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MAY 9, 1919.
THE INDEPENDENT; ELIZABETH CITY, N. C.
A Tl of th North
Country In the Time
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'"".vTiAt. 18W. Zrrlas Baohellar)
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0 ye oianT. iratner. ier too young
nhhe ye seen ber when she was old
broke down, but that wa'n't Kat
Sjo mre'n rm Bl11 Tweedy whlc& 1
t, Kate was as handsome as s
nlden robin. Hair yeller as his breasl
6 , feet as spry as his wings an' fi
lolce as sweet as his song, an' eyes ai
Lght as hls'n yis, sir ye couldn'l
w her fer looks- That was yeart
nd years ago. Her mother died when
i.te Was ten year old there's hei
sheet an the portry on It. That wai
nfort'nit an' no mistake. Course th
noire married ag'in but the new wlf
wa'n't no kind of a mother to the gtrL
an' you know, mister, there was e
young scoundrel here by the name
Grimshaw. His father was a rich mat
owned the cooper shop an' the saw
mill an' the tannery an a lot o cleared
land down in the valley. He kep' com
'nv with her fer two or three year.
Then all of a sudden folks began tc
talk the 'women In particlar. Y
taoW men invented heli an' womei
keep bp the fire. Kate didn't look right
to 'em Fust we knew, young Grim
Zw had dropped ber an' was keepin'
comp'ny with another gal yls. sir. n?
ye knoTT why?" ,
Before I could answer he went on r
No ye dont leastways I don'
Beve ye do. It was 'cause ber faihei
was richer'n the squire an' had prom
ised his gal ten thousan' dollars the
day she was married. All of a rod-
!den Kate disappeared. We didn't know
what had happened fer a long time. ";
"One day the ol' squire got me to dlfi
this grave an' put up the headstone an'
then he tol' me the story. : He turned
the poor gal out o doors. God f
Israel! It was in the night yls, sir
it was in the night that he sent bei
away. Goldarn him! He didn't bare
no more heart than a grasshopper no,
sir not a bit I could a' brained him
with my shovel, but I didn't. .
"I found out where the gal had gone
an' I follered her; yis I did found
her in the poorhouse way over on
Pussley Hill uh huh I She Jes' put
'her arms 'round my neck an' cried an'
cried. 1 guess 'twas 'cause I looked
kind o' friendly uh huh! I tol' hex
she should come right over to oui
house an' stay Jest as long as she
imted to as Boon as she got well
yis, sir, I did. $
"She was sick all summer long
Mni o' out o her head, ye know, an 1
used to go over hossback an' take
irtifncM -foi fim tn p t An' nnn nT
waen I was over there they was won-
derin' what they was goln' to do with
her little baby. I took it in my arms
In there with the sickle an' the
I Took It in My Arms.
an' ni be col dnmmed if it didn't erah
hold o' my nose an' hang on like a
Puppy to a root. When they tried to
take it away it grabbed Its fingers into
my whiskers an' hollered like a pan
ther yiS, Sir. Wal, ye know I jes'
fetched that little baby boy home In
my arms, ay uh ! My wife scolded me
lke Sam Hill yis, sir she had five
f her own. I tol' her C was goln' to
take it back in a day er two but after
it had been In the house three days y
couldn't 'a' pulled it away from her
twiin a windlass.
"We brought him ht an' he was al-
a ennrl hnr. Wa rolled him
EnochEnoch Rone did ye ever hear
"I didn't think 'twas likely but rm
"Early that fall Kate got better an'
teft the poorhouse afoot. Went awav
fiemewheres nobody knew where,
fcome said she,d crossed lake
gone away over Into York state, some
"aid she'd drowned herself. By'm by
e heard that she'd gone way over
to St Lawrence county where Silas
""gnt lives an' where young Grim-
Bnaw had settled down after he got
"Wal. hftiit fl -
it TVvd Us second wlf etheje, 'tis over
there back o Kate's with the little
speckled angel on it. Nobody had seen
e equlre outside o' his house for
years until the funeral he, was crip
wa so with rheumatiz. After" that he
rea an 'lone In the big house with ol
worked there for tout forty year, I
"WeX sir, fust we knew Kate -was
there Xx the house llvln' with her fa
ther. We wouldn't 'a' knowed it, then,
if It hadn't been that Tom LInney
come over one day an said he guessed
the oT squire wanted to see me no,
sir, we wouldn't fer the squire ain't
sociable an' the neighbors never dark
en his door. She must 'a come in the
night, Jest as she went nobody see
uer so an- nooody see her' come, an
that's a fact Wal, one day las fall
after the leaves was off an they could
see a corner o' my house through the
bushes, Tom was waTkln' the or mSi
'round the room. All to once he
stopped an' p'inted at mv hnns
through the winder an kep' p'Intin'.
Tom come over an' said he ca'llated
tne squire wanted to see me. So I
went there. Kate met me at the doom
Gosh ! How old' an kind o' broke down
she looked! But I knew her the min
ute I set my eyes on her--uh huh an'
she knew me yis, sir she smiled an
tears come to her eyes an' she patted
my hand like she wanted to tell me
tnat she hadn't forgot, but she never
said a word not a word. The ol
squire had the palsy, so 't be couldn't
use his hands an his throat was para
lyzed couldn't speak nor no thin'.
Where do ye suppose he was when I
"In bed?" I asked.
"No, sir no, siree! He was In hell
that's where he was reg'lar ol fash
ioned, down-east hell, burnin'-rlth fire
an' brlmstun, that he'd had the agency
for an' Lad recommended to every sin
ner in the neighborhood. He was set
tin' In his room. God o Isr'el ! You
rto 'a seen the motions he made with
his hands an the way he tried to
speak when I went In there, but all I
could hear was jest a long yell an' a
kind of a rattle In his throat. Heavens
an airth! how desperit he tried to
spit out the thing that was gnawin
his. vitals. Ag'in an ag'm he'd try to
tell me. Lord God ! how he did work !"
"All to once It come acrost me what
he wanted quick as ye could say scat.
He wanted to have Kate's headstun
took down an put away that's what
he wanted. The stun was kind o' lay
in on his stummick an' palnln' of him
day an' nleht He couldn't stan' it.
He knew that he was goln to d4e purty
soon an' that Kate would come here
an' see It an', that everybody would
see her standln' .here by her own grave,
an it worried him. It was kind o' like
a fire In his belly.
"I guess, too, he couldn't bear the
Idee of layin' down fer. his las' sleep
beside that hell hole he'd dug fer Kate
"Wal ye know, mister, I Jes' shook
my head an' never let on that I knew
what he meant an' let him wiggle an
twist like a worm on a hot griddle, an
beller like a cut bull 'til he fell back in
"Damn him! It don't give him no
rest. He tries to tell everybody he
sees that's what they say. He bel'
lers day an' night an If you go down
there hell beller to yon an' youll know
what it's about, but the others don't
You an' me are the only ones that
knows the secret I guess. Some day.
'fore he dies, I'm goln' to take up that
headstun an' hide it, but hell never
know it's done no, sir1 not 'til he
gits to the Judgment seat, anyway."
The old man rose and straightened
himself and blew out his breath and
brushed his hands upon his trousers
by way of stepping down into this
world again out of the close and dusty
loft of his memory. But I called him
"What has become of Enoch?" I
"Wal, sir, Enoch started off West
'bout three year ago an' we ain't heard
a word from him since that day nary
a word, mister. I suppose we will some
t'me. He grew into a good man, but
there was a kind of a queer streak In
the blood, as ye might say, on both
sides kind o We've wrote letters out
to Wisconsin, where he was p'intln
for, an' to places on the way, but we
can't git no news- bout htm. Mebbe
he was killed by the Injuns."
We walked out of the graveyard to
gether in silence.
I' could see a glimmer of a light In
the thicket of pines down the valley. I
unhitched and mounted my horse. .
"Take the first turn to the right"
said the old man as he picked up his
"I'm very much obliged to you," I
"No ye ain't, nuther," he answered.
"Leastways there ain't no reasowhy
ye should be.".
My horse, Impatient as ever to find
the end of the road, hurried me along
and in a moment or two we were down
under the pine grove that surrounded
the house of old Squire Fullerton a
big, stone house with a graveled road
around it. A great black dog came
barking and growlingat me from the
front porch. iTode around the house
and he followed. Beyond the windows
I could see the gleam of candlelight
and moving figures. A man came out
of the back door as I neared It
"Who's there?" he demanded.
"My name is Barton Baynes from
St. Lawrence county. Kate Fullerton
is my friend and I wish to see her."
"Come up to the steps, sor. Don't
git off yer horse 'til I've chained the
dog. Kate'll be out in a minute."
He chained the dog to the hitching
post and as he did so a loud, long,
walling cry broke the silence of the
house. It put me in mind of the com
plaint of the damned which I remem
bered hearing the minister describe
years before at the little schoolhouse
in Lickitysplit How it harrowed me I
The man went Into the house; "Soon
he came ou of the door witlx a lighted
candle In his hand, a woman following.
How vividly I remember the little mur
mur of delight that came from her Hps
when he held the candle so. that Its
light fell upon my. face I I jumped off
mv horse and ; gave the. reins to the
man and put my arms, around the poor
womad, whom I loved for her sorrows
and for. my debt to her, and rained
kisses uoon" her withered cheek, on
God! what a moment it was for both
i of us!
The way she held me to her breast
and catted my shoulder and said "my
boy !" In a low, faint treble voice so
like that of a chili! It Is one of the
best memories the I take with me into
tte . J., '.ire now so near, xrom'wnicn
there is no returning. I
She led me into the house. . She
looked very neat -nol In a black
gown over which was a spotless white-
apron and collar of lace and much
more slender than when I had seen
her last She took me into a large
room In the front of the house with a
carpet and furniture, handsome once
but now worn and decrepit Old, time
stained engravings of scenes from the
Bible, framed in wood, hung on the
I "told all that I had heard from
home and of my life in Cobleskill but
observed, presently, a faraway look In
her eyes and judged that she was not.
hearing me. She whispered:
u "She has been at school in Albany
for a year," I said. "She. is at home
now and I am going to see her."
"You love Sally?" she whispered.
"Better than I love my life."
Again ehe whispered : "Get mar
"We hope to In 1844. I have agreed
to meet her by the big pine tree on the
river bank at eleven o'clock the third
of June, 1844. We are looking for
ward to that day."
A talL slim woman entered the room
then and said that supper was ready.
Kate rose with a smile and I followed
her Into the dining room where two
tables were spread. One had certain
dishes on it and a white cover, frayed
and worn. She led me to the other
table which was neatly covered with
snowy linen. The tall woman served
a supper on deep blue china, cooked
as only they could cook In old New
England. Meanwhile I could bear the
voice of the aged squire a weird,
empty, inhuman voice It was, utterly
cut off from his intelligence. It came
out of the troubled depths of his
So that house the scene of . his
great sin which Would presently lie
down with him In the dust was flood
ed, a hundred times a day, by the un
happy spirit of Us master. . In the
dead of the night I heard its despair
echoing through the silent chambers.
Kate said little as wel ate, or as we
sat together In the shabby, great room
after supper, but she seemed to enjoy
my talk and I went into the details of
my personal history.
The look on her face, even while I
was speaking, indicated that her
thoughts wandered, restlessly, in the
gloomy desert of her past I thought
of that gay, birdlike youth of hers of
which the old. man with the scythe
had told me, and wondered. . As. I was
thinking of this there came a cry from
the aged squire so loud and doleful
that It startled me and I turned and
looked toward the open door.
Kate rose and came to my side and
leaned toward my ear whispering:
"It is my father. He is always think
ing of when I was a girl. He wants
She bade me good night and left
the room. Doubtless It was the out
raged, departed spirit of that golden
time which was haunting the old
squire. A Bible Jay on the table near
me and I sat reading it for an hour or
so. A tall clock in a corner solemnly
tolled the hour of nine. In came the
tall woman and asked me In thej
brogue of the Irish :
"Would you like to go to bed?"
"Yes, I am tired."
She took a candle and led me up a
broad oaken stairway and Into a room
She Took a Candle and Led Me Up
a Broad Oaken Stairway..
of the most generous proportions. A
big four-post bedstead, draped in
white, stood against a wall. The bed,
sheeted in old linen, had quilted cov
ers. The room was noticeably clean;
its furniture of old mahogany and its
carpet comparatively unworn.
When I undressed I dreaded to put
-out the candle. For the first time in
years I had a kind of child-fear of the
night. But I , went to bed at last and
slept rather fitfully, waking often when
the cries of the old squire came flood
ing through the walls. How I longed
for the light of the morning-L It came
at last, and I rose and dressed and
went out of doors.
Kate met' me at the door when I
went back into the house and kissed
my cheek and again I heard ' those
half-spoken words: "My boy." I ate
my breakfast with her and when I vrpa
about to get into my: saddle at the
door I gave her a hug and, as she
tenderly patted my cheek, a smile
lighted her countenance so that It
seemed to shine upon me. I have
never forgotten its serenity and sweet
ness. ' (Continued next week.)
Clean Teeth Firm Gums ""
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im infection. The mai JffifflETZj V
oorc of infection ylf' 1
ii the teeth. JfK Sit& Goat,
prerent in- -s wfi. nJrjr Eheuma
f ection kMLPdE tism. Heart
ttF&xSAiilr Trouble and
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yjy:'recaqaed by infection
I 'Sti- nd 0e. at year Drafgut
jTjr' nd Metrpo) itm 5 f 50c. tre
I Dont Gamble Your Crop Away j
It was never more important to local growers to connect up with
a good shipping agendy with old established connections
I have never tied to any one or two houses and the old true and
tried commission merchants with whom I have dealt for a num
ber of years are the best onlheir respective markets.
I have strong, steady and reliable outlets for everything you will
produce this year and believe it will be more than ever to your
advantage to get in touch with me early.
HERE ARE MY CONNECTIONS YOU CAN'T BETTER 'EM
SMITH & HOLDEN, 303 Washington St.
S. H. & E. H. FROST, 3 1 9 Washington St.
OLIVET BROS. Inc., 335 Washington St.
BERNARD ABEL CO., Inc.
Cor. Washington & Duane Sts.
f I.P.WILSON, 116 Dock St.
JAMES SAWDERS & CO., 222 Dock St.
J. L. CULVER 114 Dock Sb
LEVERAGE & BETHARD, 88 Commerce St.
General Forwarding Agent
-:- Elizabeth City, N. C f
Chas. R. Robertson
C. E. Stephenson
Chas. R. Robertson Co.
25 Roanoke Dock ' NORFOLK, VA.
All kinds of Stock. Alive and Dressed Poultry, Eggs,
Hides, Field Peas, Potatoes, Bacon or anything grown on
the farm. Car load lots a specialty.
SHEEP, CATTLE, HOGS, VEAL, CALVES, POULTRY, EGGS
AND COUNTRY BACON
HIGHEST MARKET PRICES QUICK RETURNS
ichardson & Berry
GENERAL COMMISSION MERCHANTS
319-321 MARKET ST., NORFOLK, VA.
Write Us For Tags or Stencils.
GET IN TOUCH WITH
FRUITS And PRODUCE
146 Dock St
REFERENCES Sixth National Bank, Philadelphia; Egg Harbor
Commercial Bank, N. J.; Dunn's and Bradstreet's Commercial.
Agencies; Corn Exchange Bank.
You will find it at Twiddy's. Twiddy sells
nothing but the best in groceries. His old and
successful business has been built upon that one
thing, plus courtesy and honesty.
G. W. TWIDDY
So. Poindexter Street
The Elizabeth City Buggy, Company
Manufacturer, of Buggies, & Dealers in American WireFence
We Sell For Cash or On Tijne -
Matthew Street Elizabeth City, N. C
66 YEARS OF SQUARE DEALING BACK OF OUR
APPEAL FOR YOUR BUSINESS
A. E. Meyefr &Co.
Commission Merchants '
134-136; PARK PLACE NEW YORK
Members Of The National League of Commission
Merchants of the United States
McKIMMEY BROS. & COMPANY
WHOLESALE COMMISSION MERCHANTS
Poultry, Eggs, and Other Country Produce
No. 33 Roanoke Ave. Norfolk. Va.
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