The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, January 4, 1906, Page 11

Jonas was cooking a bit of bacon on the little stove when the door open- ed and a rasping voice spoke famil- larly: “Goin’ to sell out, I see, Jonas, eh?” Jonas looked up in evident displeas- ure, He was a slender, old man—per- haps seventy years of age. His hair was thin and white, and his beard and moustache grew long and straggly, showing the pink skin beneath, for Jonas was in prime health as a result of his regular, active farm life. Now his cheeks were pinker with irritation, Squire Barlow was not a welcome vis- itor. Jonas’s glance encountered another old man—as advanced in years as himself, but not as well preserved. He was short and stout, with black, beady eyes set in a yellowish, leathery face, e looked the mean, hard-fisted man he was known to be; and as Jonas was not pleased with the interruption he turned again to the stove, giving curt assent to the Squire’s inquiry: “Ye see right, Guess ye know the meanin’ of red flags jes’ as well as I do, seein’ as how gen’raly ye happen to be ,‘roun’ where there's bargains. Will ye ‘shet th’ door, Squire? I ain't got no plans for heatin’ all out doors.” Jonas spoke ftmpatiently. Then, as the Squire closed the door with an whipped the groun’ from under my feet with ye’re consarned pretty man- ners an’ ye’re bank account, and took Ann Eliza out o’ my arms, an’ married her, damn ye. Mebbe ye don’t remem- ber that, ye—ye whelp, ye lyin,” dirty, low-down—.” It was well for the Squire that his breath fatled, for Jonas. was up in an instant, his eyes flashing, his nostrils white and dilated with sudden, virile anger He leaned with one hand on the table, and in his grasp was the long bread-knife. His voice was om- inously quiet: “Steady, Squire. I don’t allow no man to insult me in my .own house, nor anywhere else. I guess ye've said ‘bout enough. Ye might as well git out an’ stay.” The Squire calmed down immediate- ly. He picked up his bat, buttoned up his coat over his still heaving breast, and laid a heavy hand on the door- knob, Then he turned and for full a minute the two -men looked steadily each into the other’s eyes like antmals about to spring. The Squire's lips were drawn in a sneer, showing his yellow stubby teeth. “I ain't got no weeping,” he said finally, opening the door. “But mebbe this time to-mor- row ye won't be so quick to ask me to git out. I jest called to give ye they to continue there, with noses to ae os “HE LAY STILL, THE PRECIOUS BUNDLE OLASPED IN HIS ARMS. angry slam, he lifted the meat out of the pan with'a fork and put it ona blue plate that rested, warming, on the edge of the stove. Ye don’t seem very glad to see me, Jonas.” ‘The Suire’s voice was a cross betweeh.a whine and a snarl, and his black eyes gleamed malignantly. Jonas continued his preparations for breakfast. He gave a final stir to the coffee, set the pot and the plate of meat on the table, and cut a thick slice of bread. Then, as he sat down to eat he looked up at the Squire with cold, hard eyes: “] didn’t ask ye to come in, Squire, an’ I'll not ask’ ye to go long as ye behave yerself.” He spoke very quiet- ly, almost as though he were talking to himself. And as the Squire’s face reddened with suppressed anger (for he had expected Jonas fo cringe be- fore him) Jonas calmly stirred his cof- fee, looking meditatively out of the window across the bleak, frozen hill- side. Jonas’s indifference was too much for the Squire’s temper and he let him- self out with an oath, “Ab-h-h!” he snarled. “Ye may well say ye didn’t ask me in, Jonas Updyke. But ye dassent ask me why I come. For .thongh we've lived here in this valley nigh seventy year, boys together, and men together, this is the fust time in forty year gone that I've crossed this here doorsill. But it won't be the last, Jonas, it won't be the last, me boy.” There was an unctious sneer in his voice that grated on every fibre of -Jona’s being * “There wouldn’t be no tears shed, ‘Squire, if ye wasn’t to come back.no + tmore. , An’ as for crossin my step in | Eliza fotty year, nobody knows bettern’ yer- self how that happens.” Meshes oe pa, , an , a a by tapping 2352 5 = notice, Jonas. I’ve bought up ye'’re notes, an’ to-morrow when the sale comes off they'll knock the old place down to me at my own figger. ‘To- morrow mornin’ ye'll cook ye’re last breakfast in this house, Jonas, Mind ye that. I’ve been awaitin’ this mo- ment for thirty year, ever since ye laid on the fust mortgage. It’s the sweet- est day I ever drawed breath. Pack up ye’re duds, ye white-headed pup. It’s my turn now.” e He dodged the heavy toe of Jonas’s boot and hastened down the graveled walk to his buggy at the gate. Jonas went back to the kitchen and cleared up the breakfast dishes. Then he sat own with his pipe to think it over. The Squire’s words were ho surprise. He knew that Barlow had bought up the notes; he knew that there was no hope for him after to- morrow. He liad already packed his few clothes In a grip, and was ready. To-morrow, before the sale could be- gin, he would walk out and leave the old place, with all its memories, to its new owner. Jona’s nature was self-contained, and he did not show his emotions. Yet, as he wandered about the house, thinking of Eliza, he came very near to tears, It was all so lonesome and for- lorn. The dust lay thick on the par- lor table, something he had never known in the od days. His mind went back, as it had don® a hundred times during the week, to “Sonny,” his son Bill—and a great sob welled up in his throat. If Billy were only there—but he put the thought reso- lutely aw: Billy was not there: Billy w; it @ memory, and Ann lead, and home was home mo longer, Jonas was up long before wn the next morning. As Squire tlow had predicted, he cooked his last breakfast, and by sun-up he was to depart. He stepped out of without a look back. The harp with November frost, way down the road at his heart pounding joy- Shoulder, on a heavy <his carpet grip-sack. money—not so much to keep him for beyond i 2& 5 g i oe i i i zene BE os 3 le BE g a Ea é 5 Ef | From afar he had ;man? He could not keep longer, His shoes were worn through. 2) heavy and he could not lift the Nds. le) Then a familiar voice sounded in his 4) asked, weakly. Where am-1, Sonny?” BP} strong, familiar voice. ,“ . Have you ever thought, young man, | what it means to be dubbed “old and| ne good?” Have you an idea of- the hopelessness of age when the only oeut- look is continued need and reduced earning capacity? The truth came home strongly to Jonas When he ‘bégan | to seek work. There was no work for him. They wanted yOung men. He was too old; he couldn't stand the racket. And some were less gentle with the rebuff. Gradually his little fund dwindled, and at last he made| his way by begging at farm houses along the road. He found shelter in hayricks and barns, sneaking in after dark and leaving before dawn. Lack of food began to tell. The wrinkles deepened in his face; his eyes took on a hopeless expression; his gait was slower; his back began to bend. In a few weeks Jonas was an old, old man. | And with weakness came the feeling of dependence. His pride melted. He wanted a strong arm about him. But) there was only one in all the world on! whom he might call-“Sonny.” And| where was “Sonny” now? There was ample time for Jonas to regret the past, As he plodded along the frozen road he recalled the occur- rences of ten years before, when “Sonny” had passed out of his life. On the boy's shoulders had fallen the burden of the farm with its mortgage. Together they had worked, Bill doing the lion’s share, to raise the encum- brance; and when the money was al- most in hand, Jonas had loaned it, against Billy’s earnest protest, to a friend on an unsecured note, at heavy interest. And when the friend failed, Billy saw the fruits of his labor swept away ina night. Was it any wonder, then, that he proposed giving up the farm and moving to the city? Were the eternal grindstone, merely eking out a living? The mother agreed, faith in her son being deep and abid- ing; but Jonas said No, and when, after months of argument, Billy an- nounced his intention of going alone, Jonas rose in wrath and showed him the door, bidding him with a curse to “Go, and stay, and never show your face again.” Now, in his bitterness, weak and weary, Jonas sat down by the side of the road and wept quietly- the first time in years. Oh, if he could only find “Sonny.” “Sonny” would forgive him, His heart went back to the old home; to the sorrowing mother, who had pined away grieving for her son. He did not know that on the day of his departure, Billy, prosperous and generous, having heard of the ayp- proaching sale, had appeared before the astonished Squire Barlow and up; set that individual's prophecy by satis- fying all demands and rendering the sale unnecessary; nor that for weeks Billy had been advertising all over the East for his father to come home, It was New Year’s eve. Jonas had been on the road over a month. With- out knowing how, or, indeed, why, he had proceeded steadily north, through the mountains, and now, as the bleak, winter day drew to a close, he was ap-| proaching the great city of Pittsburg. seen the heavy smoke lying low on the horizon, The | road was lined with beautiful resi- dences, and as dusk came on, lights appeared In the windows. There was warmth and cheer, Might not food| and shelter be there too for an old| up much He was sick with hunger. In despera: | tion he followed the driveway of alatial residetice and made his wa back to the stable. The hostle came at him savagely. “Git out o’ here,” he grow “This ain't no place for hoboes.” Jonas turned and} went out again. He would not beg from a common stable-hand. He/| would push on to the city. As he passed the side of the house he glanced up at the roof and stopped suddenly. There was a glow in the attie window. The glass shivered and a gush of sthoke and flame told him instantly that the house was on fire. With quick steps he ran to the front and up on the broad porch. The door was locked, but he pounded on it with his fists. “FIRE!’’ he shouted; and again, “FIRE! FIRE! The dooropened suddenly, showing the white, scared face of a woman. “FIRE!” Your house is on fire!” he cried, as he) pushed past her. Women screamed and children ran hither and thither. ‘Hardly knowing why Jonas hurried up the broad stairs. As he turned into the upper hall a cloud of smoke enveloped him. He en- tered the first room and ran to the window. Opening it, he shouted into the still night air, “FIRE! FIRE!’ He heard men’s voices, but as in @ dream, for the smoke was stifling him. He must get back or die, like a rat in a hole. As he groped his way he fell against a bed. A tiny voice startled him. It was a baby, choking in the dense smoke. He reached out blindly; his hands came upon the child strug- gling beneath heavy coverings. He grabbed it up, dragging off the blan- kets, and wrapping them around the little one’s head and body. Somehow he reached the door, stag- gered into the hall and found thestair- way. As he started down he tripped over the end of a blanket and rolled down, down, over and over. His head struck a sharp corner at the foot of the steps, and he lay still, the precious bundle clasped in his arms. An immeasurable space of time passed—then Jonas awoke slowly. He knew that he was warm, and that he lay on a soft bed; but his eyes were ears. “Father, father,” it said. Surely that was “Sonny’s” voice, and he was back In the off home, and it was time to get up and milk the cows . He struggled against the heavy sleep. His eyes opened and ‘looked up into Billy’s face. “Sonny, is it you?” he “Yes, father, its me, Billy;” came the "t you know me, father? I’ve been hunting you nan oo ag right here at the Ser HAUNTED CASTLE OF KIMBOLTON The Queen of England Stands God- mother to American Baby. When Queen Alexandra stood as godmother to the son and heir of the uke of Manchester and his American wife, it was the first occasion on which this royal lady ever assumed respon- sibility for the spiritual welfare of any child whose mother is a native of the United States. King Edward, while still Prince of Wales, accepted the sponsorshipgof quite a number of chil- dren of Anglo-American unions. By the bye, the Duke of Manches- ter is the present head of Drogo de Monte Acuto, who was a famous warrior in the immediate train of Rob- ert, Earl of Moreton, at the time of the Norman conquest. Among his ances- tral homes, rescued and restaurated with the aid of his American father-in- law, Eugene Zimmerman, of Cincin- nati, pre-eminent stands the tradition- filled, association-haunted Kimbolton Castle, The castle is an ancient, stone building, standing at the head of the DUCHESS OF MANCHESTER. Fen country, in a spacious, well-wood- ed park, close to the town of Hunting- don. Four centuries ago it was the dower palace of Queen Katherine, of Arragon, after her divorce from Henry VIII. It would still appear to be the residence of her spirit, since her ghost, in long, queenly robe and royal crown, is said to roam its cor- ridors even yet. The Castle, however, has another ghost, less dignified, per- haps, but distinctly interesting in its habits. The portrait of Sir John Pop- ham, erstwhile Lord Chief Justice of England, and one of the earliest pro- moters of American colonization, hangs in the great hall, and its origi- nal is said to keep a nightly vigil for rogues and poachers, accommodating himself, according to inclination and moonlight, by either sitting astride the park wall or secreting himself un- der the shadow of the mighty elm trees, Probably the ghost of Sir John is an immense saving of gamekeepers’ salaries to the ducal purse. Lord Denbigh, who is well remem- bered in this country from his visit in Boston a few years ago, at the head of the Ancient and Honorable Artillery | Company of London, is the chief of the ‘amily to which the famous novelist, Henry Fielding, belonged. He likewise claims relationship with the imperial Austrian House of Hapsburg; this claim, however, being ridiculed by many eminenti English genealogists. He is lord-in-waiting to the King, and one of the forty Roman Catholic members of the Upper House of the English national assembly. The Bradley-Martins, it is learned, have made several efforts to purchase Balmacaan outright, the magnificent place they occupy in Scotland. But, though they have frequently raised their figures to a fancy price, they cannot induce the owner to part with it. The fact that they merely lease the place does not prevent them from spending a mint of money on it. It is now far more luxuriously fitted up than Balmoral, the Scotch royal resi- dence, and Mar Lodge, the Duchess, or rather, Princess of Fife’s place, pales into insignificance compared with it. The Bradley-Martins have been 80 long in England that one almost for- gets their rise to influence in the so- cial world. Theifs is a success due to riches—at least, so it would appear, and, in fact, such success makes small impression on the thoughtful, Yet, when you look into it, you find many things that arouse your admiration. It is no mean thing to make an en- trance in the London world of fashion. It requires a deal of tact and know!l- edge of men and women. The Earl of Craven, the son-in-law of the Bradley- Martins, passes most of his time look- ing after his forty thousand acres, and in attending to his duties as county magistrate near his Warwickshire home. Lady Craven js keenly inter- ested in poultry farming, and at Coombe Abbey has bred birds «hat have stirred up the keenest sort of competition amongst English fancers. Moreover, it is agreed on all hands that the boy-and-girl marriage of 1893 has turned out more pleasantly than the wiseacres of that date predicted. And the Countess of Craven grows prettier as she grows older. Prince Nanzeta Pehassnez zuma, who claims to be the lineal de- scendant of the famous Aztec King of that name, is a small, olive-skinned youth, wit? large, heavily-fringed gray eyes, a full, red mouth and long hair. He wears civilian clothes, a broad-rimmed sombrero, and usually carries an. interesting, carved cane. van Calava. “Yes, father. It was right here. It was our baby, and you saved it for us, The fire’s out. There’s no danger. And I’ve bought the old home, father, and you can go back if you want, and never work or want any more!” But Jonas did not hear. A great peace came over him. He knew only that “Sonny” held him; that “Sonny” would take care of him; that his long journey was at an end. Throngh the midnight air came the of great bells. All over the city message was ringing—ring- “Sonny's” eare—that Monte- ia PN Ce AE TERE RE IES. EE: RS BRIN FREE! 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