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Show EMTSRY COUNTY PROGRESS. CASTLE DALE. UTAH OwnaJHamW The Light; in the Gleanii A ' Copyright bj Bscheller or large ones. : , PREFACE The LlRht In the Clearing shone upon many things end mostly upon those which, above all others, have impassioned and perpetuated the Spirit of America and which, just now, seem to me to be worthy of attention. I believe that spirit to be the very candle of the Lord which. In ihls dark and windy night of time, has dickered so that the souls of the faithful have been afraid. But let us be of good cheer. It Is shining brighter u I write and, under God, I believe It shall, by and by, be seen and loved of all men. One Homeric figure, of In which I was the remote country-sid- e born, had the true Spirit of Democracy and shed Its light abroad In the senate of the United States and the capltol at Albany. He carried the Candle of the Lord. It led him to a height of achieved by only two others Washington and Lincoln. Yet I have been surprised by the profound and general Ignorance- of this generation regarding the career of Silas Wright. The distinguished senator who served at his side for many years, Thomas H. Benton of Missouri, has this to say of Silas Wright In his Thirty Years' View: un- semblage of flower ghosts In wax! They had no wore right to associate with human beings than the ghosts of Uncle Peabody used to call fable. thein the "Mlnervy flowers" because they were a present from his Aunt Minerva. When Aunt Deel returned to the kitchen where I sat a sofrow-in- g little refugee hunched up in a corner she said: "I'll have to tell your Uncle Peabody ayes!" "Oh please don't tell my Uncle Peabody." I wailed. "Ayes! I'll have to tell him," she answered firmly. For the first time I looked for him with dread at the window and when he came I hid In a closet and heard that solemn and penetrating note la her voice as she said : "I guess you'll have to take that boy away ayes!" "What now?" he asked. "My stars! he sneaked Into the parlor and tipped over the what-no- t and smashed that beautiful' wax wreath!" he ex"Jerusalem claimed. "I'll have to " He stopped as he was wont to do on the threshold of strong opinions and momentous resolutions. The rest of the conversation was drowned in my own cries and Uncle Peabody came and lifted me tenderly and carried me upstairs. lie sat down with me on his lap and hushed my cries. Then he said very SSSaritffi BOYD "He refused cabinet appointments der his fast friend Van Buren and under Polk, whom ho may be said to have elected. He refused a seat on the bench of the Supreme court of the United States; he rejected Instantly the nomination in 1844 for vice president; he refused to be put In nomination for the presidency. He spent that time In declining office which others did In winning It. The offices he did accept, Itmlght well be said, were thrust upon him. He was born great and above office and unwillingly descended to It." So much by way of preparing tho reader . to meet the great commoner In these gently: "Now, Bub, you an'd me have got to pages. and albums There were those who accused Mr. be careful. What-not- s only and wax flowers and haircloth sofys Wright of being a spoilsman, the to warrant for which claim would seem be his remark In a letter: "When our are the most dang'rous critters in St enemies accuse us of feeding our friends Lawrence county. They're purty savinstead of them never let them lie In tell- age. Keep your eye peeled. You can't ing the etory." tell what minute they'll lump on ye. He was, In fact, a human being, through and through, but so upright that they More boys have been dragged away used to say of him that he was "as hon- and tore to pieces by 'em than by all est as any man under heaven or In It." the bears and panthers in the woods. For my knowledge of the color and out o' that old parlor. Ye might spirit of the time I am indebted to a long Keep course of reading in Its books, newspa- as well go Into a cage o' wolves. How pers and periodicals, notably the North be I goin to make ye remember it?" American Review, the United States Mag"I don't know," I whimpered and beazine and Democratic Review, the New York Mirror, the Knickerbocker, the St. gan to cry out in fearful anticipation. He set me in a chair, picked up one Lawrence Republican, Benton's Thirty Years' View, Bancroft's Life of Martin of his old carpet-slipper- s and began to Van Buren, histories of Wright and his belabored He bed It. with the thump to time by Hammond and Jonklns, and many manuscript letters of the distin- the bed with tremendous vigor. Meanwhile he looked at me and exclaimed: guished commoner in the New York public library end in the possession of Mr. "You dreadful child!" . Vermont. of Samuel Wright Weybridge, I knew that my sins were responsiTo any who may think that they, discover portraits in these pages I desire to ble for this violence. It frightened me say that all the characters save .only and my" cries Increased. Silas Wright and President Van Buren The door at the bottom of the stairs purely imaginand Barton Baynes-a- re opened suddenly. ary. However, there were Grimshaws Aunt Deel called: and Purvises and Blnkses and Aunt Deels and Uncle Peabodys in almost every- - rus"Don't lose your temper, Peabody. I tic neighborhood those days, and I regret think you've gone fur 'nough ayes!" to add that Roving Kate was on many Uncle Peabody stopped and blew as roads. The case of Amos Grimshaw bears a striking resemblance to that of young if he were very tired and then I caught Bickford, executed long ago in Maipne. a look in his face that reassured me. for the particulars of which case I am He called back to her: "I wouldn't of Ives H. L. indebted to my friend, Mr. a' cared so much If It hadn't 'a'' been Potsdam. THE AUTHOR. the what-no- t and them MJnervy flowers. When a boy tips over a what-no- t he's goin' It purty strong." BOOK ONE "Well, don't be too severe. You'd come now and git me a pall o' better Which Is the Story of the Candle water ayes, I think ye had." arid the Compass. Uncle Peabody did a lot of sneezing and coughing with his big, red handCHAPTER I. kerchief over his face and I was not old enough then to understand It He The Melon Harvest kissed me and took my little hand In f Once upon a time I owned a water- his big hard one and led me down the melon. say once because I never did stairs. d I dreamed that night that a it again. When 1 got through owning what-no- t, a wax Its In wreath that melon I never wanted another. wijh The time was 1S31; I was a boy of hands, chased me around the house seven and the melon was the first of and caught and bit me on the neck. 1 called for help and uncle came and all my harvests. I didn't know much about myself found me on the floor and put me back those days except the fact that my in bed again. For a long time I thought that the name was Bart Baynes and, further, man punished a boy was by that I was an orphan who owned a way watermelon and a little spotted hen thumping his bed. I knew that women and lived on Kattleroad In a neighbor- had a different and less satisfactory hood called Llckitysplit I lived with method, for I remembered that my iny Aunt Deel and my Uncle Peabody mother had spanked me and Aunt, Deel ,Bnynos on a farm. TLey were brother had a way of giving my hands and and head.n kind of watermelon thump with and sisterhe about thirty-eigh- t she a little beyond the goal the middle fingr of her right hand and of forty. with a curious look In her eyes. Uncle My father and mother died la a Peabody used to call it a "snaptious scourge of diphtheria thai swept the look." Almost alwaxs he whacked the neighborhood when I was a boy of bed with Ids slipper; There were exlive, ceptions, ; however, and, by and by, 1 A few days after I arrived in the came to know in each case the destihome of my aunt and uncle I slyly en-- i nation of the slipper, for if I had done tered the parlor and climbed the what- anything which really afflicted my connot to examine some white flowers on science that strip of leather, seemed to its top shelf and tipped the whole know the truth, and found Its way to thing over, scattering Its burden of my person. Aunt Deel toiled Incessantly. albums, wax flowers and seasheils She on the floor. My aunt eame running washed and scrubbed and polished and on her tiptoes and exclaimed : "Mercy t dusted and sewed and knit from mornCome right out o here this minute ing until night She lived In mortal fear that company would tame and you pest J" I took morae rather long steps going find her unprepared Alma Jones or out, which were due to the .'act that Jabez Lincoln and his wife, or Ben and Ann Deel had hold of my hand. While Mary Humphries, or "Mr. and Mrs. I fcat weeping she went back, Into the Horace Dunkelberg." These were the people of whom she talked when the parlor and began to pick up things. "My wreath! my wreath!" I heard neighbors came In and when she was not talking of the Bayneses. I observed lier moaning. Ilnw well I remember that little ay that she always said "Mr. and Mrs. four-corners- !" , long-legge- far-dista- Lin-coln- s, Canton village. I know, now, how dearly Aunt Deel loved her brother and me. I must have been a great 'trial to that woman of forty unused to the pranks of children and the tender offices of a mother. Naturally I turned from her tc my Uncle Peabody as a refuge and a help in time of trouble, with increasing fondness. He had no knitting or sewing to do and wheTi Uncle Peabody nat in the house he gave all bis time to me and we weathered many a storm together as we sat silently in his favorite corner, of an evening, when I always went to sleep in his arms. I was seven years old When Uncle Peabody gave me the watermelon seeds. I put one of them In my mouth and bit it "It appears to me there's an awful draft blowln' down your throat," said Uncle Peabody. "You ain't no business eatin' a melon seed." "Why?" was my query. " 'Cause It was made to put In the ground. Didn't you know It was alive?" "Alive!" I exclaimed. "Alive," said he. "I'll show ye." He put a number of the .seeds In the ground and covered them, and said that part of the garden should be mine. I watched it every day and by and by two' vines ceme up. One slekened and died.in dry weather. Uncle Peabody said that I must water the other every day. I did it faithfully and the vine throve. It was hard work, I' thought, to go down into the garden, night and mortf-ing- , with my little pall full of water, out uncle said that I 6hould get my pay when the melon was ripe. I had full and jilso to keep the wood-bofeed the chickens. They were odious tasks. When I asked Aunt Deel what I should get for doing them she an" swered quickly: "Nospanks and bread and butter ayes !" When I asked what were "nospanks" she told me that they were part of the wages of , a good child, I was better paid for my care of the watermelon vine, for its growth was measured with a string every day and kept me interested. One morning I found five blossoms on it I picked one and carried it to Aunt Deel. Another I destroyed in the tragedy of catching a bumblebee which had crawled Into its cup. la due time three small melons appeared. When they were as big as a baseball I picked, two of them. One I tasted and threw away as I ran to the pump for relief. The other I hurled at a dog on my way to school. So that last melon on the vine had ray undivided affection. "It grew In size and reputation, and soon I learned thata reputation is about the worst thing than a watermelon can acquir while It Is on the vine. I invited everybody that came to the house to go and see my watermelon. They looked it over and said pleasant things about it When I was a boy people used to treat children and watermelons with a like solicitude. Both were a subject for jests and produced similar reactions in the burn inx countenance. At last Uncle Peabody agreed vith va t that it was about time to pici the rmlon. I decided to pick It Immediately after meeting on Sunday, so that I could give It to my aunt and uncle at dinner-timWhen we got home I ran for the garden. My feet and those of our friends and neighbors had literally worn a path to the melon. In eager haste I got .my little wheelbarrow and ran with it to the end of that path. There . I found nothhig but broken vines ! The tu Ion I ran back to the had vanished. house almost overcome by a feeling of alarm, for I had thought long of that hour of pride when I should bring the melon and present It to jny aunt and uncle,. "Uncle Peabody," I- - shouteX "my melon is gone." "Well, I van !" said he, "somebody must 'a stole It" "But it was my melon," I said with a trembling voice. "Yes, and I vum It's too bad ! But Bart, you ain't learned ylt that there are wicked people in the world who come and take what don't belong to 'em." x . ... e. K faN r,.,Z . IfcrOi PARK MAKERS OF JEWELRY main - Horace Dunkelberg." They were the conversational ornaments of our home. "As Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg says," or, "as I said to Mr. Horace Dunkelberg," were phrases calculated to establish our social standing. I supposed that the world was peopled by Joneses, Humphries and Dunkelbergs, but mostly by Dunkelbergs. These latter were very rich people who lived in All and of finest quality. mm in . ' cnD 5 Show sign, of your pros We can uit you Wel, body, perhap, better. TALE of the NORTH COUNTRY in the TIME of SILAS WRIGHT By IRVING BACHELLER I 4L There were tears In my eyes when t I asked : won't they?" "They'll bring it back, "Never!" said Uncle Peabody, Tm airaia tney ve ei it up. He had no sooner said It than a cry broke from my lips, and I sank down upon the grass moaning and sobbing. I lay amidst the ruins of the simple faith of childhood. It was as if the world and all its Joys had come to an end. Aunt Deel spoke In a low, kindly tone and came and lifted me to iny feet very tenderly. "Come. Bart, don't feel so about that old melon," eaid she, "It ain't worth It Come with me. I'm going to give you a present ayes I be !" I was still crying when she took me to her trunk, and offered the erateful assuagement .of candy and a belt, all embroidered with blue and white beads. "Now you see, Bart." how low and mean anybody is that takes what don't belong to 'em ayes! They're snakes! Everybody nates 'em an' stamps on 'em when they come In sight ayes!" The abomination of the Lord was How It In her look and manner. shook my soul! He who had taken the watermelon had also taken from me something I was never to have again, and a very wonderful thing It was faith in the goodness of men. My eyes had seen evil. The world had committed Its first offense against me and my spirit was no longer the white and beautiful thing It had been. Still, therein Is the beginning of wisdom and, looking down the long vista of the years, I thank God for the great harvest of the lost watermelon. Better things had come In Its and what more, often I have vainly tried to estimate For one thing that sudden revelation of the heart of childhood had lifted my aunt's out of the cold storage of a puritanic spirit and warmed It Into new life and opened Its door for me. In the afternoon she sent me over to Wills' to borrow a little tea. J stopped for a few minutes to play with Henry Wills a boy not quite a year older than L While playing there I discovered a piece of the rind of my melon In the dooryard. On that piece of rind I saw the cross which I had made one day with my thumb-naiIt was Intended to in- icm " BARGAINS IN mlniii S I nnnlnt USED mc4 coodliioa-eM- "ul pmn. iw.a Dmj r. CARS 1 . j 0tomi),,u. T w rue ri . J Wlmt tt nt OeuiM Ha uu -- nding place-understa- 1 l. dicate that the melon was solely and wholly mine. I felt a flush, of anger. ' "I hate you," I said as I approached him. V"I hate you," he answered. ""You're a snake said .We now stood, face , to face and breast to breast like a pair of young roosters. He gave me a shove and told me to go home. I gave him a shove and told him I wouldn't 1 pushed up close, to him again and we glared Into each other's eyes. Suddenly he spat in my face. I gave him a scratch on the forehead with my finger-nailThen we' fell upon each other and rolled on the ground and hit and scratched with feline ferocity. Mrs. Wills ran out of the house and parted us. Our blood was hot, and leaking through the skin of our faces a little. , "He pitched "on me," Henry explained, I couldn't speak. "Go right home this minute you brat !" said Mrs. Willis in anger. "Here's your tea. Don't you ever come here again." I took the tea and started down the road weeping. What a bitter day that was for me! I dreaded to face nsy aunt and uncle. Coming through the grove down by our gate I met Uncle Peabody. With the keen Insight of the father of the prodigal son he had seen me coming "a long way PI 1 '. off and shouted: "Well, here ye be I was kind o' worried. Bub." w Then his eye caught the look of dejection In my gait and figure. He hurried toward me. He stopped as I came sobbing to his feet "Why, what's the matter?" he asked gently, as he took the tea cup from my hand, and sat down upon his heels. meets the " famous Dunkelbergs, little Including golden-haire- d Sally, whose pretty face and fine clothe fascinate the boy, whose few years have been spent in quite another world. The . next Installment tells of some other Interesting persons with whom ?arton becomes acquainted. Barton (TO COMXJLNUJiD.) f 1 EXPERT KODAK forw Finish i'-il- E rs. Tmouth, 01 Films t Cameras BEIP. WAITED SLsSff j towns need bsrhem; good opportunity i lor men over draft sge. Barters in ,m, frood as officers commiworj. Get weeks. Call or write. Mol BL College, 43 8. West Temple St.. Salt Juinenwlio jd not ora U. f OR CONTROL Shaw p janesnd other suj is shed t remedy,! it Compom sjeefarega' lvdiaE.PW The i OF r Science Should Be Capable of Ren eoyng or preventing Oefectt, Either Physical or Mental. jerience is I Li' 3 ,'one but Why Is It that one member of i h i' hs lly Is ugly or imperfectly develops ffefl, I while all the others are practlal; Ising s perfect In form and features? Nearly every family has its I member. If the defects happen to k IPSE be will knon sufferer the physical as the runt of the family, or lfthefr DIA! fects are of the morals, as the w! JPE'S ' ' I 'SOURNEi sheep; There are good and sufficient caws I I for all physical and moral ugliness asit there Is no reason why these causa I tndigestec may not be discovered and controlled f icMng gas, Why should one member of t tw I r stomac fly be made sick by eating the sua! spt relle- ffood the others eat and that nt in often eaten before? j To say 'that it jJoesnt happen agree with him may be satisfactory tt f some, but to the Intelligent, Inqulrins t physician It Is not. There ta m thing wrong with the huoiM macniiw or It would produce proper resulti To the mechanical engineer Imprope results are suggestive either of let or of a perversion of energy. The gan or portion of machinery that to failed to do Its proper share of wort has not been supplied with Its proper share of nerve force. May we not apply the same rnl the building up of the body and of thi The do: Dii mind also? ' llo, dysp B0HEM1A LAND OF the Popular and Its People Has Been From the Truth. iPape's any dm Country Idea-Concer- When rises and PATRIOTS I quicker Far JThe rig Ip year wrote of "tt' he showed Shakespeare seacoast of Bohemia" cheerfuiler disregard of fact than most of us now do when we think ihnt inh1 cfnvlil onuntrv a9 S laDu Ton ea of gypsies forever bent upon gaj j k, ch M t "Bohemian" wlldsome adventure. k pri stood for many an age as an appe- j limey tion for carefree wanderers; yet j makesallw tod French f originally applied by the tack, il probably referred to the expatriate j sJi an martyr, Doan'i disciples of the Bohemian attack John Huss. Spiritual and patrlot!c sBright'a fervor rather than llghtheartednea j are the traditional marks of tw people, who after long geoeratloni j Clias. ore j subjection to Teuton Austria own. Into f their Ing t Bohemia was the home of "0 1 h trouble Ceechs for hundreds of years W0H Germanic Invaders broke in upon "otnplal indeed, Ki j happy freedom, as early, 1M , ho Klirrh ontnrv hpfor Christ an iy Ubertf 'olored, Czechs, love of country and of m la and their sense of Slavic kinship orpadfi i9 m their oppressed Slovak brethren couldn' dimm out he Ing near by never died or Mew Despite tyranny and persecution " curen have clung to pride in their past M" Gel they to. hope for. their future; cherished their language, their ture and customs, their common &" FOSTE and Ideals. Atlanta Journal. - -- 0i D( Canton a City of Canals. era China, the river is, In effect lzed, and the shipping Is can"J as far ships of 1,000 tons burden come w boats the city, but foreign n only as far as Wharapoa, nineare to the southeast where there tensive docks. Here the ladmt. unloading is done by native Vessels of deep draft He utsldeRL bar. Forty' miles below Is the and i Tigris (Mouth of the Tiger), water widens into a wide estuary. to ter divides the old frem the new and surrounds the Island end the live. orbs, where the Europeans that Canton has an abundance v turesque water life. Including useboat population. i I i Ho fat, Nfcj tawing i h ei)Wo( W.N. |