• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Advertising
 Table of Contents
 'Lias has a dream
 'Lias fails to see Jack
 'Lias spends another busy day
 'Lias makes a new acquaintance
 'Lias tries to explain circums...
 'Lias finds life a dreary...
 The boys fall into a trap
 'Lias leaves home, for school
 'Lias visits home once more
 Advertising
 Back Cover






Title: An heir of dreams
CITATION THUMBNAILS PAGE TURNER PAGE IMAGE ZOOMABLE
Full Citation
STANDARD VIEW MARC VIEW
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00085611/00001
 Material Information
Title: An heir of dreams
Physical Description: 168, 11, 1 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: O'Malley, Sallie Margaret
Benziger Brothers ( Publisher )
Publisher: Benziger Brothers
Place of Publication: New York ;
Cincinnati ;
Chicago
Publication Date: c1897
 Subjects
Subject: Youth -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Laziness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairies -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dreams -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Parent and child -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Priests -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Youth and death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Smallpox -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1897
Genre: Publishers' catalogues   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Ohio -- Cincinnati
United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: by Sallie Margaret O'Malley.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in color.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue precedes and follows text.
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00085611
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002235120
notis - ALH5562
oclc - 12866815
lccn - 12037289

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Page 1
    Advertising
        Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Page 3
        Page 4
    'Lias has a dream
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    'Lias fails to see Jack
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    'Lias spends another busy day
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
    'Lias makes a new acquaintance
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    'Lias tries to explain circumstances
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
    'Lias finds life a dreary dream
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
    The boys fall into a trap
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
    'Lias leaves home, for school
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
    'Lias visits home once more
        Page 160
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
    Advertising
        Page 169
        Page 170
        Page 171
        Page 172
        Page 173
        Page 174
        Page 175
        Page 176
        Page 177
        Page 178
        Page 179
        Page 180
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text
4
... .... .




.... .. .......... ..
T, 7M,



.........


.... ..... .




4: 'p,

.......... ...

1.



a a

























































!:tq
lwl Y;


i):.: R z;



gRm-
.. .......





V1, ii.i;:.

Ll



L.i


.... .. ...

6,7: i V Om










3 .1..


The Baldtin Lbr.ry
P Unr.ersar
11 nda


_.9


St. John's Library
FEI-N '0N


lniile amd lCLiulmilins

I M r..ecr. er t ,hI l- p r. hi ,rd- [,.,, .r.,.
b -,i'. Ir 't n i. ihe: lthi- 11 '

2- l '..-:,i rI. k.:e.ipe ir i l-. hki,.rI .-r Th, i
li,,-, e: tk II l-,. h b1 r t:. I r:* rn ol re r...
c, -l- 1',, ,:j>.t ,' ci ,k ihiarc ttlLr
.e ll ., -....uk i I, i ,r1 ..e'..e*Lj- lht r
{liar. f t, | l.l r>.l> r [-,,: 1,, 11 i .. r In [I"he p l[.t r

, .hu0 ,ll .I ,l he .rJ.,it iid 1i-. r l.e F,.i d bI .
Ill', ,rr .. lr'1.11I
fir "1 ''

rs. 7


a~ls~88ilsls8Cllkw~r~BIPPRa~




















































"' In an honest man's yard again, are you ? asked the
squire, harshly. 'And how will you get out ?'"-See
page 129.





AN HEIR


OF DREAMS.


SALLIE MARGARET O'MALLEY.



















NEW YORK, CINCINNATI, CHICAGO:
BENZIGER BROTHERS,
Printers to the Holy Apostolic See.







BENZIGER'S JUVENILE SERIES

EACH VOLUME, 45 CENTS, SENT POSTPAID

THE GREAT CAPTAIN. By Katharine T. Hinkson.
THE YOUNG COLOR GUARD. By Mary G. Bonesteel.
THE HALDEMAN CHILDREN. By Mary E. Mannix.
Two LITTLE GIRLS. By Lilian Mack.
DIMPLING'S SUCCESS. By Clara Mulholland.
NAN NOBODY. By Mary T. Waggaman.
AN ADVENTURE WITH THE APACHES. By G. Ferry.
BISTOURI. By A. Melandri.
A HOSTAGE OF WAR. By Mary G. Bonesteel.
FRED'S LITTLE DAUGHTER. By Sara Trainer Smith.
THE SEA-GULLS' R6CK. By J. Sandeau.
JACK-O'-LANTERN. By Mary T. Waggaman;
AN EVERY-DAY GIRL. By Mary T. Crowley.
PAULINE ARCHER. By Anna T. Sadlier.
PANCHO AND PANCHITA. By Mary E. Mannix.
THE ARMORER OF SOLINGEN. By W. Herchenbach.
WRONGFULLY ACCUSED. By W. Herchenbach.
THE INUNDATION. By Canon Schmid.
THE CANARY BIRD. By Canon Schmid.
MARY TRACY'S FORTUNE. By Anna T. Sadlier.
THE GOLDEN LILY. By Katharine Tynan Hinkson.
RECRUIT TOMMY COLLINS. By Mary T. Bonesteel.
BUNT AND BILL. By Clara Mulholland.
As TRUE AS GOLD. By Mary E. Mannix.
THE BERKLEYS. By Emma Howard Wight.
BOB O' LINK. By Mary T. Waggaman.
THE MYSTERIOUS DOORWAY. By Anna T. Sadlier.
LITTLE MISSY. By Mary T. Waggaman.
BY BRANSCOME RIVER. By Marion Ames Taggart.
THE MADCAP SET AT ST. ANNE'S. By M.J. Brunowe.
A SUMMER AT WOODVILLE. By Anna T. Sadlier.
AN HEIR OF DREAMS. By S. M. O'Malley.
OLD CHARLMONT'S SEED-BED. By Sara Trainer Smith.
THE QUEEN'S PAGE. By Katharine Tynan Hinkson.
TOM'S LUCK-POT. By Mary T. Waggaman.
THE BLISSYLVANIA POST-OFFICE. By M. A. TAGGART.
THREE GIRLS AND ESPECIALLY ONE. By M. A. TAGGART.
THE CHILDREN OF CUPA. By Mary E. Mannix.
THE DOLLAR HUNT. By E. G. Martin.
FOR THE WHITE ROSE. By Katharine Tynan Hinkson.
"JACK." By a Religious of the Society of the Holy Child.
TOORALLADDY. By Julia C. Walsh.
THE VIOLIN MAKER. By Sara Trainer Smith.
THE BELL FOUNDRY. By Otto von Schaching.
DADDY DAN. By Mary T. Waggaman.
A PILGRIM FROM IRELAND. By Carnot.


COPRIGHT, 1897, BY BENZIGER BROTHERS
















CONTENTS.




CHAPTER I.
'LIA HAS A DREAM, .


CHAPTER II.

'LIAs FAIL TO SEE JACK, .

CHAPTER II.

'LIAs SPENDS ANOTHER BUSY DAY,

CHAPTER IV.
'LIAs MAKES A NEW ACQUAINTANCE,

CHAPTER V.

'LIAs TRIES TO EXPLAIN CIRCUMSTANCES,

CHAPTER VI.

'LIAs FINDs LIFE A DREARY DREAM,


PABE
5



S 24



44



S 65



85


. 106







4 Contents.

CHAPTER VIL

THE BOYs FALL INTO A TRAP,

CHAPTER VIII.

'LIAs LEAVES HOME, FOR SCHOOL,

CHAPTER IX.

'LIA3 VISITS HOME ONCE MO, .


PAGE
123



. 146



S 160













AN HEIR OF DREAMS.



CHAPTER I.

'LIAS HAS A DREAM.

'LIAs the lazy, 'Lias the good-for-nothing,
and 'Lias the dreamer, was dozing over a
slice of bread.
It was an effort for him to eat when the sun
shone as it did to-day, and the sky was full
of a languorous haze, and the air sweet as
the Chickasaw plum-tree blossoms could
make it.
Vaguely he thought of his mother saying,
" 'Lias, when you eat your bread and butter,
get into the garden and weed the onion bed.





'Lias has a Dream.


When I was young like you, I had to do
all work like that, and me a girl, too! Or
if I shirked it, I got switched. That -ion
bed is a disgrace to us. Don't leave 1 in-
finished, as you always do everything."
But the old stone step was warm and
sunny; the bees droning in the plum blos-
soms hummed a lullaby. The bread fell
from the swaying hand, his head slipped
over against the door-step, and 'Lias slept
the sleep of the just and lazy.
'Lias' mother brushed her skirts across
his face as she went on her way after spring
salad in the young wheat.
She poised her knife, and said, Well,
let him sleep. He is surely the stupidest
child, but he hain't -bad, and he is always
meaning to do well."
'Lias' dog lay down at the boy's feet, and
with an occasional snap at flies and gnats, or
an exploring bee, he, too, fell asleep.





'Lias has a Dream.


It was all in a little country town, with
curious streets up hill and down hill; with
steps that led up to steps that led down;
where nature and craft had hung together,
and wild plum-trees bloomed behind the
main grocery, and the witnesses at court
hitched their horses to scrub oaks in the
court-house square.
The town had been asleep for many a year.
When the school-bell on the gray-roofed
academy began to ring on the first Monday
in September every inhabitant in the town
paused to hear, saying, School's begun."
'Lias hated school. He would leave home
early and arrive at school late, having stop-
ped to see the caterpillars, a dusty grass-
hopper, or to listen to the blackbirds or crows.
Then his teacher gave him tasks he never
finished. One day he was made to stand up
and given a slate until he wrote a certain
task forty times.




'Lias has a Dream.


"Now write," said the disciplinarian,
'I am lazy.' "
"You are lazy, you are lazy," wrote
'Lias over and over, and when a severer
punishment followed, he never knew why.
He didn't care to read either, but some-
times he liked to hear his sister read her
jingles out of Mother Goose, or maybe he
fell to pondering over the queer little pic-
tures that bobbed about so unlocked for.
His sister would point her finger at him
and say,
Come, let's to bed,' says Sleepy-head.
'Tarry awhile,' says Slow,"
and so on through the ill-mannered refer-
ence to gluttony, for 'Lias liked good vic-
tuals overly well," as his father had said.
'Lias slept on and on that April morning,
and the weeds shouted for him; he heard
them, and his mother was sailing over the
tree-tops with a bundle of switches.





'Lias has a Dream.


Suddenly he awakened to a sense of com-
pany. A long, lithe fellow, with a merry,
wrinkled countenance was very actively
jumping backward and forward over old
Turk.
"Who are you ?" asked 'Lias slowly-he
always was slow in every way.
The fellow jumped ahead breathlessly.
"I'm 'Jack-be-Nimble, Jack-be-Quick, Jack-
Jump-over-the-Candlestick,' he said be-
tween leaps.
"What makes you do that this warm day ?"
"My candle burned out and I grew fat, so
I took to jumping everything I came across."
And away he went again.
"Does it make you lean '" asked 'Lias,
who had a roll of fat around his waist and
didn't like it.
Don't it ?" replied Jack, holding up a
whipcord leg. How's that for constitu-
tional treatment V"





'Lias has a Dream.


"Dear me !" mused 'Lias. "Were you
ever fat ?"
"Fat ? Fat as your grandmother."
Now 'Lias', grandmother weighed over
two hundred pounds.
Don't you ever get tired ?"
"Dear me! no. It makes me tired to
rest."
"That's funny," pondered 'Lias, think-
ing he ached sometimes from being quiet
in school hours.
Turk will wake up directly," remarked
'Lias, "just to hear Jack-of-many-names
talk."
"When he stands up I'll show you how I
can jump," answered the queer, active creat-
ure. "1fy gracious self!" cried Jack sud-
denly; "I forgot my business." He stop-
ped jumping, and hopped about restlessly.
" You're a very smart boy, 'Lias, but you're
rusting here; the queen wants to know





'Lias *has a Dream.


something about you. I've got a bit of
work here for you, too. Everybody whom
the queen wants must finish some piece of
work before she gives them a place in her
kingdom."
"Who is your queen ?" asked 'Lias.
"Why, Mother Goose, of course," an-
swered Jack, looking astonished.
"Oh !" gasped 'Lias at this queer reply.
"Now here's something she thinks in
your line. Here are some plants from
Mary's garden-' Mary, Mary, quite con-
trary,' you know. She neglected her gar-
den, and if you succeed in making a neat
show, your fortune's made."
"I'm sure," stammered 'Lias, "that I
should like to try, but I never did any
gardening."
"What!"'' exclaimed Jack. "Then you'll
never learn earlier. All our great men be-
gin in thesoil. Dig and delve,' that's a





'Lias has a Dream.


motto for you. I myself used to render
sheep's fat; that's not nice as gardening."
"I ain't very well, anyhow," murmured
'Lias. Mother was sayin' yesterday that
I needed a tonic."
Jack looked at him critically. You need
air and exercise," he pronounced. "What's
healthier than working among plants ? Be-
sides the pleasure- "
But I've got to go to school soon as I
get well," excused the perplexed boy.
To think of it !" stormed his tormentor.
"Pray, while you're getting well increase
your muscle, bring out your chest, draw in
your chin, so; and a light hoe, a few herbs,
and there you are healthy."
"I'11 think of it," said 'Lias.
Iam afraid you won't do." Jack shook
his head and jumped over a bunch of
marigolds and back again before 'Lias.
"Come, now," he said, "look at these





'Lias has a Dream.


bulbs. Here's a plant that grows salad-
cold salad, ready for the table." ('Lias was
very fond of salads.) "And here's a seed
of sweet pickles, and here's a dozen or more
plants of strawberry jelly. Here's sage, it's
a wise plant. Don't say no; and if you
make half of these grow the queen will give
you a secret that will open all doors of wis-
dom and wealth to you."
Now 'Lias was very wise about some
things; he had always wanted money.
First, to buy candy; then to have some of
his own. Bill Jones, a schoolmate, had a
dollar. Sometimes when his mother, whom
he loved and who was poor, wished for a
new dress or a package of coffee, 'Lias
would crawl into a drowsy corner and dream
about being a man with a mustache a foot
long, and earning a thousand dollars a day.
Sometimes he went forth, in his dreams,
and dug up a box that was filled with dia-





'Lias has a Dream.


monds and old coins, worth fabulous sums;
these he brought and dutifully laid at the
feet of his mother.
If his mother grew angry, and said, You
hain't worth powder to blow you away
Get up and help me out with this tub of
water, 'Lias, you good-for-nothing thing !"
he would amble obediently by her side,
slopping the water up and out with his
awkward movements.
See now, you lazy child."
"I'll be good," he would answer hum-
bly, as he saw her eyes blazing.
So when Jack spoke of wealth he caught
'Lias' ear.
Could I have plenty of money ?"
Jack jumped nimbly over the grass for a
minute, and brought back several dimes and
quarters. See !" he said, with an attitude.
Where'd you get these ?" 'Lias put his
hands out.





'Lias has a Dream.


"Why, I delved, I planted, and reap-
,d. "
In that time ?"
Of course you couldn't be as expert as
f. am all at once," amended Jack.
'Lias got upon his feet.
"You're fat /" said Jack with emphasis.
'Lias blushed. "I've been thinking' of
dietin' to get rid of it."
"Let's jump," said Jack. "It will do
it. Three to one you can't stand and clear
Turk. One, two, three !"
"I can't jump," stammered the boy.
"Four letters to spell 'can't,' and three
letters spell 'can.' I guess your pa let the
trees grow when he was a-bringin' you
up."
"I've been whipped once or twice," ad-
mitted 'Lias.
Jack twirled about on one leg, and
snapped his fingers. "Once or twice! I





'Lias has a Dream.


was whipped for eating, for being quiet, for
being noisy, for talking, for not speaking
when spoken to. Discipline is the thing
you need. Say"-he made a sudden jump
and buttonholed 'Lias-" what have you
got to do to-day ?"
Why, I've got to weed the onion bed I"
exclaimed 'Lias, glad to be rid of such an
energetic friend at any cost. Here I've
been a-foolin' my time, and mother said
she'd switch me if I didn't finish it."
Jack laughed. Where's your mother's
switches ?"
"She just sailed over the trees with some
awhile ago."
"Dear me!" Jack looked serious.
"Your mother must be quite clever. She
hain't like you, is she ?"
"I'm going to that onion bed," answered
'Lias, moving off with more energy than he
had ever used in moving about.




'Lias has a Dream.


Say," called Jack after him, "I'll leave
these plants right here."
"I'll try them," answered the boy, look-
ing back.
"And say," insisted the hopping creat-
ure, "I'll see you again-;. I'll keep an eye
upon you."
'Lias was just pulling up the first rag-
weed when slap came some stinging thing
across his shoulders.
"Ouch !" he screamed, and jumped off the
door-step upon poor Turk, who howled
dismally.
"Where's that onion bed ? where's them
weeds ?" screamed his angry mother.
'Lias rubbed his eyes. The morning was
well along, and the dust was on the weeds
where dew had been when he fell asleep.
Mother, don't whip me I'm going!
I fell asleep, and Jack was talking to me."
I wish Jack Hahn would stay at home 1"





'Lias has a Dream.


exclaimed the good woman. "If he'd let
you be you might amount to something. "
She was glad to find even so small an excuse
as her neighbor's son to hang some of the
faults of her hopeful upon.
'Lias went at the onion bed with a will,
stopping now and then to try a jump over
the tall green tops, feeling carefully about
his ribs after each jump.
"I ain't sure but it is a-doin' good,"
he reflected.
He had finished five rows when along
came five girls from the public school. One
was his sister, another was a freckled, lank
girl he detested, two were the teases of the
playground, and the fifth was the angel in
blue calico and carpet matting hat who
'Lias adored, in a blind, inexpressible
fashion all his own.
His sister put her face against the crack
in the fence. Mary, Mary, quite contrary,





'Lias has a Dream.


how does your garden grow, with silver
bells and cockle shells, and pretty maids in
a row V"
'Lias started; so Jack-be-Nimble had
said.
Get along !" he said with brotherly af-
fection, throwing an uprooted weed at her.
His face was red, but he bent to his task
with quiet oblivion as far as the other girls
were concerned.
Hain't 'Lias getting' fat ?" said the lank
one.
He don't eat anything at all," said his
sister; he just gobbles."
Well, he shows it," chimed in the
teases.
He waited to hear the fifth comment, but
none came, and 'Lias felt a glow about his
heart, and thought certain he was over-
working himself. He couldn't resist look-
ing at the charmer. She had her head side-





'Lias has a Dream.


ways, with her forefinger in her mouth;
there was a critical look in her eyes and a
smile of suppressed force upon her lips.
That was the straw on 'Lias' camel's
back. He gathered his hat full of clods,
and while there was a whisking blue frock
in sight he did his best in aiming and in
hitting where he aimed. He expected to
hear of it, and so went sullenly back to his
onion bed with thoughts at random and
mechanical hand.
Well, I'll be switched 1" he cried. "I
have finished that."
He felt light, and jumping over the rake
and a water-can, he made for the house, with
Turk after him.
"Mother, I'm through !" he cried.
No, you hain't ; you never finished any-
thing in your life, onless it was your din-
ner."
"Come and see," he insisted.





'Lias has a Dream.


After a little grumbling she started, secret.
ly hoping he had finished it all right.
'Lias showed her the bed, with a dramatic
flourish.
His mother looked at it, a smile slowly
spreading over her face.
She fumbled in her pocket and put on her
spectacles; she looked critically along the
rows.
Nary a weed !" she cried cheerfully,
"nor an onion tramped on. Here"-she
gave him a worn-looking nickel-" now you
do all I tell you to do that way, and we
won't have any more ouchs' "
'Lias stretched himself beside her as they
walked down the path between the tomato
plants. He remembered Jack's advice; he
drew in his chin and threw out his chest.
"I believe them beans are needin' work,"
he remarked airily.
"So they are, so they are!" cried his





'Lias has a Dream.


mother. You can do that this afternoon,
an' after the sun gets cooler you can carry
the butter to the grocery."
'Lias sank together, and his chin fell.
"What's wrong ?" inquired his mother.
"That old feeling' in my breast. I believe
my heart's out of fix. I felt all burning'
around it while I was over them onions."
"That's strange, your bein' so onheal-
thy," mused the fond mother. "I'll give
you a dose of rhubarb to-night."
She lowered her voice. "Maybe you'd
better say nothing' about that bit o' money.
Marilly would be a-tearin' up the whole
garden in no time." The good woman
laughed silently.
'Lias put his hand over the money.
"Jack was right," he thought. "'Dig
and delve' will make you money. Idon't
mind if I do see him again."
Just before he went in he tried a leap





'Lias has a Dream. 23

over Turk's back. He caught his toes and
rolled into his mother's washtubs with a
great clatter.
"What's in that boy?" thought she;
throwing mud at the girls and hurtin'
Turk. I declare he must go to school."





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


CHAPTER II.

'LIAS FAILS TO SEE JACK.

How 'Lias lived to clean the bean rows
and to carry the butter to the grocery was
a wonder to him. Sometimes his throat
seemed closed, and wild visions of having
fits came to him.
This heat is awful !" He rested on the
hoe and looked down the long street that led
to the depot. He saw the children playing
hop-scotch, and felt how much pleasanter it
was to play in the shade of the old elm
growing in the school-ground than hoeing
beans in the hot sun.
Some one tapped against the window.
"Hurry up, 'Lias," called his mother;
" I'm packing the butter."





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


He began again. His shoulders ached
and his hands were blistered.
"If I get through this I'll go to school
next week," he resolved.
His mother came out presently with the
tin bucket neatly wrapped in a spotless
white napkin.
"Don't tarry on the road. The butter
is firm now, an' I'm anxious for it to reach
Mr. Mills right away."
'Lias stepped away in his usual slouching
gait. His mother looked worried; she saw
Father White, the village rector, coming
down the street.
"Walk faster, dear," she said softly,
"and I'll bake you a little pie for supper."
Now these "little pies" were 'Lias' es-
pecial fancy. They were about the size of a
coffee saucer, and it was his custom to de-
vour them quickly, before his sister asked
for any. He was a very selfish boy.





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


If he had looked behind him he would
have travelled faster, for pies or money or
candy could not have the power to move
him that Father White had.
But he did not see him. The priest's
light step did not reach his ears. He
was thinking over his conversation with
Jack-be-Nimble. The conversation seemed
real, and he felt inclined to look after
the bulbs that Jack had bestowed upon
him.
"I guess I'll get a chance yet to see
what the queen wants," he murmured.
A light touch fell upon his shoulder.
He looked about, his face flushed, but he
pulled off his hat and said huskily :
Good-evenin', Father."
Good-afternoon, my boy. Why are you
out of school ?"
I hain't been well," said 'Lias.
Father White smiled. The plump figure





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


and rosy countenance seemed poor certifi-
cates of bad health.
"I'm well now, but mother needs me."
'Lias understood the Father's smile.
I suppose you're a great help to your
mother ?" continued the priest.
'Lias thought over this. "I weeded the
onion bed and hoed the bean rows to-day;
but-I feel awful sick when I work in the
sun. I've got some trouble in my chest."
He put his hand upon his shirt front very
pathetically.
"But you ought to get along in your
studies. You're growing to be a great boy,
and I dare say now you couldn't tell me
what form of government we live under,
could you ?"
Oh, yes, Father," said the boy.
Well, and what is it ?"
"Chaos, Father," was the firm answer.
"What ?' cried the astonished priest.





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


"Here it is, right here, Father," and
'Lias tore off a corner of the paper that pro-
truded from under the napkin. It was a
part of an editorial in the Weekly View.
The boy put his finger on a line, and the
perplexed priest read, The Government in
its present form is chaos."
"See, Father," said 'Lias persuasive-
ly.
Father White studied the boy earnestly;
he tilted the round head back and said,
My son, you're a very stupid boy, or a
very naughty one."
'Lias rubbed his eyes and commenced to
whimper.
That's the way for babies !" cried the
priest impatiently. Tell me, why are you
never up for instructions V"
The boy looked about vaguely. He tilted
on one foot, and then tried the other.
Why ?" insisted Father White.





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


Well, it's first one thing and then an-
other, Father."
Now promise me one thing, that you
will be at the chapel Sunday at half-past
eight. There's a class up for instruction,
and you must come."
"I will, Father," said 'Lias earnestly.
The priest turned to go. A look on the
face turned upon him was pathetic. There
were dirty rings about the eyes and a sus-
picious redness of the lids.
Father White took a begrimed hand in his
own.
"Tell me," he said-"tell a lonely old
priest that's just worrying over you what
you've been crying about."
'Lias broke forth afresh, and as the
priest had one hand and the butter the
other, the clear tears dripped and flowed
across his ruddy cheeks and fell to the
%rass along the street.





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


"I'm stupid, I'm lazy. Everybody says
so. I don't like to work when it's so hot.
I don't know fractions, and I can't remem-
ber nothing I'm always bad, and how can
I come to church ?"
"Now, now," consoled Father White.
"See what a lovely spring day, and now
you're almost done your tasks you'll have
time to think of something I'm going to
tell you. What will you do when you are
grown up like- like Mayor Mann ?"
That's a long time away, Father," mur-
mured the boy.
"No. How old are you? Thirteen; then
five years more will find you either a good
young man or a bad and wicked one. Who
will support you then ? Surely not your old
mother, whom you could help even now. If
you are idle, then you will drift about a vaga-
bond, a tramp, a heartbreak to your mother,
a disgrace to me, and a prey for the evil one."





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


"Oh, Father I" cried 'Lias.
"Learn now to do all your little duties
carefully. Look at your mother's work, see
if you cannot help carry a bucket of water
or rub a few clothes. The sin of sloth will
soon disappear. Now here is my street."
'Lias raised his cap, and the priest turned
away.
Say," he called after the boy, "would
you like to earn a dime every day 1"
The child's eyes glistened. Father White
needed no other answer.
Come up at seven o'clock in the morn-
ing, and I will show you how to feed and
water my horse."
'Lias walked off nimbly. He had a sense
of responsibility.
I owe that Jack something," he thought;
"he's brought me luck."
He reached the grocery safely, and after
the grocerman attended to his needs he gave





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


'Lias three or four bits of candy-something
very unusual.
The boy's eyes shone, but with character-
istic slowness he went out without thanking
the man.
Mr. Mills put up his candy jar, thinking
on the lack of politeness some young Ameri-
cans evidenced, when the door flew open
and 'Lias stuck in his head.
Say, Mr. Mills, thank you for that
candy," and he was off again.
Mr. Mills laughed. "That boy is a
stupid, sure," he said.
'Lias came home by way of the school, and,
as he hoped, who should be coming out but the
blue frock of the girl he especially admired.
Say, Jennie," he called softly.
She turned her blue eyes on him and said
reproachfully, Hain't you ashamed to
speak to me, 'Lias I See how you made me
tear my apron."





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


'Lias hung his head and passed on. His
feet grew heavy and his chin fell.
"There's no use in a fellow trying' to be
good here," he thought.
Jennie pattered on behind him.
I got excused at half-past three," she re-
marked. "I've got to mind baby while
mother bakes."
'Lias grunted an unintelligible answer.
"I've got so many books to carry, they
just tire me," hinted Jennie; but it was
lost on her hearer. He walked on clumsily.
'Lias," called Jennie softly, "do carry
my books."
He turned, his face glowing.
"Certainly! Was that what you meant ?"
The little girl nodded.
Say, I didn't hurt you to-day, did II
1 didn't aim at you."
No; but you hit Rosy Winn in the ear,
and she says she can't hear good."





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


"I don't care !" said 'Lias ungallantly.
"But you ought. Teacher says a gentle-
manly boy wouldn't be guilty of such
deeds, and I want you to be a gentleman;
i~sides you tore my apron."
How ?" asked the bewildered boy.
I ran because I was afraid you'd hit me,
and I caught the apron on a nail in the
paling. I guess mother'll scold me."
I'll tell her I done it," answered 'Lias
tenderly. I don't mind getting' whipped."
Jennie laughed. "Mother don't whip
me; she lectures."
"Not even if you shirk work and les-
sons ?" asked 'Lias in amazement.
I don't shirk work," said Jennie. "It's
wrong, and I like my lessons."
Where's my class now ?"
"They're on the one hundredth page in
arithmetic-that analysis page about car-
pets and rooms."





'.Lias Fails to See Jack,


'Lias groaned.
"I can't keep up with them," he said.
"Then if you are turned back you'll
have to go with Sammy Whitehead and all
the little boys. Teacher said yesterday she
wasn't going to make any new classes."
Jennie, I'm going to come, but I ain't
going to study figgers."
Your class in grammar is over in com-
position. They had a beautiful lesson to-
day, and the teacher let the primary class
give words for the higher class to make
sentences out of."
"I never was much on that," confided
'Lias.
"I turn off here. Good-by, 'Lias."
Good-by, Jennie." 'Lias walked on un-
til he reached a fence-post.
Say, Jennie, here's something belongs to
you,'' called the boy.
Jennie paused. What is it ?" she asked.





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


Come and see; it's on the post."
He commenced to trot, and Jennie found
six small pieces of candy on the fence. 'Lias
looked back; she was looking after him
with a happy face.
"Thank you," she called. He waved his
hand, and in a minute he was at home.
What did you buy ?" asked his mother,
after she had examined her purchases.
'Lias looked ashamed. "I forgot I had
it."
You'll have it the longer," laughed his
mother.
How fast the day is going !" remarked
his sister, coming in from school. I was
kept in fifteen minutes about my arithme-
tic, mother."
I wish I could help you some at home,
but I can't," sighed her mother.
"I have one example to study out, and
then I will be free."





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


What will you do then V" asked 'Lias
with unusual interest.
Why inquired his sister in return,
surprised that 'Lias the stupid should ask
questions at all.
"'Cause I want to tell you something."
"I can hear it now," said she eagerly.
"No; you get that example, and then
come out on the step."
He ambled away to his favorite seat, in-
tent on his own thoughts of the morning,
when his mother said :
"'Lias, I'm so tired this evening that I
wish you'd bring me a bucket of water."
There was a quaver in his mother's voice,
as if she was afraid he would refuse. He
sighed, but then the good Father's words
came in his mind, and he turned, saying :
If you'll just call me, mother, I'll get all
the water."
"Did you ever ?" she cried to her daugh-





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


ter. 'Lias is that changed, just since this
morning."
To be sure he spilled some water on her
spotless floor, and stamped his feet on a
favorite cat, but his mother swallowed the
words that came, and said instead:
"You're a great help to-day, 'Lias."
He went on out to the step, and calling
Turk, they settled down again, dreaming in
the closing day.
To him the evening came with a sweet.
ness he had never known before.
How white the plum-tree was in the
gloom What a home sound the old wooden
pump had when he had brought the bucket
of water I And there was old Star mooing"
at the draw-bars, her bell faintly tinkling.
Inside the house he smelled the tea as it
simmered for supper, and the odor of the
coffee-cake his mother took pride in bak-
ing mixed in with the plum scent and the





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


daffodils, with their buff hoods shining in the
grass.
A great boy some day"-Father White
had said so-and at work to support his
mother and sister.
He began to make plans at once, but his
slow way of arriving at conclusions did not
prompt him to take the pail and milk the
cows when he saw his mother walking wear-
ily to the milking lot. Instead he put his
head into his hands and dreamed and
dreamed-impossible things. Thinking how
he wished Jack and the candlestick were real
things.
Presently his sister sat down by him. I
solved my example, and I have put my dish-
es on the table, and supper is all on waiting
for mother to come in. Now you can tell me
that something."
'Lias turned about eagerly. I'm a-going
to work to-morrow. I'm going to feed and




'Lias Fails to See Jack.


water Father White's horse every morning
at seven, and I'll get a dime every day."
"Oh !" exclaimed his sister. But what
made him take you? I'd think- She
stopped, as if a conclusion of the sentence
might make trouble.
He did though !" cried 'Lias proud-
ly.
What will you do with your money ?"
I don't know," answered the boy, "just
yet. 1 guess I'll give you a nickel now and
then."
"I'll be so glad. I need a bottle of ink
now, and I can't ask mother, I know she's
got to pay oat so much."
'Lias.put his hand over the nickel in his
pocket. He could hardly make up his mind
to give it to his sister, for he had resolved on
buying Jennie a little present.
Say," he said hurriedly, don't ask me
any questions, an' I'll give you a five-center."





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


"Only one?" answered his sister, with
raised hand. Did you steal it ?"
"No !" screamed 'Lias. Me steal !"
"Then I'll take it." And as the money
touched her palm, "Thank you."
Supper is ready," called their mother.
"I'm so hungry, mother," said 'Lias,
"I could chew anything."
"You're always hungry," laughed his
sister.
He noticed when the pies were passed in
some quaint little blue plates, with pictures
of Dublin upon them, that his sister and
mother had a pie apiece, while he had two.
His first thought was how nice they were,
and then a notion of his selfishness crept
into his thoughts. He cut the last pie in
three pieces, and rising, he put a piece in
each plate.
"That's fair," he said, smiling.
Something has come over 'Lias," mur-





'Lias Fails to See Jack.


mured his mother, but she took the little
squat cream jug and poured him an extra
allowance over his pie.
Then there came the cooling evening,
when the single lamp sent out a merry
twinkle from the white, drawn curtain;
when the big jar of flowers under his fa-
ther's portrait filled the room with per-
fume; when his mother sat in her cane-
seated rocker and darned the stockings.
Marilly, his sister, swung in her chair,
thumbing her book of Mother Goose:
See saw, Margery Daw,
Johnny shall have a new master;
He shall have but a cent a day,
Because he can't work any faster."

How the words hung in 'Lias' ears I He
moved about collecting his books. His
mother watched him placidly.
"It looks like somebody was going to
school," she said.





'Lias Fails to See Jack. 43

"If you don't care," answered 'Lias
humbly, I will be glad as ever I could be.
"Mother," said 'Lias, as he opened the
door to his little room, will you wake me
early? I want to go up to Father White's."
Dear me," cried the old lady in a flut-
ter, what is he going to do ?"
Marilly told her, and her mother took off
her spectacles to dry them.
"If 'Lias does grow up good I'll be a
happy woman."





44 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


CHAPTER III.

'LIAS SPENDS ANOTHER BUSY DAY.

'LIAS did not need any one to wake him
the next morning. For the first time in his
life he saw the sun rise, and felt that he
could not stay longer in bed.
He had a notion of how he could sur-
prise his mother by having her fire ready.
He slipped out very quietly, dressed him-
self, and just had a roaring fire in the stove
when who should walk in but his mother
with her milk and cups.
Her skirts were wet with dew, and her
thin hands were blue with the chill air of
an early spring morning.
She was surprised to see the fire, and said
so as she hovered over the warmth.





'Lias endss Another Busy Day.


How early do you get out of bed, moth-
er ?"
"I try to get my milking over by half-
past five, but I'm out of bed by five."
"And Marilly and me sleep until half-
past six, when you call us to breakfast."
"It's an old sayin' that children need
more sleep than old people," answered his
mother, smiling.
'Lias noted the chill fingers and the wet
shoes.
"Do you like getting up early, moth-
er 1"
Now you are askin' close questions ; but
to tell the truth, it needs all my work to
bring me out of bed early these mornings.
Some way I don't sleep good in the fore part
of the night, my knees hurt so."
'Lias straightened up and caught sight of
himself in the looking-glass above the wash
sink. It gave him a pang. He did not look






46 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.

like the other boys. He was fat and lumpy.
His coat had all the dust and soil of yes-
terday upon it. One suspender was broken,
and his shirt-collar was inside next to his
neck. His hair was long enough to twist;
the boys had told him so often, but he had
never noticed it.
He picked up the water-pail and went to
the pump.
"Here's water, mother," he called cheer-
fully.
Why, this is a regular treat," she an-
swered.
He searched about for soap, and filling
the bowl, he, scoured himself thoroughly.
Mother, how can I get my hair cut ?"
"Why, I used to 'tend to it. But I've so
much work to do now, that I don't know
when I'll get time."
"If I hurry home from Father's will you
show me how to help, so you can have time





'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


this evening And, mother, please give me
my Sunday shirt."
Child alive!" exclaimed the startled
mother; "I never heard you talk so much
in my life."
Presently breakfast was ready, and Marilly
was called. She came down sleepily, rubbing
her eyes to find 'Lias with coat and trousers
brushed, his shoes shining, a white shirt
on, and his hair plastered tightly behind his
ears with vigorous brushings.
"What's the matter with 'Lias ?" she
asked in amazement.
'Lias pointed a fat forefinger at her and
chanted:
Zany, Zany, Zaddle Pate
Went to bed early,
And got up late."

Well, you never could say that before,"
growled Marilly.
Come, children, this morning is too pleas-





48 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.

ant to me to have you quarrel. See what
lovely eggs old Buff gave us for breakfast;
they're white as snow, and we've two apiece
and a bit of toast. Then it will soon be
time for 'Lias to be at Father White's."
"I think everything has an extra taste
this morning, mother; don't you ?"
I've got a notion so; but I haven't
made out the reason."
I know why 'Lias finds everything
good," said Marilly.
"Why ?" asked her brother innocent-
ly.
"Because you washed your face," an-
swered his sister sharply.
For a minute war was near, but by judi-
cious side talking Mrs. Leveve brought back
peace.
What do you suppose we have in the
hay-mow this morning' V"
The children could not guess, and she





'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


said, Old Domineck has five chicks, just
out of the shell."
Marilly dropped her fork, and away she ran
to see the newcomers. 'Lias came to his feet
slowly, intending to see them, too. His
mother held up a warning finger and looked
at the clock.
I'll be switched !" exclaimed 'Lias. A
quarter to seven."
He looked disconsolately at an egg and
the firm, yellow butter, but finally he was off
and walking at a fair pace.
"Look-a-here !" cried Jack Hahn to
Johnny Dillon ; see old puddin'-legs a-trav-
ellin'. I'll bet there's something' good to eat
at the other end o' the track."
Let's foller him," said John eagerly.
They scuttled down the street, imitating
'Lias as he hurried on in his waddling way.
Hello !" called Jack Hahn. "Your legs
are running' away with you."





50 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.

'Lias did not answer, but his face flushed
when Dillon laughed.
Take time, sonny," said the latter pom-
pously.
'Lias turned off into the long grass-grown
street towards the Father's house.
"Where, are you a-goin' ?" cried Jack
Hahn in surprise.
I'm goin' to Father White's ; won't you
go ?" But they were gone. Beside being a
little afraid of Father White, they were de-
cidedly quarrelsome about their views of re-
ligion, and called the Catholic school-children
" cat-lickers," while the latter called them in
return pig-eaters" and fire-eaters."
"I see," said 'Lias to himself, "that
I must keep close watch or I shall fail
somewhere in my promises to do bet-
ter."
Father White was standing on his door-
step, with one eye studying his plants and






'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


the other on the lookout for 'Lias, for he
said, as the boy turned the corner:
Oh, here you are; and have you had
breakfast? Yes?"
He broke off a rosebud and handed it -to
'Lias.
"A few flowers make good companions,
and give one healthy employment beside."
The boy thought of wonderful Jack-be-
Nimble.
Suddenly he said to Father White, "Fa-
ther, do you have any faith in dreams ?"
"Oh, yes, my child; the same faith I
have when I'm awake, I'm sure."
"I don't mean that, Father. Do you
think dreams ever come true ?"
The good priest looked at him with a quiz-
zical smile.
You've been eating too much for supper,
and have suffered the penalty. But-my
horse has not breakfasted."





52 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.

'Lias started; he had allowed himself to
fall to pondering over nothing right under
Father White's eyes.
I'm ready, Father," he said.
He was really afraid of the tall bay horse
that turned his head from side to side to
watch every movement the boy made.
The priest stood watching them a minute.
I think you'll do. Now be careful in
leading him to his water-trough and do not
frighten him, or he will break away from
you and give us trouble."
'Lias went on correctly enough. He took
the halter and led the horse out of the
stable to the well. As he tried to pump the
animal thrust its nose impatiently against
his arm, and the restless feet beat fiercely
against the ground. 'Lias raised the halter's
end and slapped the horse's nose; he reared
up, jerking the strap from the boy's hand,
and started on a plunging run about the





'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


priest's garden and yard. The boy ran
frantically after him, but he saw the salad-bed,
the onions, and the young tomato plants
crushed down, and, to his horror, he saw
that the horse had jarred open the gate that
led to the Father's flower-beds.
Away went the tearing hoofs, and as soon
as 'Lias could he ran around to head him
off. He almost screamed when he saw the
rare pink tea-rose uprooted and dangling
from the bay's mouth.
"Hey, there !" cried a stern voice, and
Father White ran out in great excitement.
"What does this mean?" he asked 'Lias
severely.
He jerked away from me," answered he,
with bent head.
The priest spoke to the horse quietly, at
the same time approaching him. He caught
the halter with a firm hand, and, leading the
horse to the stable, fastened the door securely.





54 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.

'Lias was still standing by the flower-
beds. All his dreams were gone. He had
been careless, had broken his promise, and
now Father White would never let him help
him again. He thought once of going away
and not even saying one word of apology,
then his eyes saw the poor torn rose-bush.
He took his knife, removed all the broken
branches, straightened out the roots, and
with careful hands replaced it firmly in its
former home.
He was not aware that the priest was
watching him, until a kind voice ex-
claimed :
There, that has saved you. If you can
do that so well and carefully, you can be of
use."
'Lias stood up and said tremblingly:
Father, I hit the horse on the nose. I
forgot what you said."
Ah 'Lias, these forgots' if we could





'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


just put them out of our lives, how much
more perfect our lives would be !"
The boy looked up. Father White's eyes
were lifted to the deep blue of the western
sky, and were filled with a look of pathetic
earnestness.
"We all forget many things," he con-
tinued, "and I shall not be too severe."
He laughed. I shall punish you by insist-
ing that you attend Mass."
He went to the chapel, and 'Lias, after he
had arranged some other torn plants, went
reluctantly enough to Mass.
He was wanted again after that was over,
and his new friend pointed out to him some
plants he wanted removed to other beds.
'Lias listened attentively, and went about
his work slowly and carefully.
It was nearly 'Lias' dinner-time when the
work was finished. He stood on the walk
a minute, hesitating about telling the Father





56 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.

he had completed his task, but finally ven-
tured into his study, and said, Is there
anything more, Father ?"
The priest looked at him kindly. "No,
not to-day; but come to-morrow; a little
earlier, if possible, would suit my horse's
appetite better. I've been looking at you
now and then as you bedded my plants, and
I am pleased with you. To-day we will settle
with this, and do not spend it foolishly."
He laid a new, shining silver quarter of a
dollar in 'Lias' hand.
"All this, Father?" he cried joyous-
ly.
"That is little enough," laughed the
priest; but you see I'm not rich."
'Lias returned home speedier than he went
away in the morning, and, I am sorry to say,
almost made himself sick by eating an enor-
mous amount of victuals.
He felt stupid after, but it did not keep





'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


him from asking his mother every five min-
utes:
Ain't you glad I'm making money ?"
He called Turk after awhile, and together
they strolled through the clover lot to a
sunny place in a corner by the stables. 'Lias
made believe to be hunting rats as busily as
Turk, but it was not long before he was
sound asleep, with Turk snuffing and growl-
ing under the stable-sill.
It was no wonder, then, that Jack-be-
Nimble found him so easy, but he cried:
"I'm really tired trying to keep up with you.
I'm so tired I can't jump. I've got news for
you. Our queen, who knows everything,
has great hopes of you. She thinks you'd
better turn your attention to finances alto-
gether. We need a new financier in the
kingdom."
'Lias stared and asked, What is a fine-
fine- ?"





58 'Mias Spends Another Busy Day.

"Financier," completed Jack. "It's a
man to look after our money, a real clever,
thoroughly honest man. It's quite a re-
sponsibility, I can tell you. I had control
of it once, but fell under the queen's dis-
pleasure by misplacing a sixpence. The
books wouldn't balance, and for awhile I
was in great distress, and they had just
sent for the chopper to chop off my head,
when along came the crooked man who
found the crooked sixpence, and it was
the missing one, so, of course, my honor
w vindicated; but really it's a place for
a person of more than ordinary capacity
for thought."
'Lias felt proud, and said so.
"Well, you may feel that way; but it's
an unanswered question to me whether the
honor and profit pays one for so many weary
years. Dear me! I must have been chief
financier for fifty years."





'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


"Is the queen very rich ?" asked 'Lias,
feeling after his quarter.
"Dear me, yes," cried Jack, beginning
to grow restless in the absence of his usual
exercise. There's all the eggs of gold that
she recovered, and the rings the old woman
wore at Banbury Cross, the crown that King
Arthur wore when he made the famous pud-
ding, and-well, really, I think I'm telling
court secrets." And he put his finger on
his lip.
But I shall have to know anyhow if I
take care of it," insisted the boy.
"That's so," said Jack thoughtfully.
But how do you like work? Isn't it true
that you can pick up money by being care-
ful to keep your eyes open as you dig and
delve ?"
"I made a quarter to-day," smiled 'Lias.
"Now that's success. 'Dig and delve,'
that's a motto. There's a fellow with us





60 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.

now who has a heap of money because he
picks up what other people drop. He even
saved the courtesy that the maiden dropped
on Primrose Hill. Oh, he is saving !"
I'm going to work for the Father to-mor-
row, too," said 'Lias.
See," cried Jack, if I hadn't a-set you
to thinking about stirring around you
wouldn't be off the door-step yet. But
stay !"-Jack struck another attitude-
"you're not so fat. You're growing thin."
I do hope so," answered the boy earnest-
ly.
But that head," resumed Jack sadly,
" that hair You must really journey over
our way. We've got a barber there, a kind
soul, who shaves pigs, and charges only a
pinch of snuff. I dare say he'd fix your
head in no time."
Mother's going to cut my hair," an-
swered 'Lias.





'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


"That's prudent," said the restless little
man, and saving. You won't have to pay
her anything."
This sounded unpleasant to 'Lias, and he
thought to himself, I wish he'd go."
And so I will," snapped Jack instantly.
"I can hear what you think; but I'll see
you later."
The boy looked after him as he leaped
over weeds and rails and stones, until a great
leaf got in the way and he was lost sight of.
He thought a long time, but all the time
somewhere near he heard low laughter and
suppressed giggles. There was something
awful crawling about his neck, but his
hands would not obey him. He tried to call
out, but no sound came. Nearer around to
his ear came the awful, crawling thing. He
made a great effort, and leaped back into
wakefulness and every-day life, and there
was Jack Hahn giggling on the fence.





62 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


"I've been a-ticklin' your neck an' nose
fur an hour," he cried. "You're the queer-
est feller. I don't know when I've laughed
so."
'Lias felt for his quarter; it was gone.
His face grew white, and he felt sick of
disappointment.
"Jack Hahn," he cried hoarsely, "you've
stole my money !"
"I never !" screamed Jack.
'Lias came closer. "Give it to me;
you've got it."
"You just dare," said Jack, "to come a
step nearer. Money Where'd you get
money?" he sneered.
'Lias paused. He had been a coward
always at school, the boys said. He had
been cuffed and laughed at until he was
thoroughly cowed. He felt afraid Jack might
hit him.
The other boy saw the look on his face.





'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.


Coward !" he cried, and he picked up a
piece of earth and flung it in 'Lias' face.
Jack could never tell why nor how, nor
neither could 'Lias, but there were arms and
le s and heads tangled for awhile, and when
it was over two bloody noses and the pri-
vate opinion of each that the other was
whipped.
"Do you want more ?" cried 'Lias.
Ain't you got enough ?" yelled Jack.
But there was a diversion here. Turk
was trying to give 'Lias something he had in
his mouth, and when the excited and trem-
bling boy could hold out his hand, Turk
dropped the quarter into it.
It came to 'Lias slowly: the fact that he
was wrong, that he had accused a friend of
stealing his money, and that that friend
was innocent. Just as slowly the idea
followed that he must make amends.
"Say," he blurted out, "I oughtn't to





64- 'Lias Spends Another Busy Day.

have said that. I'll give you some marbles
to-morrow if you won't be mad."
Jack rubbed his nose and grinned.
"All right," he said; "but, gee! who'd
a-thought you'd fight ?"





',Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.


CHAPTER IV.

'LIAS MAKES A NEW ACQUAINTANCE.

'LIAS was not at all proud of his encoun-
ter with Jack Hahn; instead he was heartily
ashamed of it.
When his sister asked him how his face
received so many scratches, and what made
his eyes so swollen, he did not answer at
all, and Marilly told Mrs. Leveve that 'Lias
was sulking again. He felt degraded, and
wanted to clear himself mentally and morally
of some incubus that he could not name or
explain. He simply felt as if some awful
weight was upon him. He could not enjoy
his supper, although his mother had a dish
of the clearest honey, with slices of bread
that were white and fine.





66 'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.

Have you worked too hard to-day,
'Lias ?" anxiously asked Mrs. Leveve. "It
seems to me you're not hearty as usual."
I'm not sick. I just feel like I couldn't
eat."
You ain't used to such hard work. It
was extremely hot to-day. I see your eyes
are puffed up."
"I don't feel a bit sick," insisted 'Lias.
It don't do to try to do too much at once."
I've been asleep all afternoon, and then
Jack Hahn and-"
He paused, wishing he did not have that
sentence commenced.
I wish you wouldn't go with that boy,"
complained Mrs. Leveve.
We had a fight this afternoon," blurted
'Lias.
A fight !" gasped Mrs. Leveve.
A fight!" cried Marilly. Who whip-
ped 9"





'Lias Mates a New Acquaintance.


I did," answered the boy firmly.
0 'Lias, you've always been a trial,
but I didn't think you'd go to fighting,"
moaned his mother.
Then Marilly made him go over the pro-
ceedings of the afternoon, while she smiled
gleefully over the recital.
"I just had a notion you'd let a baby
whip you, 'Lias." She looked at him al-
most admiringly. I wonder if you could
whip Pauly Venty?"
"He's bigger than I am," the boy said.
He's not so heavy," insisted Marilly.
"Fighting's a disgrace," quavered Mrs.
Leveve.
A boy's got to fight sometimes."
"And a sin," resumed the mother.
"I don't like to fight, mother; don't
worry," said 'Lias consolingly.
Marilly looked disappointed. "I'd like
you to whip Pauly. He said to-day that I





68 'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.

looked like a turkey egg, and said you was
not worth your salt; that you couldn't even
feed Father White's horse."
A flash came into 'Lias' pale-blue eyes.
Marilly, hush up!" exclaimed Mrs.
Leveve. I never saw such a girl, a-trying
to make trouble between friends."
Marilly subsided, but kept up a running.
conversation of signals with 'Lias.
'Lias tried to avoid any conversation
about the fight, and hunted around until he
found a catalogue of plants, over which he
spent an hour, asking his mother about roses,
and telling her about Father White's plants.
"I've got some tea-roses," mused Mrs.
Leveve, but they need fixing up and prun-
ing. I didn't know you cared for flowers,
'Lias."
I do though."
When eight o'clock sounded from the old
brass clock he picked up his belongings





'Lias AraRes a New Acquaintance.


and put them away neatly. His mother
was dozing in her chair.
"Mother," called 'Lias, "wake me,
won't you, to start the fire ?"
"You ?" said Marilly.
"We're growing old enough to help
mother. Father White says if we'd just do
little things we'd soon learn how helpful
we could be."
Marilly looked thoughtful.
"I don't believe mother would let me
help," she said.
"Don't believe that," returned 'Lias, as
he closed his room door.
A slow rain set in through the night,
the fore part of which had been so clear
and beautiful. The steady rhythmic down-
pour smoothed all care creases from 'Lias'
forehead. Never before had he found the
bed so comfortable nor the clean comforts
and spreads so warm and inviting.





70 'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.

The great clock in his mother's room
was striking. 'Lias raised his head. One,
two, three, four, he counted.
"I can sleep an hour," he thought.
"Mother wants to be up at five."
He peered out the window; no sign of
day, not even the faintest streak of dawn;
but the rain was pouring down with a patter
on walks, in barrels, and in the cistern.
"Ugh !" shivered 'Lias, burying himself
in the covers.
It was not four, as he thought, but five
o'clock, and already Mrs. Leveve was plac-
ing her kindling in the kitchen stove.
When she awakened at five, her first
thought was to call her son when she heard
the rain pouring down. She felt weak and
stiff of joints, but old habits asserted them-
selves.
Dear me 1 right just as well go at it;
I couldn't sleep," she thought.





'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.


'Lias did not awaken again until the
dishes rattling brought to him some mem-
ory of work to do. He sprang from bed
and rushed into the sitting-room to see the
clock.
"Half-past six!" he cried. "Mother,
why did you let me sleep ?"
"It's such a bad morning, and you can
come right in and eat. You won't be
late."
"Where's Marilly ?" 'Lias was half
afraid she would be up.
I haven't called her. I'll just wait on
you, and let you get off to Father White's."
'Lias was too hurried to enjoy breakfast.
He jerked on his coat, and picking up his
hat, was off, leaving his mother calling
about an umbrella.
If he walked quickly the morning before,
he ran now, a steady, splashing gait that
brought him to the priest's house ten





72 'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.

minutes before seven. He took the key
from the housekeeper in a business-like
way, and she told him that Father White
would be busy for some time, but that he
('Lias) was to come to the house in the
afternoon.
'Lias was very careful this time. He ar-
ranged the hay as the priest had shown
him, and put the corn and oats in their
separate boxes. Then he took the bay out
to the trough, and gave him his supply of
water. As he led the prancing animal back
he was astonished to hear a voice say :
"Hello! how long have you been work-
ing here ?"
I commenced yesterday," answered
'Lias, wondering who the questioner could
be.
"Ain't that horse a beauty ?" exclaimed
the man with fervor.
Yes, he is, affirmed the boy.





'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.


I'd think Father White would be afraid
to ride such an animal, he bein' kind of
staid and old."
"He knows Father White," thought
'Lias.
He led the horse on towards his stable,
but for some reason, try as he might, he
could not unclasp the catch at the door.
The man was over the fence in an instant.
"I'll open it," he cried. "That horse
a-prancin' that way, of course you couldn't
open it."
He went in the stable and stared about
with curious eyes.
That's his saddle, I reckon, and bridle,
an' all hung right to hand, an' neat as neat
can be. An' what a saddle! Fine ? I just
reckon." He investigated further. "Road
cart, top buggy. Lord how some folks
can have the fat of the land while beggars
starve." He shook his head and scowled.





74 'Lias Makes a New Acquarntance.

"I reckon Father White locks all this up
mighty securely.'
Of course," answered 'Lias.
The man walked over and inspected the
door fastening. He laughed loudly.
"Just what I expected-worse than no
lock at all. I bet he uses one of those old
flat keys." He looked at 'Lias interroga-
tively.
"Here's the key," answered the boy.
" I must lock up now."
"Lemme see; I'll lock the door," said
the stranger. He laughed again. "Yes,
easy to open as falling off a log."
He put his hand in his pocket and started
towards the fence.
Give me the key !" cried 'Lias.
"The key ?" The man looked aston-
ished. Why, did I put that key in my
pocket? How careless I" He pulled out a
handful of keys and looked over them care-





'Lias HAakes a New Acqu&aintance.


fully. "There you are," he said at last.
"It's nearly like some of my keys. I had
to look sharp. Well, good-by-good-by.
Maybe I'll see you again." He went away
laughing.
'Lias knocked at the housekeeper's door
and gave her the key.
Will Father White need me for any-
thing else this morning '" asked 'Lias.
"No; but be sure to come about two
o'clock this afternoon."
I will," answered the boy.
He saw the stranger far down the street
as he came out of the priest's gate, and
when he turned into the one running home-
ward he saw the man going in at his mothh
her's gate.
He came out directly and walked rapidly
towards the hollow that was given over to
negro cabins and dense groves of swamp wil-
low.





76 'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.


"Who was that man?" he asked his
mother.
Just a tramp," answered she placidly.
"That's queer," thought 'Lias.
He felt there was something to think out,
but he could not manage it, and finally for-
got all about it.
Up at the priest's house the forenoon was
drawing to a close when there came a sick
call some miles out in the country.
Father White hastened to the stable after
he had secured his key. Turn as he mightand
shake and rattle the clasp would not unlock.
"This is not my key to the stable," he
called to the housekeeper.
It is the one the little boy gave me, Fa-
ther," answered the woman.
SI'll get the one I keep in my desk,"
said the priest. "It's lucky I did that. I'm
always afraid of losing the other or having
it misplaced."





'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.


He was soon ready, and said: "Tell my
boy to wait for me if I'm not here before he
comes."
'Lias came in early, and as the priest was
absent he cut up some few weeds about the
garden and tied up some vines lying on the
ground.
He was busy quite awhile before he saw
the priest coming up the street. He hasten-
ed to open the stable-door, that he might
earn some word of praise.
"How did you happen to change keys
this morning asked Father White. "A
nice time you gave me to get Bay Joe out of
the stable."
I didn't change keys, Father," answer-
ed 'Lias.
The priest looked at him curiously.
I know," muttered 'Lias ; it was that
man."
What man "





78 'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.

Slowly and by hard work, as he after.
wards said, Father White drew out the story
of the man who was so curious about the
horse and his belongings.
"He kept my key, then, and gave you
one of his own," mused Father White.
He said the key was so like some of his
own, he couldn't tell them apart, Father."
The priest smiled. I dare say," was his
comment. He studied awhile, then said:
"'Lias, run ask your mother if you can
stay all night with me. I may need
you, and you will, no doubt, see that man
again."
Although he did not understand in the
least, he went dutifully. His mother was
quite excited over such an event as 'Lias.
being invited out for the night, and kept
him a good half hour to change his clothes
and to caution him how he should behave.
The priest had a bit of work laid out for





'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.


'Lias. The rain had made the garden ready
for the cabbage plants and young tomatoes.
'Lias went about the work slowly, but Father
White saw he was working conscientiously,
and so left him to look after the business
alone. The priest nailed up the outer door
of the stable that opened into the alley,
and 'Lias could not understand why Father
White should send him to lead Bay Joe to
a neighbor's stable for the night.
'Lias was astonished when he sat down
to tea with the priest. Some dim percep-
tion of the epigram, We eat to live, nqt
live to eat," filtered into his brain. .:H.
wondered if the Father was very poor. 'Lias
climbed up to the little room assigned him,
and the housekeeper showed him that one
of its doors opened into her room, if he felt
afraid.
"I'm not afraid," answered 'Lias ; "but I
feel chilly."





80 'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.

He missed the cheery fire his mother al-
ways kindled on cool evenings or in damp
weather.
He lay awake for a long time, and it
seemed to him he had not slept at all when
Father White stood over him.
Come with me," he whispered.
'Lias drowsily obeyed, not realizing where
he was.
Shake yourself awake," said the priest
as they went down-stairs, "and make as
little noise as possible."
He blew the light out and opened the door
cautiously. They kept in the shadow of
fruit-trees, and as 'Lias gathered his scat-
tered ideas he saw two men walking silent
as cats behind them. It gave him a start,
but Father White pressed his hand warn-
ingly.
They skirted the fence, and the two men
placed themselves to the left of the door.





'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.


To his surprise 'Lias saw that the door was
slightly opened.
The priest and the men seemed to be lis-
tening intently, and 'Lias listened also. He
heard something moving in the stable, and
presently a bump, followed by some words
growled out in a savage undertone.
There was a long silence, then a match
was scratched, and a faint glare of light came
through the door. There was an exclama-
tion of surprise.
Rapid footsteps sounded now, and a
man dashed out. His arms were caught
by the two men who were stationed at the
* door.
Is this your man, Father White ?" one
of them asked, as he opened a lantern slide
and turned the light upon the prisoner's
face.
Is this the man you saw this morning ?"
asked the priest of 'Lias.





82 'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.

"Yes, Father," answered the boy.
The man looked at him spitefully. You
hain't such a fool as you looks to be," he
said, grinning.
"We'll not keep you up, Father," said
one of the men laconically. Good-night."
The other paused. We will need you in
the morning awhile. We may get some
light on the many robberies going on for the
year past," he added in a low tone.
Father White nodded. "I thought of
that," he said.
If the priest slept that night 'Lias did
not, and in the morning he felt sick and
giddy.
Then he was up to give in his evidence,
which he did clearly, though he was half
frightenedd to death. As he walked home he
found himself an object of much attention.
"That's him a-comin'," cried one boy,
who had been used to fling mud and bad





'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.


words at him. See how swollen his eyes
are. I'll bet he had a hard time catching'
that robber."
That's 'Lias Leveve," explained another
boy to a youngster who was unknown to
'Lias. He's been takin' care of things for
the priest. Las' night he heard a noise at
the stable, and there was a man leading' out
the priest's horse. 'Lias grabbed him and
yelled, and the man tried to shoot him, but
'Lias caught his pistol hand, and some fel-
lers heard and run in just in time to save
him. I tell you he's game."
Veley, the cobbler, came out of his shop
door wiping his hands on his leather apron.
He was a wiry, nervous old man.
"Shake hands !" he cried to 'Lias, peer-
ing over his spectacles. "I kind a-thought
you daft in time past, but I see you have got
sand. You're brave, an' have done us a pub-
lic good. I'm proud you b'long to Millville."





84 'Lias Makes a New Acquaintance.


"I hain't done nothing, mumbled 'Lias.
"True sign of greatness. A great man
never blows about it. Go home; I hear your
mother's almost insane."
.Earlier Mrs. Hahn had turned her blue-
checked apron over her head and run
breathlessly over to Mrs. Leveve.
"Dear me !" she cried, I don't believe
in leaving' people unprepared for bad news.
Brace up, you poor woman! 'Lias has been
hurt bad, but he hain't dead."
When 'Lias reached home the air resound-
ed with wailings, and he wondered why his
mother hugged him so frantically.
"And you're alive ?" asked Mrs. Hahn
disappointedly.
"I hain't no idea of dyin'," declared
'Lias.





'Lias Tries to Explain Gircumstanoes, 85


CHAPTER V.

'LIAS TRIES TO EXPLAIN CIRCUMSTANCES.

WHERE did he hit you, dear?" sobbed
Mrs. Leveve.
Who hit me ? I haven't been hit."
"You poor boy! and the only boy I've
got, too," she wailed, not hearing 'Lias at
all.
Mother, I tell you I haven't been hurt,
nor hurt anybody, nor there hain't nothing
wrong, 'cept I'm hungry enough to starve.
I know I couldn't be a priest; my health
would go in no time."
Mrs. Hahn said you was killed," sobbed
Mrs. Leveve, looking at him cautiously.
No," corrected Mrs. Hahn; I said he
was hurt, but not dead."





86 'Lias Tries to Explain Circumstances.

Well, I hain't hurt nor dead," returned
:Lias.
Mrs. Leveve recovered rapidly.
"I know you're hungry. Come right
into the kitchen."
She looked at Mrs. Hahn somewhat con-
temptuously.
"Stay awhile, Marthy, I'll be in di-
rectly."
No, I can't; I left my breakfast dishes,"
returned her neighbor, with a crimson face.
"I'm glad you are not hurt, 'Lias, I'm
sure," she said.
So am I, but I believe everybody's gone
crazy."
'Lias ate until he felt he could not safely
eat any more.
Now I want to hear all about this talk,"
said Mrs. Leveve.
'Lias went carefully over the events of the
night and the previous morning





'Lias Tries to Explain Circumstances. 87

"Now you see, mother, I did not do any
great deed nor get hurt."
What scandalizers some people can be!"
ruminated Mrs. Leveve. To think I gave
that villain one of my nicest coffee-cakes."
It won't hurt him, mother."
"I guess you'll be going to school Mon-
day, and not work for Father White ?"
I am going to school and work, too. I
wouldn't give either one up. I've got one
sin, mother, I must get rid of or I can't
accomplish anything, and Father White
keeps me stirred up. He says I can't talk
properly, and that as long as I am too lazy
to study I will be called stupid. If my
hands are soiled he makes me wash them,
or if I am not neat any way, I know that I
must make myself presentable before I can
talk to him."
"But you've always been so unhealthy.
There's your heart always a-troublin' you."




88 'Lias Tries to Explain Circumstances.

"I feel ever so much better than I ever
felt before." 'Lias laughed a little and add-
ed, "I think I was lazier than unhealthy,
mother; I never failed to eat."
That's not always a sign of health, hearty
appetites. Your grandmother took her six
cups of coffee and four or five eggs, not to
say anything about the biscuit and cake
she'd eat each meal, yet she never had a
well day."
"No wonder," laughed her son, as he
thought of his grandmother's width and
weight.
To-morrow I'm going into the class pre-
paring for First Communion," said 'Lias.
Mrs. Leveve sighed. "It's best, I guess.
I haven't been in the chapel here for years,
but I reckon if you get to stirring' round so
as to help, that I'll try to get back in my
church again. Marilly's set on taking les-
sons on the piano if the priest can have the





'Lias Tries to Explain Circumstances. 89

Sisters here, so I reckon it'll come out all
right."
What's the good of Marilly taking mu-
sic lessons V" grumbled 'Lias.
Oh, they're all saying' how well she
sings an' all, and Miss Blethins thinks her
a real wonder; says she's so bright for her
age; says she's equal to any of her age in
the cities. Miss Blethins knows, for she's
lived in the city always. I've seen her name
on programmes, too, in the church societies.
She sings mighty well."
"Music's good enough in its place," said
'Lias with an air; "but what we need is
an actual living these times, and how to get
it is the question."
That's true," murmured his mother.
"I heard Father White talking to a
farmer the other day, asking how he was do-
ing, and if he was putting in any crop. The
man said he intended planting nearly all his





90 'Lias Tries to Explain Circumstances.

little bit of land in onions and Irish pota-
toes; that onions always sold well, and that
there had been such poor potatoes raised for
two years, that a good price might be ex-
pected this year, if one could raise good
ones."
"Yes," murmured his mother as 'Lias
paused; "but what of that ?"
It's that clover lot of an acre and a half,"
smiled 'Lias; "I want to put potatoes in it."
Mrs. Leveve held up her hands.
"What would I do with Star I"
"There's the grass in the pasture along
the creek."
It's so far to go to milk."
"I'll bring her to you nights, and take
her out in the mornings."
She shook her head doubtingly.
"Just think, mother"-'Lias talked very
seriously-" April is nearly over, and I had
best get them out in the dark of the moon





'Lias Tries to Explain Circumstances. 91

that's what that farmer said to do. School's
out first of June, and I'll be idle and stupid
unless I have work to do. Father White says
he's seen boys of my age support a small
family, and I'm not going to be.called a stu-
pid, lazy boy any longer. I can soon make
enough to pay for the ploughing of the
ground, and I know I can keep the weeds
out."
We'll talk it over.' Mrs. Leveve picked
up her cup towel. "I'll have to see the
profit in it before I touch that clover field."
It was only a question of a few days until
she came to think as her son wished her to,
and if 'Lias had any desire to back out of
hard labor, he felt that he had literally
burned his bridges behind him.
Jack Hahn's father would break the field
up for the small price of a dollar a day,
and 'Lias thought it would cost him no
more than two dollars anyway. Just where





92 'Lias Tries to Explain Circumstances.

he was to find the seed was another ques-
tion. He did a large visiting among his older
acquaintances for two or three weeks, inter-
viewing about specialties in potatoes and
the planting of them.
Old men who had never thought of him
twice said that he was getting to be a likely
boy, and various odd jobs fell into his hands.
He had a dollar put by that he had earned
at Father's White's, but it was to pay for
the ploughing.
One day he was at the Mills grocery, with
the vexing problem in his mind of where was
he to get potatoes to plant.
See here, 'Lias," said Mr. Mills, here's
a man wants to trade off potatoes for
work in a truck patch. Maybe that's your
chance."
The man studied 'Lias. I want a quick
and careful hand, to rise early and work
late."





'Lias Tries to Explain Circumstances. 93

If Father White will let me off for two
days I will try to please you, sir." 'Lias
spoke firmly.
See about it quickly then; I want to be
leaving town in an hour."
'Lias was forced to hurry as he had never
done before. The lazy 'Lias rebelled and
exclaimed, "What's the use of all this
flurry? Mother's not suffering. It's just as
easy to live poor as to try to be always
pushing to make something."
Then the new 'Lias would argue: "You
are growing up, and you're ignorant and
poor. Your chances are all passing. If you
don't study you'll be a dunce; if you won't
work you'll never be anything but poor."
Father White thought it a good plan,
and said some good words of encourage-
ment to the boy.
"I'll keep your place here for you," he
called after 'Lias. .





94 'Lias Tries to tsplain Circumstances.

As he sat in the farm wagon jolting along
the rough country roads, he felt very little
enthusiasm over his new venture. Mr.
Blaudet, his employer, was brusque and
overbearing. The weather was a little chill
for April, and as soon as the farm was
reached he was ordered to take out the
horses, water them, feed them, and report
for supper.
'Lias was unused to such work, and but
for a negro pottering about the stable would
have found it difficult to unharness the
team and be ready by the time the bell
clanged its call for supper.
The food was plentiful enough, but the
boy missed his dainty dishes that his mother
prepared so easily.
He could not eat much, and, rising, asked
to be excused.
"Can't you eat our rations asked
Blaudet roughly.





'Lias Tries to Exprtan circumstances. 95

I'm not hungry to-night," answered
'Lias.
Go into the kitchen and be cutting' po-
tatoes for to-morrow's planting, ordered
his employer.
'Lias shifted uneasily from foot to foot,
his face flushed, and he looked appealingly
at a Swede with a kind face who sat next
him at supper. He raised his eyebrows in.
terrogatively, rising at the same time.
My appetite's failed, too," he said coolly.
One can't eat much of such a rich repast."
Some of the men laughed, but the others
looked rigid; Blaudet frowned.
"Come on," said Matthias to the boy;
"there's one time to do a thing here, and
that's all the time."
In the kitchen were four barrels of pota-
toes.
"This is our pleasant little recreation be-
fore bedtime. When we're through we can





96 'Lias Tries to Explain Circumstances.

sleep the sleep of the just. Don't know
how ? So I thought. Well, you've got a
mighty few minutes to learn in. Blaudet
will come out in no time. See," and he
commenced with careful patience to show
the weary boy how to cut the potatoes to
please Blaudet.
"He splits them so," he explained.
"That makes all the eyes on top in each
piece. You'll be expected to put them just
that way"-he laid the cut upon the floor-
"when you're planting' to-morrow."
'Lias gave it his best attention, and when
Blaudet came out directly he looked sharp-
ly at the work, but said nothing.
From time to time Matthias would put
his cuttings in 'Lias' measure, with an en-
couraging word or smile.
Presently the Swede looked up at Blau-
det. 'Lias was fast asleep, with' his head
against his friend's knee.




University of Florida Home Page
© 2004 - 2010 University of Florida George A. Smathers Libraries.
All rights reserved.

Acceptable Use, Copyright, and Disclaimer Statement
Last updated October 10, 2010 - - mvs