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V POLK COUITTY NEWS, TRYON, N. C. iViPPpP(:i''Ay.;--: rnmMMmiiii.:&m A TALE of the NO&TH COUNTRY in thV TIME ly 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'. -. ;rXfiyJwhlsredthe woroTand 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. BOOK TWO Which Is the Story of the Prin cipal Witness. CHAPTER VIII. 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 rain. v. 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 a I Clearing:; 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 laughed. "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 pressive, intonation. 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.) ... J5 9i maM 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 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 .' - - . - ----'.!. .r. - ... .jg. . ft fl t&'P'- 3 I lliilliisil i w- fe'jiiiiiiiiiiii' j 1 v-yyy-yrjv iZZZi-'r'"'''i-' fffitti:Zwffiffi&fyto& m . r -t - $$mm 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 So ed2 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 fouff 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. that Appeal! .y i f '