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A Tl th North
Country In the Time
Of Silas Wright
Author of "Kbn Holden " "D'ri sad
L" "Darrl of th Blessed Isl"
"Keeplna Up With LUsicV Bto, Bta.
(OopyTlght, 1817, inliig uacneiierj
The Thing and Other Things.
I returned to Mr. Hacket's house
late in the afternoon of New Year's
day. The schoolmaster was lying on a
big lounge in a corner of their front
room with the children about him. The
dusk was falling.
"Welcome, my laddie buck!" he ex
claimed as I entered. "We're telling
stories o' the old year an' you're just
In time for the last o' them. Sit down,
lad, and God give ye patience! It'll
soon be over."
After supper he got out his boxing
- gloves and gave me a lesson in the art
of self-defense, in which, I was soon
to learn, he was highly accomplished,
for we had a few rounds together
every day after that. He keenly en-
joyed this form of exercise and I soon
began to. My capacity for taking pun
ishment without flinching grew apace
and before long I got the knack of
countering and that pleased him more
een than my work in school, I have
"God bless ye, boyK' he exclaimed
one day after I had landed heavily on
his cheek, "ye've a nice way o' sneakin
in with yer right. I've a notion ye
may find it useful some day."
I wondered a little why he should
say that, and while I was wondering
he felled me with a stinging blow on
"Ah, my lad there's the best thing
I have seen ye do get up an' come
back with no mad in ye," he said as he
gave me his hand.
One day the schoolmaster called the
older boys to the front seats in bis
room and I among them.
"Now, boys, I'm going to ask ye
what ye want to do in the 'world," he
said. "Don't be afraid to tell me what
ye may never have told before and I'll
do what I can to help ye."
For some months I had been study
ing a book just published, entitled,
"Stenographic Sound-Hand," and had
learned its alphabet and practiced the
use of it. That evening I took down
the remarks of Mr. Hacket in sound
hand. . !&i&&E$$l39i.
The academy chapel was crowded
with the older boys and girls and the
tcwnfolk. The master never clipped
his words in school as he was wont to
do when talking familiarly with the
"Since the leaves fell our little vil
lage has occupied the center of the
stage before an audience of millions
In tlje? great theater of congress. Our
leading citizen the chief actor has
been crowned with immortal fame. We
4 who watched the play were thrilled by
the query: Will Uncle Sam yield to
temptation or cling to honor? He has
chosen the latter course and we may
still hear the applause in distant gal
leries beyond the sea. He has decided
- that the public revenues must be paid
In honest money.
"My friend and classmate, George
Bancroft, the historian, has written
this letter to me out of a full nesrts
"To or fellow townsman, Silas
Wright, is now the largest figure in
Washington. We were all worried by the
resolution of Henry Clay until it began
to crumble under the Irresistible attack
of Mr. Wright. On the 16th he sub
mitted a report upon It which for lucid
and accurate statements presented In
jhe most unpretending manner won
universal admiration and will be re
membered alike for its intrinsic excel
lence and for having achieved one of
the most memorable victories ever i
gained in the United States senate.
After a long debate Clay himself, corn
Belied by the irresistible force of argu
ment in the report of Mr. Wright, was
obliged to retire from his position, nis
tinvinor i-ofn rpieet&d by a I
t-rx MrTa nnr nniii from eucn other
oH rnnrt.hT. HOW ' OUlCKly
uncle turned away and walked toward
the sheds! He came rarely to the Til
lage of Canton after that.
May had returned a warm bright
May. I had entered my seventeenth
year and the work of the term was
Having nothing to do one afternoon,
I walked out on the road toward Og
densburg for a look at the woods and
fields. Soon I thought that I heard the
sound of galloping hoofs behind me.
I looked back and I saw Sajly round
ing the turn by the river and coming
toward me at full speed, the mane of
her pony flying back to her face. She
pulled up beside me just as I had
imagined she would do.
"Bart, I hate somebody terribly,'
"A man who is coming to our house
on the stage today. Granny Barnes Is
trying to get up a match between us.
Father says he is rich and hopes he
will want to marry me. I got mad
about it. He is four years older than
lam. Isn't that awful? I am going to
be just as mean and hateful to him as
"I guess they're only fooling yon, I
"No, they mean it. I have heard
them talking it over.
"He cannot marry you."
It seemed to me that the time had
come for me to speak out, and with
burning cheeks I said:
"Because I think that God has mar
ried you to me already. Do you re
member when we kissed each other
by the wheat field one day last sum
mer?" "Yes." N
We had faced about and were walk
ing back toward Canton, I close by the
"May I kiss yon again?"
She stopped the pony and leaned
toward me and our lips, met In a kiss
the thought of which makes me lay
down my pen and bow my head a mo
ment while I think with reverence of
that pure, sweet 'spring of memory in
whose waters I love to wash my
"I guess God has married ns again,"
"I knew that you were walking on
this road and I had to see you," eaid
she. "People have been saying such
'They say your uncle found th
pocketbook that was lost and kept the
money. They say he was the first man
that went up the road after It was
"It's a lie -my uncle never saw the
pocketbook. Some money was left to
him by .a relative in Vermont. That's
hew it happened that he bought a farm
instead of going to the poorhouse when
Grimshaw put the screws to him."
"I knew that your uncle didn't do
it," she went on. "Father and mother
couldn't tell you. So I had to."
'Wh couldn't your father and moth
er tell me?" 'mf ...
"They didn't dare. Mr. Grimshaw
made them promise that they would
not spak to you or to any of your
family. I heard them say that you and
vnnr uncle did rhzht. Father told
. "You look like Rodney Barnes," I
said with a laugh as I applied the clay
to her afflicted nose.
"And I feel like the old boy. I think
my nose is trying to jump off and run
Wa were nearing the village. She
wiped the mud from her prodigious
nose and I wet her handkerchief in a
pool of water and helped her to wash
it. Soon we saw two men approaching
us in the road. In a moment I ob
served that one was Mr. Horace Dun
kelberg; the other a stranger and a re
markably handsome young man he
was, about twenty-two years of age
and dressed in the height of fashion.
I remember so well his tall, athletic
figure, his gray eyes, his small dark
mustache and his admirable manners.
Both were appalled at the look of
"Why, girl, what has happened to
yon?" her father asked.
Then I saw what a playful soul was
Sally's. The girl was a born actress.
"Been riding in the country," said
she. "Is this Mr. Latonr?"
"This is Mr. Latour, Sally," said her
rriimr oTirtrtlr Tinnfls.
NT am o-iari tn see von" said the
M tlAAA t " v
"They say I am worth seeing," said
Sally. "This is my friend, Mr. Baynes.
When you are tired of seeing me, look
I shook the hand he offered me.
"Of course, we can't all be good
looking," Sally remarked with a sigh,
as if her misfortune were permanent.
Mr. Horace Dunkelberg and I
laughed heartily for I had told him in
a whisper what had happened to Sally
while Mr. Latour looked a little em
barrassed. "My face is not beautiful, but they
say that I have a good heart," Sally
assured the stranger.
They started on. I excused myself
and took a trail through the woods to
another road. Just there, with Sally
waving her hand to me as I stood for
a moment in the edge of the woods,
the curtain falls on this highly roman
tic period of my life.
Uncle Peabody came for me that eve
ning. It was about the middle of the
next week that I received this letter
"Dear Bart: Mr. Latour gave up
and drove to Potsdam in the evening.
Said he had to meet Mr. Parish. I
think that he had seen enough of me.
I began to hope he would stay he
was so good looking, but mother is
very glad that he went, and so am L
for our minister told us that he is one
of the wickedest young men in. the
state. Ho is very rich and very bad,
they stsf. I wonder If old Kate knew
about him. Her charm worked well
anyway didn't it? My nosr .. all
right In the morning. Sorry that I
can't meet you Saturday. Mother and
I are packing up to go" away for the
summer. Don't forget me. I shall be
thinking every day of those lovely
things you said to me. I don't know
what they will try to do with me, and
I don't care. I really think as yon do,
Bart, that God has married us to each
How often I read those words eo
like all the careless words of toe
mother that he never knew a man so
honest as your Uncle Peabody."
Just then we came upon the Silent
Worn a a sitting among the dandelions
vote qf 44 to 1.' "
W With what pride and joy I heard of
this great thing that my friend had ac
Going out with the crowd that eve
ning, I met Sally and Mr. and Mrs.
Dnnkelbere. The latter did not speak
n ma anrl H7?lfn T flskpd Sally If I
ccnld walk home with her she an
swered curtly, "No, thank you."
I have got a bit ahead of my history.
cr offer the nnenine of the new
vearten days or so later it may have
been I had begun to feel myself en-
comDassed by a new and subtle force
Tt was a thine as Intangible as heat
but as real as fire and more terrible, it
seemed to me. I felt it first in the at
titude of my play fellows: They de
nied me the confidence and intimacy
which I had enjoyed before. They
whispered together in my presence. In
all this I had not failed to observe that
Henry Wills had taken a leading part.
The invisible, inaudible, mysterious
thine wroueht a great change in me. It
followed me through the day and lay
down with me at night. I wondered
what I had done. I carefully surveyed
my clothes. They looked all right to
me. Mv character was certainly no
worse than it had been. How it preyed
. upon my peace and rest and happiness
that mysterious hidden thing!
One day Uncle Peabody came down
tc see me and I walked through the
villaee with him. We met Mr. Dunkel
berg, who merely nodded and hurried
along. Mr. Bridges, the merchant, did
not greet him warmly and chat with
him as he had been wont to do. I saw
that The Thing as I had come to
think of it was following him also.
How It darkened his face ! Even now
I can feel the aching of the deep,
bloodless wounds of that day. I could
bear It better aline. We were trvimr
We Came Upon the Silent Woman Sit
ting Among the Dandelions by the
by the roadside. She held a cup in
her hand with some honey on its bot
tom and covered with a piece of glass.
She is hunting bees," I said as we
stopped beside her.
She rose and Datted my shoulfler
with a smile and threw a kiss to Sally.
Suddenly her face grew stern. She
pointed toward the village and then at
"She means that there is some dan
ger ahead of you," I said.
The Silent Woman picked a long
blade of grass and tipped its end in
the honey at the bottom of the cup.
She came close to Sally with the blade
of grass between her thumb and finger.
"She is fixing a charm," I said.
She smiled and nodded as she put a
drop of honey on Sally's upper lip.
She held up her hands while her lips
moved as if she were blessing us.
"I suppose it will not save me If I
brush it off." said Sally. '
We went on and in a moment a be
lighted on the honey. Nervously she
struck at It and then cried out with
"The bee has stung you," I said.
She covered her face with her hand
kerchief and made no answer.
"Walt a minute Til get some clay,'
I said as I ran to the river bank.
I found some clay and moistened it
with the water and returned.
"There, look at me!" she groaned.
"The bee hit my nose."
She uncovered her face, now de
formed almost beyond recognition, her
nose having swollen to one of great
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CHAPTER XI M.
The Bolt Falls.
Three times that winter I had seen
Benjamin Grimshaw followed by the
Silent Woman clothed In rags ana
pointing with her finger.
The trial of Amos came on. He had
had "blood on his feet," as they used
to say, all the way from Lickityspllt
to Lewis county in his flight, having
attacked and slightly wounded two
men with a bowie knife who had tried
to detain him at Rainy Lake. He had
also shot at an officer In the ticinity
of Lowvllle, where his arrest was ef
fected. He had been Identified by all
these men, and so his character as a
desperate man had been established.
This in connection with the scar on his
face and the tracks, which the boots
of Amos fitted, and the broken gun
stock, convinced the jury of his guilt.
I remember well the look of the
venerable Judge Cady as he pro
nounced the sentence of death upon
Amos Grimshaw, A ray of sunlight
slanting through a window in the late
afternoon fell upon his gracious coun
tenance, shining also, with the softer
light of his spirit. Slowly, solemnly,
kindly, h spoke the words of doom.
It was his way of saying them that
first made me feel the dignity ana
majesty of the law. The kind; and la-
thprlv tone of his voice nt me in
mind of that supremest court which
is above all question and which was
swiftly to enter judgment in this mat
ter and in others related to It.
Slowly the crowd moved out of the
courtroom. Benjamin Grimshaw rose
and calmly whispered to his lawyer.
He had not spoken to his son or
seemed to notice him since, the " trial
had begun, nor did he now. Many had
shed tears that day, but not he. Mr.
Grimshaw never showed but one emo
tion that of anger. He was angry
now. His face was hard and stern. He
muttered as he walked out of the
courtroom, his cane briskly beating the
The Silent Woman as ragged as
ever1 was waiting on the steps. Out
went her bony finger as he came down.
He turned and struck at her with his
cane and shouted in a shrill voice that
rang out like a trumpet in his frenzy :
"Go 'way from me. Take her away,
somebody. I can't stan it. She's killln
me. Take her away. Take her away.
Take her away."
- His face turned purple and then
white. He reeled and fell headlong,
like a tree severed from its roots, and
lay still on the hard, stone pavement.
It seemed as if snow were falling on
his face it grew so white. The Silent
"Woman stood as still as he, pointing
at him with her finger, her look un
changed. People came running toward
us. I lifted the head of Mr. Grimshaw
and laid it on my knee. It felt like the
head of the stranger in Rattleroad.
Old Kate bent over and looked at the
eyelids of the man which fluttered
faintly and were still.
"Dead!" she muttered.
Then, as if her work were finished,
i.WrVil and made her wav tbroh
Elizabeth City, N. C. k
'xnree aays later x sawTUS body low
ered into its grave. The little, broken
spirlted wife stood there with the
same sad smile on her face that I had
noted when I first saw her in the hills.
Rovin' Kate was there In the clothes
she had worn Christmas day. She was
greatly changed. Her hair was neatly
combed. The wild look had left her
eyes. She was like one whose back Is
relieved of a heavy burden. Her lips
moved as she scattered little red
squares of paper Into the grave. I sup
pose they thought it a crazy whim of
hers they who saw her do it. I
thought that I understood the curious
bit of syjnbolism and so did the school
master, who stood beside me. Doubt
less the pieces of paper numbered her
"The scarlet sins of his youth are
lying down with him in the dust,"
Hacket whispered as we walked away
(END OF BOOK TWO.)
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
"Go 'Way From Me. Take Her Away."
tne crowa ana walked slowly down
the street. Men stood aside to let her
pass, as if they felt the power of her
spirit and feared the touch of her gar
ments. Two or three men had run to the
bowse of the nearest doctor. The crowd
thickened. As I sat looking down at(
thfr dead face In my lap, a lawyer who
had come out of the courtroom pressed
near me and bent over and looked at
the set eyes of Benjamin Grimshaw
and said :
"She floored him at last. I knew she
would. He tried not to seeher, but I
tell ye that bony old finger of hers
burnt a hole in him. He couldn't stand
it. I knew he'd blow up some day un
der the strain. She got him at last."
"Who got him?" another asked,
Rovin' Kate. She killed him point
ing her finger at him so."
"She's got an evil eye. Everybody's
afraid o' the crazy ol' trollope."
"Nonsense! She Isn't half as crazy
as the most of us," said the lawyer.
"In my opinion she had a good reason
for pointing her finger at that man.
She came from the same town he did
over In Vermont. Ye don't know what
happened there." . ,
The doctor arrived. The crowd
made way for hfm. He knelt beside
the still figure and made the tests. He
rose and shook his head, saying :
"It's all over. Let one o' these boys
go down and bring the undertaker."
Benjamin Grimshaw, the richest man
In the township, was dead, and I have
yet to hear of any mourners.
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