I think voice of Mr. Hacket : he called, of the Immaculate soul of the boy, I Ive a friend Bart, feel a touch of pathos in that scene. here who has something to say to you. I think that he felt It, for I remember Come In. that his whisper trembled a little as he I turned and went into the house. Away with sadness laddie buck! began to tell me why men are strong end women are beautiful and given In he excuilmed as he took his violin from Its caSe while I sat wiping my eyes. mnrrlngc. Youll be railing In love one o Away with sadness! She often raps days, he said. Its natural ye at my door, and while I try not te be CHAPTER VII Continued. , -- , . J . . . : ; red-haire- d, : . ' , ... J . , , , . dn , pop.-succe- For-ver- , . , . : deposited. There were In th room 1 bed, a chair, a portrait of Napoleo Bonaparte and a small table on which were a dictionary, a Bible and a number of schoolbooks. These were Marys books, said Mr. I told your uncle that yo Hacket. s could jpse them an welcome." g Hie slit sealed and down opened I envelope with trembling bands and found in it this brief note : - Dear Partner-:- ' I : want you to aak the wisest man you know to explain these words to you. I suggest that you commit them to memory and think often of their meaning. Theyare from " .r1 1. Job : a i His bones are full of the sins of his youth, which shall lie down with him in the dust . I believe that they are the most impressive in all the literature I have read. I .. . Yours truly, j SILAS WRIGHT, JR. ' I read the words over and over again, but knew not their meaning. y for bed Sadly and slowly I The noises of the village challenged my ear after I had put out my candle. There were many barking dogs. Some horsemen passed, with a creaking of saddle leather, followed by a wagon. Soon I heard running feet and eager voices. I rose and looked out of the open window. Men were hurrying down the street with lanterns. Hes the son o Ben Grlmshaw, X They heard one of them saying, caught him back in the south woods - . . 1 1 got-read- : ld fPhe-chalf- A - . t ht mefry' heart to Henry I wondered Besides the method- given-- for tinting crepe georgette and thin silks by means of coloring matter dissolved in water, there Is the method of tinting with gasoline and tube paints. By these means a greater variety of lints and colors are possible and one may match shades. The blouse or veil or fabric to be tinted Jtust first be washed, if.it Is s0lled4 .tr cleaned In gasoline, and dried. If washed, jnake suds of warm water and . a pure white soap, and dip the garment or) material in it, squeezing Ltr gently through the hands and "lifting it up, and down in the, suds. When clean, rinse it in two or three., waters and fold In a towel. Do aot wring with the hands, but put through a wringer. For tinting laces, georgette crepe, chiffon or light silk with gasoline, one may produce any color or tint by securing the necessary :tube paints, and; they must be fresh. To ascertain that they are, remove the top of each tube and see that the paint flows out easily when the tube Is squeezed. . ..Manufac-- ) turers or paints provide many colors, and shades ready to use, so that it is, not often necessary to, mix colors. A large dilna wash bowl and a tin pan are needed, for this tinting process. When used, the bowl, must1 be, perfectly clean and absolutely , dry Gasoline for HnUng must be left in an air-tigcan so that It will not evaporate, and a small bristle brush nmst be kept clean and dry, ready for use. Tinting should be done In the open air or near an open window as the fumes from gasoline often cause headache Never and are highly Inflammable. do. tinting In a room with a fire or, gas jet. Always keep the. tops of tubes , at fhe taeanlng af this, but dared not to. ask. Theoldest - a klnd of tnodergtor daughter acted n with fJjjjs fitters. ' Man is Hie constable of this house, with 'power to arrest and hale into court for undue haste or rebellion or Impoliteness, Mr. Hacket explained. I believe that Sally Dunkelberg (s your friend, he said to me presently. screwed down, sSthaPtKe pftlB will not become hard. t, y !j Wipe the bowl or pari to- be 'Used with a clean, dry cloth and squeezeinto It a little of the color required. Pour use th over this a little gasoline-anbrush,. to mix jthp ;palRt and gasoline, moving It about until the paint Is thorDip Into this a oughly dissolved. small piece of the goods to be tinted. If the color proves too dark, add pora gasoline if too light add more point. Sufficient gasoline inust be poured in the bowl to cover the material to bo - - tinted.- - , - Prussian blue, burnt . umber and black are very strong paints and very little of them Is required to;)make a light tone. To make different Ablors-onmust mix the paints,' unless the tone required can be- bought ready mixed.. The following paints will pro. properly duced many : colors mixed: Prussian,. blue. Ivory black, silver white, kings yellow, burnt Umber, sienna, Naples yellow, mauve, pur, , ple lake and geranium lake. Red or geranium lake., in gasoline will tint pink. Prussian blue will' produce, light blue. Black makes a gray shade; burnt umber. makes tan. Several shades of brown may be produced by mixing white and brown. Purple lake makes lavender. Black may be mixed, with green to deepen Its .tone, and white to lighten ltl- Red and yellow give an orange tone ; hlue and yellow, produce green. White, lake and vermilion make, flesh .. color. Yeliow white and a little Venetian make buff. When the material has been tinted, squeeze it out of the. gasoline and shake it in the open air. It wRl dry very quickly. r - INGENIOUS AND BECOMING FROCKS J. iU f I answered. fine A slip of a girl that and a bom I Went With Him While He Fed Hll saw you lookat her as scholar. Chickens and Two 8malt Shotee. i the Persian looks at the rlslng sun. ' I blushed and Mary and her mother yesterday. The sheriff said that he and the boy ' John looked tit me and tried to ran away when he saw em ;,! latighed. V fj :jj coming. What wad Hie meaning of this? Puer pulcherrime!, Mr.' Half$ What had Amos Grlmshaw been doexclaimed a smile. with kindly ' Unde Peabody would have called It ing? I trembled as I got back into a stout snag. The schoolmaster hgd bed I cannot even now explain why, hauled It out of his brain very deftly but "long ago I gave up Hying to and chucked It doyn before me in q fathom the depths of the human kind of challenge. spirit with an infinite sea beneath it Whaj: does that mean? I asked..,,, crossed by subtle tides and currents. You shall know In a week, my son, We see only the straws on the surface. I was up at daylight and Mr. Hacket he answered. I. shall put you into the Latin class Wednesday morning, came to my door while I was dressing. A merry day to you 1" he exclaimed. and God help you to like it as well as await ybu below and Introduce like Ill you Sally. J, ( Again they laughedand again I you to the humble herds and flocks of ' V.! blushed.1 a schoolmaster. , ' I went , with him while he fed his , Hold up yer head, my, brave lad,? and two small shotes. I he went on. fi perfect right $0 chickens milked the cow for him, and together like Sally If ypyp a heart ,to. we drove her back to thfe pasture. "A lad in his teens , r V h Then we split some wood and filled the Will never know beans If he hasnt an bye for the girls. boxes by the fireplace and the kitchen It was a merry supper, and when !): stove and raked up the leaves la the ended Mr. Hacket rose and took the dooryard and wheeled them away, Now you know the duties' o your green chair from the table, exclaiip-ing:- .; office, said the schoolmaster as we ; Michael Henry, God bless you! ni, went in to breakfast . , We sat down at the table with the , Then he kissed his wife and said:-- ,, .Maggie, you wild rose of Erin Ive family and I drew out my letter from been all day in the study, I must take the senator and gave it to Mr. Hacket a walk or i shall get an exalted abdo- to regd. , . men. One Is badly beaten In the race The senator! God prosper him ! I o life when his abdomen gets ahead heard that he came on the Plattsburg of his toes. Children, keep out young stage last night, he said as he begna friend happy here until 3 come back, the reading an announcement which nnd' mind you," dont forget tlie' good caused me and the children to clap our hands with Joy. fellow In the green chair, Mr. Hacket thoughtfully repeated Mary helped her mother with the dishes, while I sat with a book by the the words from Job with a most Imfireside." 'Soon ; Mrs.. Hacket and the pressive Intonation. chlldreh came and sat down with me. He passed the letter back to me and Lets play backgammon, Mary pro- said: All true! I have seen it sinking posed.. : I I dont want to, into the bones o the yonng and I have said John. Dont forget Michael Henry, she seen It lying down with the aged In . reminded,. (. the dust o their graves. It is a big book the one we are now opening. Who Is Michael Henry? Tasked. 'Sure, hes the boy that has never God help ,us It has more pages than been born, said Mrs. Hacket. He all the days o, your life. .Just think was to be the biggest and noblest of o your body. A brave and tender them kind an helpful an cheery youth It is like a sponge. How it hearted an beloved o, God above all takes things in an holds .em an feeds the others. We fry to live up to him. upon lem.l A part o every apple ye He seemeid to me a very strange and eat sinks down Into yer blood an wonderful creature this invisible oc- bones. Ye can't get it out. Its the same way with the books ye read an cupant of the green chair. I know now what I knew not then the thoughts ye enjoy. They go down that Michael Henry was the spirit of into yer bones an ye cant get em out. their home an ideal of which the Thats why I like to think o Michael empty green chair was a constant re- Henry; His food is good thoughts and minder. his wine is laughter. I had a long We played backgammon nnd old visit with M. H. last night when ye ninld and everlasting until Mr. were all in bed. His face was a chunk o laughter. Oh, what a limb he 1st Hacket returned. The sealed envelope which Mr. I wish I could tell ye all the good Wright had left at our home, a long things he said. time before that day, was In my pocket. ' At last the hour had come when I Barton and the Hacketa hear could open It and rend the message some newt that atartles them of which I had thought much and and aeta Barton to worrying with a growing Interest. about a secret that ha shares 1 rose and said that I should like to with no one. Dont mle the go to my room. Mr. Hacket lighted next Installment. a candle and took me upstairs to a little room where my chest had been (TO BE CONTINUED.) Yes; sir, '1 ' - . reve 1 . . , . 1 1 . i iJlc ; . - I The endless ingenuity of the designers of apparel, keeps' alive and alert our. Interest In the. styles. Even the becomingness and the elft?n!ice of the tunic would not have saved it from becoming tiresome, if It were not that It is always reappearing with some lately discovered, novel development. It is this spice , pf cleverness which we admire and sometimes,' envy In the woman who Is able to buy It in , b cv . ber clothes. Here Is a new afternoon frock which might be of silk Jersey, or trjcolet or erepo de chine, or any other clingy fabric, which has Joined to n long, straight blouse the beloved tunic, by he simple means of hemstitching fiiem together. Thus we hnve the new I ml youthful long waist In company nllli the tunic. And I here is 0 folded girdle nbout the blouse to vary the straight line which It breaks. There Is k wide shawl collar, high nt the bnck, Ihnt appears to do wonders as it peck finish, which opens over the blouse and discovers n wholly unexpected diagonal line across the front. This Is outlined with a band of braiding that is extended to the hemstitching. The deep ami ample cuffs with a row of small ball buttons set close together on them, merit special praise. The underskirt Is pluln, moderately much-admire- d narrow find finished with a wide hem This frock will prove a good" cho!c for the' unpretentious wedding thn are due to arrive tit Easter. It h practical as well ns beautiful ant would serve for the tirldesmalds, 01 for bride when the wedding Is to bt simple. There are some lovely tones In the new spring colors, as sengui1 gray, champagne,, coral, Alpine bm nnd orchid tints. Byt thl? :jdel, lr dnrker shades,, will jnske arv.afternooi and dinner frock that will prove t Joy to Its possessor, , , Save String. What becomes o 'ulTth's lltlle lilts of string and twine flint" come around the small parcels tont you bring home, also those of larger ones that are sent to you? There are many .folks who save them, but there are others who do not. For the lutter It would be nice to make a bag with drawing string nnd linng always in the kitchen or pantry or some nearby place. Roll the small ends In one bnll and the long ones In another nnd keep In a box linnglng in the pnntry with a ltd that shuts llself, A Ralt box Is all right. A soft faille silk nrnl wool Is very much like the eollenne. |