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POLK COUITTY NEWS, TRYON, N. C.
A TALE of the NO&TH COUNTRY in thV TIME
BARTON MAKES HIS FIRST FORAY INTO THE WORLD AS
. ! " A STUDENT IN MICHAEL HACKET'S ACADEMY
Synopsis. Barton Baynes, an orphan, goes to live with his uncle,
Feobody Baynes, and his Aunt Deel on' a farm on Rattleroad, In a
neighborhood called LIckltysplit, about the year 1826. He meets Sally
Dunielberg, about his own age, but socially of a class above the
Sayneses, and Is fascinated, by her pretty face and fine clothes. Barton
too meets Roving Kate, known in the neighborhood as the "Silent
7 Woman."' Amos "Grlmshaw, ayoung son of the richest man In the town
jship. 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 learns 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, Bar
' ton. on his way to the post office at Canton, meets a stranger and they
. ride together. -They encounter a highwayman, who shoots and'kiUs the
' stranger. Barton's horse throws him and runs away. As the murderer
; bends over the stranger Barton throws ' a stone, which he observes
. weonds the thief, who makes on, at once.
CHAPTER VII Continued.
The beauty of that perfect day was
fepoa her. I remember that her dress
was like tbe color of its fireweed blos
aomr and that the blue of Its sky was
fa fear eyes and .the yellow of the sun
Bglat in her hair and. tbe red of its
forar in her cheeks. I remember how
Tfee August breezes played with her
SuOrr liinging its golden curving strands,
abast her neck and shoulders so that
ft touched my face, now and then, as
nm walked I Somehow the rustle of
iter dress started a strange vibration
a lay spirit I put my arm around her
iraist and she put her arm around
tafcae as we ran along. A curious feel
ing came over me. . I stopped and
leased my arm. ; V
Yerywarm! I said as I picked
stalk of fireweed. p ' .
iTCfcat was there about the girl which
s thrilled me with happiness?
:CS turned away and felt the, rlb
ksi by which her hair was gathered
X the back of her head.
yMter a , moment of silence I ven-
?X gaess you've never fallen in love.
"Tes. Ihave." Pp: y. '
' Who with?" '., -jTr , ' ,v:
fL jfian think J : dare tell you? she
siswered, slowly, looking down as, she
walked. . V' VV 'fS '-i'p-l ppp'PP,
mi ten you who I love If you wish.'
teih6rPPu ; . :p'. -.
was afraid she would laugh at me, but
Wdidnt --.. . '. v - -
Bfe stopped and listened to the song
a blruV-I . do not remember what
Krd It was and then she whispered :
""Will you love me always and for
ererT ' '
.; tesV, I answered in the careless
way of youth.
STse stopped and looked Into my eyes
surd I looked into hers.
May I kiss you?" I asked, and
afraid, with cheeks burning.
EJje turned away and answered: I
caesa you can if you want to."
Sow I seem to be In Aladdin's tower
smdie see' her standing so red and
ffsatviul and Innocent in the sunlight,
sad that strange fire kindled by our
Itissrs warms my " blood again.
That night I heard a whispered con
ference below after I had gone up
tftalra. 1 knew , that something was
cflvring: and wondered what It might
Wia You Love Me Always and For-"
!. Soon Uncle Peabody came up to
4inrllUle room looking highly serious.
1 sat, half undressed and rather fear
tfd. looking into his face. As' I think
f the 'immaculate soul of the boy, I
fseJ a touch of pathos: in that scene.
1 think that he felt it. for I remember
5iat his whisper trembled a little as he
Itegaa to tell me why men are strong
and women are beautiful and given in
, laarriage. ; - ':-i'-U:
; rrbullbe falling in love one o
tsiese he saii. it's natural yo
IS" if) fl
By IRVING BACHELLERL
Author Of EBEN HOLDEN. D'RI AND I, BARREL OP THB BLESSED,
; ISLES. KEEPING UP WITH LIZZIE. Etc Etc. ' "
Copyright by taring Bacheller
should. You remember Rovin' Kate?
he asked by and by. n
"Yes," I answered. " ,
"Some" day when youre a little older
I'll tell ye her story an you'll see
what happens when men an women
break the law o God. Here's Mr.
Wright's letter. Aunt Deel asked ma
to give it to you to keep. You're old
enough now an' you'll be goin away to
school before long., I guess. '
I took the letter and read again the
superscription on its envelope:
. "To Master Barton Baynes r
(To be opened when he leaves home
to go to school).'
I put it away in the pine box with
leather hinges on its cover which
Uncle Peabody had made for mn and
wondered again what it was all about,
and again that night" I broke camp
and moved further into the world over
the silent trails of knowledge.
Uncle Peabody went away for a few
days after the harvesting. He had
gone afoot, I knew not where. He
returned one afternoon In a buggy
with the great Michael Hacket ot the
Canton academy. Hacket was a big,
brawny, red-haired, kindly Irishman
with a merry heart and - tongue, the
latter having a touch of the brogue of
the green isle which he had never seen,
for he had been born in Massachusetts
and had got his education in Harvard.
He was then a man of forty.
"You're coming to me this fall, he
said as he put his hand on my arm and
gave me a little shake. "Lad ! you've
got a pair of. shoulders! Ye shall live
in my house an help with the chores
if ye wish to.''
"That'll be grand, said Uncle Pea
body, but, as to myself, just then, I
knew not what to think of it.
END OF BOOK ONE.
Which Is the Story of the Prin
In Which I Meet Other Great Men.
It was a sunny day late in Septem
ber on which Aunt Deel and Uncle Pea
body took me ant my little pine chest
with all my treasures In it to the vil-H
lage where I was to go to school and
live with the family of Mr. Michael
Hacket, the schoolmaster.
I remember the sad excitement of
that ride to the village and all the
words of advice and counsel v spoken
by my aunt. ; r-'.y
I remember looking in vain for Sally
as we passed the DunkelbergsV I re
member my growing loneliness as the
day wore on and how Aunt Deel stood
silently buttoning, my coat, with tears
rolling down her cheeks while I
leaned back upon the gate in front of
the Hacket bouse, on Asnery lane, try;
ing to act like a man' and rather
ashamed of my poor success. Undo
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 aff
he said : --' '.-"'.'.-.. . . . .;""'
"I dunno' but what It's gxin ': io
I watched them as they walked to
the tavern sheds, both looking down
at the ground and going rather un
steadily. 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 footr
steps are, somehow, a part of the pic
ture which has hung- all these years
In' my memory. .-- A" ;; f' "
Sally; Dunkelberg and her mother
came along" and said that they were
glad I had come to school.' '. I could
not talk to them,' and seeing my trouble
they went on; Sally waving her hand
to me an they turned the corner below.
I felt ashamed of myself. Suddenly I
heard the door open behind me and the
voice of Mr. Hacked .
VBart," he callea. "I've ' a friend
here who has something to say to you;
Come In." - 1 - . , ..
, I turned and went into the house.
"Away with sadness laddie buck I
he exclaimed as he took bis violin from
its case while I sat wiping my eyes.
Away with sadness ! ' She of ten raps
at my door, and while X try not ta be
of SILAS WRIGHT
rude, I always .pretend to, be very
busy. Jusa; llglt word p recognition
by way o common politeness I Then
laugh,:tf ye can an do it quickly, lad,
an' she will pass '. onW K nA
The last words ; were spoken in - a
whisper, with one: hand on my breast
lie turned .the strings and 4 playe'd
the'Fisher'sprnpIpe Wliat u .romp;
of merry music filled the. hou'e ! . I
had ne'yer heard the like and was soon
smiling at him as he played.- Hial bow
and 'fingers flew in the wild frolic ; of
the DevIl's Dream."' It 'led me out
of toy sadnesslnto a world all new to
me, ir-'' .i- T.,; vy- -Now;
God bless your soul, boy!' he
exclaimed, by and by,: as lie put down
his instrument "We shall have a good
time togetherthat wejwlll.it Not a
stroke o work this day! Come, I have
a guide here '.that will take us down
to.the Jand o the fairies?
Theii with his: microscope he showed
me inta. the , wonder worjd of littleness
of which I had" no knowledge. "
"The microscope is1 like the art o the
teacher," he said. Tve known a good
teacher to take a brain no bigger than
a fly's foot an make It visible to . the
naked eye. -
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 facei sat
at one end of the table, and between
them were the children Mary, a pret
ty, daughter of aeventeen years; , Mag
gie a six-year-old; Ruth, a delicate
girl of seven, a&d John, a noisy, red
faced boy of five. The chairs were of
plain wood like the kitchen chairs of
today. In the middle of the table was
an empty one-painted green. - Before
he sat down Mr. Hacket put his hand
on the back of this chair and said:
"A merry heart to you, Michael
Henry.' ' ''.''V'''
I wondered at the meaning of this,
but dared not to ask. The oldest
daughter acted as a kind of moderator
with the others. V
"Mary is the 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 is
your friend," he said to me presently.
"Yes. slrr I answered.
,A fine slip of a girl that and-a born
scholar. I saw you look at her as
the Persian looks at the rising sun."
I blushed and Mary and her mother
and the boy John looked at me and
"Puer. pulcherrime !" Mr. Hacket
exclaimed with a kindly smile.
Uncle Peabody would have called it
a "stout snag." Tb schoolmaster had
hauled it out of his brain very deftly
and chucked it down before me in a
kind of challenge.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
- You shall know in a week, my son,
he answered. "I shall put you Into
the Latin class Wednesday : morning,
and God help you to like It as well as
you like Sally.
Again they h laughed and j again I
blushed. ; . .
"Hold up yer head, my brave lad,
he went on. "Yeve a perfect right to
like Sally if ye've a heart to. ,
"A lad in his 'teens : - '
Will never know beans
If ha hasn't an eye for the girls."
It was a merry supper, and when it
ended Mr Hacket rose and took the
green chair f com the table, exclaim
ing:. ;: . ; ''Cta.,;; .
"Michael Henry, God bless youl
' Then he kissed his wife and said:
fr Maggle, you wild rose of Erin 1 Tve
been all day In the study. I must take
a walk or I shall get an exalted abdo
men.' One Il badly beaten in the. race
o life when his abdomen gets ahead
of his toes. ; Children, keep our young
friend happy here until I come back,
and mind you, don't forget the good
fellow in the green chair."
p Mary helped her mother, with the
I fireside. Soon Mrs. Hacket and the
cnuaren came and sat down with me.
"Let's play backgammon," Mary pro
posed. ' y :: ':.P: - ; . .: "..
"I don't want to," said John.
"Don't forget Michael Henry," she
reminded. A --:--v,-w.; .';;-?r-;
s "Who is Michael Henry ?" J asked. '
"Sure, he's the boy that has never
been born," said Mrs. -Hacket ' He
was to be the biggest and ' noblest of
them kind an' helpfuP an cheery
hearted an beloved o God above all
the others. We try to live up to him."
.He seemed to me a very strange and
wonderful creature this invisible oc
cupant of the green chair. .
i I know now .What I. knew not then
that Michael Henry was the spirit of
their' home an, ideal i of which the
empty green chair was a constant re
mlnder. rU-Pc-- ' :. f Jv'r ;;: t?:'s'',
We- played backgammon .and "old
maid"v and "everlasUng untir Mr.
Hacket returned. ,h :; ii-i 1 l:td'Cu
The . sealed envelope whicbi Mr.
Wright, had left, at our homer a long
time before that day. was in my pocket.
At-last the : hour had; come when I
could open, ft .and read the message
of. which I had, thought much and.
with a growing interest PP ,,n
' I se and said that I should like to
JSO to my ' room. , Mr. Hacket i lighted
a candle and . took me z upstairs to a
Uttle zoom where my' cfaest had been
deposited. : rhere werfr In tbe room a
bed, a -chair, a portrait of Napoleon
Bonaparte and a small table on which
were a dictionary, a Bible and a num
ber of schoolbooksV
. 'These were Mary's books," said Mr.
Hacket "I tbld your uncle that t. ye
could use them an welcome.", - "
I sat down" and" opened the , sealed
envelope wlth'! trembling hands' and
found in It this brief note : ,
"Dear Partner : I want you to ask;
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...' They are from
Job: . '
:.. TTis hones are full of the sins of
bis 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. ? -;pjijfp' : : :'
".- Til vYours truly, .
. r ; "Sn.AS WRIGHT, JR. ,
I. read the words :..ot;r and over
kgain, ; fcat .Jruew f not thvlr- meaning.
Sadly aifd slowly Ir got ready for bed.
The noises of ; the village challenged
my! ear af ter I hda 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. 1 rose ar.d looked out of the
open window. Men j were hurrying
down the street with lanterns. .
"He's' the ; sjn o. Ben Gr&shaw,,V I
heard one of them " saying. '; "They
caught him back in the south; wood
I Went With Him While He ied Hia
Chickens and Two Small " Shotes.
yesterday. The , sheriff said that he
tried to run away when he saw 'em
coming." . ;? ,
' What was -the meaning of this?
What had Amos Grlmshaw been do
ing? I trembled as I got back into
bed I cannot even now explain why,
but long ago I . gave up trying to
fathom the depths of the human
spirit with an infinite sea beneath it
crossed by subtle tides and currents.
We see only the straws on the surface.
I was up at daylight and Mr. Hacket
came to my door while I was dressing,
; "A merry day to you I" he exclaimed.
Til 'await, you below and , introduce
you to the humble herds and flocks of
a schoolmaster." , ,-' :. '':V:'-
I. went with him while he fed his
chickens . and twr small shotes. 1
milked the cow. for him, and together
we drove vher back v to the pasture.
Then we split some wood and filled the
boxes by the fireplace and the kitchen
stove and raked up the leaves in the
dooryard and wheeled them away.
; "Now you know the duties o your
office," said : the schoolmaster as we
went in to breakfast P:p':l'?.' ' .
We sat down at the table with the
family and I drew out my letter, from
the senator, and ffJve it to Mr. Hacket
to read. . ,
"The senator! God prosper him! I
heard that, he came on the Plattsburg
stage iast night" he said as he began
the readtng--an , announcement which
caused me and the children to clap
our hands with Joy. 4 -
Mr. v Hacket thoughtfully repeated
the words from Job with a most im
He passed" the letter back to me and
said: p:-::::-:; p: ;t-v:'':'p
"AXl true! -I ha ie seen It sinking
into the bones o tho young and I have
seen It lying down with the aged In
the dust o their graves.' It is a, big
book the one we are now opening.
God help us ! It has more pages than
all the days o yonr life. O Just think
6 your body. A brave . and tender
youth ! It is like a sponge. . How it
takes things in an holds 'em an feeds
upon.'em ! : A part ,o every apple ye
eat sinks . down into yer blood an
bones. Ye can't get it out. It's the
same way with1 the books ye Tead' an
the thoughts ye enjoy. They go down
Into yer bones an ye can't get 'era but"
That's why I like to think o Michael
Henry. His food is good thoughts and
his wine is laughter I had a long
Visit with M. . BL; last nlght when. ye.
were all in bed. His face was a chunk,
o laughter Oh, , what, a limb he r 1st .
I i wish could teTi ye all" the good
things he saidf s; (
Barton1 and the Hackets hear
some news that atartfea them
and seta DartAn to' worrying
' about secret that he shares'
with, no one V ' Do'nt tnlss the
iext ' Installment. ' ;
exo ccccirrxNUED.) ...
To wash nil wool flannels, sweaters
and . blankets, jby a method that will
prevent them from shrinking. Is the
ambition of every careful - housewife.
It Is said that this may be accomplish
ed by - washing them in cold water in.
which, borax, and '.white, soap have been
dissolved. The proportion seems to
be about a level tablespoonful of borax
and one-fourth; of a cake of soap to
two or three gallons of water, depend
ing upon : the degree of hardness of
the water. To wash a sweater, use
enough water to cover it generouslv.
Let the sweater soak an hour, then
squeeze l.t out," but do not. wring it
If necessary put through a second wa-,
ter which has been softened with borax,
and white soap. 'Afterward rinse very
'thoroughly in several cold .waters and
put through a wringer. Then pull it
Into shape and dry it. Blankets and
flannels may be successfully, washed
In this way. '." , -.; ". : :'
It is said fluffy, knitted garments cf
wool should not be hung up to dry.
Tbis process for washing them und
then drying them so that Jthey will
look like new, - Is given by some au
thorlties. Make a warm suds of wa
ter and white soap; wash the garment
and rinse thoroughly; Run through a
wringer and place In a pan in , which
a towel bas. been laid. Take the gar
ment out occasionally and shake': it
thus-allowing 'it to dry gradually : and
with many shakings. :
To Wash White China Silk.
White china ; silk, so much used for
waists" and underclothing, is apt to
turn yellow in the wash. To prevent
tills, one must take' precautions. Soap
must not be rubbed on. china silk gar
ments nor ammonia used ,to soften the
water in which they are washed. Cut
up any white soap and mix it with
hot water until a jelly is 'formed.
Spring suits make their appeal to us
from new angles this season, for there
are almost none among them that so
much as suggest severity of line or
finish. They are easy and graceful and
decidedly chic. They - look thoroughly
comfortable for summer time, and rely
upon the vestee to provide warmth for
crisp spring days, T They are more or
less ornamented with narrow, flat or
soutache braid, or with long and short
stitch embroidery or couching. Aniong
decorations, embroidered band effects
are in great -demand. .Crisscross tucks
orV narrow silk - braid,-faultlessly
stitched on; in a' crisscross band pat
tern,' are among the details that ' have
captivated the devotees of tailored
clothes everywhere. - v ' ( 5
These decorations of embroidery,-pin
tucks ; and ; beautifully stitched braid
are among' the luxuries, for they add
as much Or . more to the cost of a" suit
as is asked for the goods it is made of.
Some - women who are clever with the
needle buy a plain.: well-made suit and
embroider or braid it to suit them
selves. Tlila lifts It out of the ordi
nary Immediately and places ' it t on -a
new -plans among - those; aristocrats? in
street ) suits that' are priced at some
thing like n hundred dollars or more -
usually. nore-; 'These high prices "are
, . - v v...
.d vai.r.i m the price of labor. If thia
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w- fe'jiiiiiiiiiiii' j 1
v-yyy-yrjv iZZZi-'r'"'''i-' fffitti:Zwffiffi&fyto& m
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V 7 ' TViik I
fWith this mnk-A o
hot watpr. Vnt th ..u. JS
this- suds nil nl '.. .farnient
hands, lifting it un ami
"" "u" soueu spots win.
hands, but do not put soap 0 ' '
Rinse, when clean, in olo..,. i..,
wntPr And finally t ... , ,
ri v"." """"j "i uwiu water
in a lowei ana pat. to take
moistnrp nnil thon
- -vu.in a
.t i. 1 . 4 J!i - . "
m .towei. Aiier a short while sh
out the garment ami snreiwi
rack, in the house, until almost!
Finally press with a warm iron J
wrong side. , ii is said that a team
lasirinsing water, will give riJ
th silk, such as It has when ne?
Sounding the Quaint Note.
simpler summery rrocks this ye,,
chintzes in small patterned designs
developed in many allurinelv dpL,
styles, one with tiny bright red floJ
having a little white dotted
bibbed apron appllqued with red vt
embroidery. ' Hats are made of h
fric to match, and one model wifti
poke bonnet trend is equipped jj
long green earrings. Peasant fros
in natural or dark colored linens h
appliqiie: border , designs of two
crepes. Simple . morning frocks 5
- gingham are ruffled in white and ,
: broldered in wool, and chemise frod
of handkerchief linen also haveratw
elaborate embroideries in worsted.
j ? Now the Hemless Skirt
The fads and fancies of fashion ail
sponsors for the hernless skirt whi,
i auofara iu iiicreusiiig uuiiwrs as M
spring season advances. In the be
ning of the season the hemless &
was confined exclusively to sepan:
skirts made, in bordered fabrics.
Is1 the casf it is unmp ronsolation B
are being well paid for it.
The suit pictured is the most pop
In r nf now mntlola or.fl .l-s nf hci
ored tricot The skirt is without dec
turtle Ul oiu, BillVUCU Oil W" -
that .enriches , the coat ; It widens '
the center wher three smi 11 hone b11'
tons are set' In each "side of tlie eent
panel. The found collar and flmM
sleeves are embellished with a braid1
pattern. . .;!. . . .
Jet, Buckles, White Shoes.
White hlilrelHn ah nan
the r South show let buckles of
riou8 sorts .;Usually; they are vl
effective. wOne- method of mountinl
datlon composed 'V of closely plat
black ribbon, which extends just j
enough., to glye7.tlie buckle a Ht
backlng.Cf ' Sometimes too, white saPj
evening slipper- show Jet buckle
small jet buttons fastened
- niKr-u iue shim; -u it tuvuv
j the4 Instep.