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Nora. She's Mrs. Milton and lives
fifty miles from here. She invited me
to live with them, but I knew they
were too poor. Besides, Esther here
got lots of money from me when I
had it All I have now is a little mort
gage. When I collect the interest,
twenty dollars every six months, they
take most of it away from me. Fve
got a dollar of the last payment left
Say," exclaimed the speaker with
sudden animation, "I've thonght of
a great scheme."
"What is that, grandfather?" in
quired Ned, curiously.
"Well, up in the old attic it hacks
on the kitchen roof is my old gun
and knapsack. I asked them once
to let me have them, but they only
laughed at me and wouldn't even let
me go up to the attic to get them
myself Say, you could."
"Oh, I would not dare!" declared
"Why not? It isn't stealing. They
are mine. You can get up on the
kitchen roof when they aren't watch
ing. There's no sash to that attic
window. You can't miss the gun. and
knapsack. I'll give you the dollar
to do it"
It took some persuasion to Induce
Ned to follow out the suggestion of
the old man. The bright silver dol
lar was 'a powerful argument, how
ever. Two nights later Mr. Thwaite
had his coveted accoutrements and
Ned had- the dollar in his pocket
The old man spent one entire night
polishing up the rusted old musket
He begged powder and caps from a
neighbor. The old knapsack was
nearly falling to pieces. He tied it
"I'll fix that when I get to Nora's,"
he decided. "I'm going to stop there
to bid her good-by."
The following day he stole away
from tlie house and the village and
headed for the settlement where the
Miltons lived. It was a long, hard
tramp for the old man. Sturdily,
however, he pursued his way, the
knapsack strapped across his bent J
shoulder, the heavy musket carried,
proudly. He had no money, but
kind-hearted housewives gave him
what he wanted to eat Twice he
slept in a haystack. He was looked
upon with pity as a homeless wan
derer. He was pretty glad when one
morning from inquiries he found that
it was only three miles to the little
farm where the Miltons lived.
Half the distance accomplished, he
was so tired out that he climbed a
fence and lay down in a straw heap
to rest. He was soon asleep.
One hour later a young man driv
ing a horse attached to an old farm
wagon went slowly past the spot
Suddenly bang !
He had some difficulty in quieting
down the startled horse. Ihen he
looked toward the spot weher a puff
of smoke had shown. An old man
was picking himself up from the
ground. It was Mr. Thwaite. He
had gone to sleep. His dreams had
been full of war and warriors. Awak
ening confused, he had taken a
scarecrow near by for the enemy,"
had fired, the gun had kicked and
over he went.
It did not take Mr. Milton long to
discover the identity of the old man.
He welcomed him to their humble
home. Its comfort soon put all war
like ideas out of the head of the de
lighted old veteran.
Nora wrote to her sister about his
arrival. Esther wrote back: "Keep"
him and welcome good riddance to
The old army musket was placed
across the antlers of a deer In the
dining room. The old knapsack Mr.
Thwaite unpacked one day, prepara
tory to burning the rubbish.
Nora had not worried her grand
father by telling him of a mortgage
on the little home. She was thinking
of this sadly when the old man came
rushing excitedly into her presence.
"I've found them!" he shouted hi
lariously. "Found what?" inquired the star
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