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I.?'The Guardian of the 0 ^ Accolade ? Ol By O. HENRY a! _ ir [Copyright by Doublcdoy, rage & Co.] k f??MnH|OT the least ira?? 4 K^SmwS portuut of the ? S force of the Wey- ' /S k5W\ES M luoutl> hunk was T<) y 1 ^ uncie ltuslirod. I . / ' Tk 1 Sixty yours had 1 1,1 ' ) / [\k Ec Uncle Buslirod 01 / U pS Riven of faithful ^S.( _J service to the house of Weymouth as chattel, servitor nnil friend. Of the color of the mahogany hank furniture was Uncle Buslirod?thus dark was, he externally; white as the 1 ufiinkeik pages of the bank ledgers was his soul. Eminently pleasing to Uncle Jlushrod would the comparison have I been, for lo him the only institution ' in existence worth considering was the Weymouth bank, of which he was | something between porter and general- i Issirno In charge. Weymouth lay, dreamy and umbrageous, among the low foothills along the brow of a southern valley. Three hanks there were In Weymouth- I vllle. Two were hopeless, misguided I enterprises, lacking the presence and prestige of a Weymouth to give them glory. The third was the bunk, munuged by the Wcymouths?uud Uncle Hushrod. In the old Weymouth homestead? the red brick, white portlcoed muuslon, the ilrst to your right us you crossed Elder creek coming into town?lii/ed Mr. Robert Weymouth, the president of the hauls; his widowed daughter, Mrs. Vesey, called "Miss Lctty" by ev' ery one, and her two children, Nnn and Cluy. There also. In a cottage on the grounds, resided Uncle Buslirod ^nnd Aunt Mallndy, his wife. Mr. Willlurn We} mouth, the cashier of the m bank, lived In u modern, tine house on the prlnclpul avenue. Mr. Ilol^crt wus a large, stout man, c* sixty-two years of age. with a smooth, e plfnup fa a, long iron gray liulr and 01 tlery blue eyes. lie was high tempered, kind and generous, with a youth- 0 ful smile and a formidable, stern voice that did not always mean what it ^ sounded tike. Mr. William was a milder man, correct in deportment and ab- , IU sorbed in business. The Weymouths i formed the family of Weymoutlivllle lt)j and were looked up to, as was their ()t right of berltugc. l,( f Uncle Hush rod was the hank's trusted porter, messenger, vassal and guar- j? dian. lie carried a key to the vault, Just ns Mr. Robert and .Mr. William did. Sometimes there was ten. fifteen v, / or twenty thousuud dollars in sacked silver stacked on the vault tlcor. It ju was safe with Uncle llushrod. lie U} was u Weymouth in heart, honesty j1( and pride. ni Of lute Uncle Bushrod had not been w without worry, it w/is on account of tfl Marse Robert. For nearly a year Mr. t?J Robert had been known to Indulge in A too much drink. Not enough, under- (>a stand, to become tipsy, but the habit n| was getting a hold u|H>n him, and ev- ^ ery one was beginning to notice it. Half a dozen times a day he would leave the bank and step around to tho Merchants and Planters' hotel to take ^ a drink. Mr. Robert's unusual keen Judgment and business capacity be- ^j camejt little impaired. Mr. William, a Wdymouth, but not so rich in expert- j ence, tried to dam the inevitable back . llow of tlie tide, but with Incomplete . , success. The de|K>slts In the Wey- uj mouth bank dropped from six figures to five. Past due paper begun to accumulate, owing to injudicious loans. No one cared to address Mr. Robert on the subject of temperance. Many of ' his friends said that the cause of it had * . been the death of his wife some two years before. Others hesitated on ne- ?' count of Mr. Robert's quirk temi>er, 8,1 which was extremely apt to resent per- ^,f sonal interference of such a nature. Mlu? T?r?ir .....I - - SI ...... iuc uuiiurcn noueeu I the change mid grieved about It. Un-1 ole Itushrod also worried, but be was 1 j" one of those who would not have dared 1 j" to remonstrate, though ho and Morse , Robert had been raised almost as com- i n" panlons. Rut there was a heavier 1,1 sho<'k coming to Uncle Huahrod than ' to tliat caused by the bank president's ,ir toddles and Juleps. Mr. Robert had a passion for Ashing, n" which he usually Indulged whenever the season and business permitted. ai1 ffchic day, when reports hud boon coming In relating to the bass and perch, ao he announced his inteutlon of making Wl a two or three days' visit to the Inken. co Ho was going down, ho said, to Reedy : lako with Judgo Archlnard, an old a friend. I EST* * .'.'.4*% 1 / Don't ask us for a ' V ' 4 ^ That offer of $2.( ever produced is j Worth fifty centsg H I Now, Uncle Hush rod was treasurer r the Sons and Daughters of the I urning Ilysh. Every association he Idonged to made him treasurer withlit hesitation. He stood AA1 in col"ed clreles. lie was understood nong them to be Mr. Bushrod Weyouth of the Weymouth bunk. The night following the day on which T. Itobert mentioned his intended ihiug trip the old man woke up and | >.se Hum ins uea ai iz o ciock, aecinrig he must go down to the bank and (teh the passbook of the Sons and augliters, which he had forgotten to ring home. The bookkeeper had bnliced It for him that day, put the cani r. Robert Came Out With a Large Hand Satchel. >led cheeks in it and snapped two astic bands around it. He put but le band around other passbooks. Aunt Malindy objected to the mission : so lute an hour, denouncing it as ollsh and unnecessary, but Uncle uslirod was not to be detlected from Jty. I I fnl.1 T-T 1-? ? ? uunv turn Ol.TICl .IMUIIIII' IlU?MII!t, > said, "to cotnc by here for dat book morrer mawnlii' at schin o'clock for i kynr' it to tie meetin' of de bo'd Tangenients. and dut book gwlne to ? here when she cotne." I So Uncle Bur.hrod put on his old own suit, got his thick hickory stick id meiuidercd through the almost sertod streets of Weynioutlivllle. He itered the bank, unlocking the side >or, and found the passbook where i had left it. in the littlo hack room <ed for private consultations, where i always hung his coat Looking iout casually he saw that everything as as he had left, it and was about i stilt for home when he was brought i u standstill by the sudden rattle of key In the front door. Some one line quickly in. closed the door softly : id entered the counting room through ie door in the Iron railing. That division of the bank's space, as connected with the back room by ! narrow passageway, now in deep irkness. Uncle Bushrod. firmly gripping his ckory stick, tiptoed gently up this issagc until he could see the iuldght intruder into the sacred precincts the Weymouth bank. One dim gas t burned there, but even in its nebous light he perceived at once that e prowler was the bnnk's president.) Wondering, fearful, undecided what do, the old colored man stood momlean In the gloomy strip of liallwuy id waited developments. The vault, with its big iron door, was iposltc him. Inside that was the fe, holding the papers of value, the dd n: I currency of the hank. On " 0 ie floor of the vault was, perhaps. S.tXM) In silver. The president took his key from (lis ickoj, opened the vault and went side, nearly closing the door behind in. Uncle IUishrod saw through the irrow aperture the flicker of a cuiulle. a minute or two?It seemed an hour the watcher?Mr. Robert came out. inging with hhn a large hund satchel, nulling it in a careful but hurried miner, as if fearful that he might be served. With one hand he closed id locked the vault door. With a reluctant theory forming ItIf beneath his wool Undo Hush rod Fitted and watched, shaking in his nccaling shadow. Mr. Robert apt the satchel softly upon desk and turned his coat collar up out his neck and ears. lie was l free season tic The Pej )0 worth of tick a thing of the p< ood for any reg dressed In a rough suit of gray as if for traveling. He glanced with frown- , ing intentues8 at the big office, clock hIhjvo the burning gas jet and then looked lingeringly about the bank?lingeringly and fondly, Uncle Bushrod , thought, as ouo who bids farewell to dear and fuiuillur scenes. Now he cuught up his burden again and moved promptly and softly out of the bank by the way he hud come, locking the front door behind him. For a minute or longer Uncle Bushrod was us stone in ills tracks. Had tbut midnight rilier of.safes and vaults been any other on eartii than the man he wus the old retainer would have I rushed upon him and struck to save | the Weymouth property. But now the j watcher's soul was tortured by the ] poignant dread of something worse | than mere robbery. lie was seized by j an accusing terror that said the Wcy- j mouth name and the Weymouth houor were about to be lost. Marse Robert robbing the bank! What else could ! it mean? The hour of the night, the stealthy visit to the vault, the satchel brought forth full and with expedition and silence, the prowler's rough dress, his solicitous reading of the clock and noiseless departure-rwhat elSe could it mean? And then to the turmoil of Uncle Uuslirod's thoughts caiue the corrob-1 orating recollection of preceding events ' ?Mr. Robert's increasing intemperance and consequent ninny moods of royal high Spirits and s(t*fri tempers; the casual talk he had heard In the bank of the decrease in business and dllHeulty in collecting loans. What else could it all mean but that Robert Weymouth was an absconder?was about to tly with the bank's remaining funds, leaving Mr. William, Miss Letty, little Nan, Guy and Uncle Bushrod to bear the disgrace? During one minute Uncle Bushrod considered these things, and then he awoke to sudden determination and action. "Lawd. Lawd!" he moaned aloud as he hobbled hastily toward the side door. "Sceh a comeoff after all dose here years of big (loin's and. fine doin's. Scau'lous sights upon do yearth when de Weymouth fainbly done turn out robbers and 'bezzlers! Time for Uncle Bushrod to clean out somebody's chicken coop and eben matters up. Oh, Lawd! Marse ltoliert, you ain't gwine J do dat. 'N Miss Ixitty an' dem chilliin | so proud and talkln' 'Weymouth, Wey- j mouth,' all de time! I'm gwine to stop you ef I can. 'Spec you shoot Mr. Nigger's head olT cf he fool wid you, but I'm gwine stop you ef I can." Uncle Bushrod, aided by his hickory stick, impeded by his rheumatism, hurried down the street toward the railroad station, where the two lines touching Weymouthville met. As he had expected and feared, he saw there Mr. Robert staiuling in the shadow of the /// "Gimm# dia valise. Marse Robert? I'm gwina to hab it." (ley watches today for Uncle Rushrod when he couie home ever' evenln*. I been n Weymouth, nil *cept in color nnd entitlements. Roth of us is old. Marse Robert. 'Tain't goin' to be long tell we gwine to see Miss Lucy nnd has to give an account of our doin's. Re ole nigger man won't be 'spected to say much mo' dan he done all lie could by de fambly dat owned him. Rut de Weyrnouths, (ley must say dey been llvln' pure nnd fearless and without reproach. Gimme dis valise, Mnrse Robert?I'm gwine to hab it. I'm gwine to take it back to , the bank and lock it up iu de vault. I'm gwine to do Miss Lucy's biddin'. Turn 'er loose. Marse Robert." , The train was standing at the station. Some men were pushing trucks 1 along the side. Two or three sleepy , passengers got ofT and wandered away , into the night. The conductor stepped j to the gravel, swung his lantern nnd ( i called: "Hello, Trunk!" At some one j ?a u line REE, to one of tt 2 we will offer five tick n during the wee \ ing his elgnr from liis mouth. "Yes, I remember very well the?but what the deuce arc you talking about tournaments here at midnight for? Go 'long home. Bushrod. I believe you're sleep walking." . "Miss I.ucy tetch you on do shoulket to rils of 1 ets, absolutely F 1st. For a short tim< ular picture sho\ building waiting for the train. He held the satchel In his hand. \Vhen Uncle Rushrod came within twenty yards of the bank president, standing like a huge, gray ghost by the station wall, sudden perturbation seized him. The rashness and audacity of tlie thing lie had come to do struck him fully. He would have been happy could he have turned and tied from the possibilities of the famous Weymouth wrath. Rut again he saw, in Ids fancy, the white, reproachful face I of Miss I.etty and the distressed looks of Nan and Guy' should he fall in his ( duty and they, question him as to his! stewardship. Rraced by the thought, lie approached ] in a straight line, clearing Ills throat and pounding with his stick so that he might be early recognized. Thus he might avoid the likely danger of too suddenly surprising the sometimes hasty Mr. Robert. "Is that you, RushrodT" enlled the clamant, clear voice of the gray ghost. "Yes, sub. Mnrse Robert." "What the devil ure you doing out at this time of night?" For the first time In his life Uncle Hushrod told Mnrse Robert a falsehood. He could not repress it. He would have to circumlocute a little. His nerve was not equal to a direct attack. "I done lieen down, suh, to see ole Aunt M'rla l'ntterson. She taken sick in de night, and I kynCed her a bottle of M'lindy's inederclne. Yes, suh." "Humph!" said Robert. "You better get home out of the night utr. It's damp. You II hardly lie worth killing tomorrow on account of your rheumatism. Think it'll be a clear day, Rushrod?" "I Mow It will, suh. De sun sot red las' night." Mr. Hubert lit a cigar in the shadow, and the smoke looked like his gray ghost expanding and escaping into the night air. Somehow Uncle Iiushrod could barely force his reluctant tongue to the dreadful subject. He stood, awkward, shambling, with his feet upon the gravel and fumbling with ids stick. But then, afar olT?three miles j away, nt the Jlmtown switch?he heard , the faint whistle of the coming train, the one that was to transport the Weymouth name Into the regions of dishonor and shame. All fear left him. He took otT his hat and faced the chief of the clan he served, the great, royal, kind, lofty, terrible Weymouth. Ho bearded him there at the brink of the awful thing that was about to happen. "Marsc Itobert," he begnn, his voice quavering a little with the stress of his feelings, "you 'member de day dey all rode de tuunament at Oak Lawn? de day, suh, dat you win in de rldin' and you crown Miss I.uey de queen?" "Tournament?" wnl/1 Mr llnliorf t*lr. der," continued the old man. never heeding, "wkl a s'ord and say: 'I mek you a knight. Sub Robert. Rise up. pure and fearless and widout reproach.' Dut what Miss Lucy say. Dot's been a long time ago, but we nor you ain't forgot It. And den dar's another time we ain't forgot?do time when Miss Lucy lay on her las' bed. She sent for Uncle Bushrod, and she say: 'Uncle Bushrod, when I die I wnut you to take good care of Mr. Robert. Seem like'?so Miss Lucy say ?'be listen to you mo' dan to anybody else. He apt to be mighty fractious sometimes, and maybe lie cuss you when you try to 'suade him, but be need somebody what understand him to be round wld him. He am like a little child sometimes'?so Miss Lucy say, wld her eyes shlnln' In her po\ thin face?'but he always been'?dem wai her words?'my knight, pure uud fearless and widout reproach.' " Mr. Robert began to mask, as was his habit, a tendency to softlieartedness with a spurious anger. "You?you old windbag!" he growled through a cloud of swirling cigar smoke. "I believe you are crazy. 1 told you to go home, Bushrod. MIbs I,ucy said that, did she? Well, we haven't kept the escutcheon very clear. Two years ago last week, wasn't it, Bushrod, when she died? Confound It! Are you going to stand there all night gabbing like a cotl'ce colored gander?" The train whistled again. Now It was at the water tank, a mile away. "Marse Robert," said Uncle Bushrod, laying his hand on the satchel that the banker held; "for Gawd's sake don' take dis wid you. I knows what's in it- I knows where you got it in do bank. Don' kyar' it wid you. Dey's big trouble In dat valise for Miss Lucy and Miss Lucy's child's chillun. Hit's bound to destroy do name of Weymouth and bow down dem dat own it wid shame and triberlation. Marse Robert, you can kill dis ole nigger ef you will, but don't take away dis 'cr' valise. If I ever crosses over do Jordan what I gwine to say to Miss Lucy when she ax me, 'Uncle Bushrod, wharfo' dldn' you take good cure of Mr. Robert?' " Robert Weymouth threw away his cigar and shook free one arm with that peculiar gesture that always precoded his outbursts of irascibility. Uncle Bushrod bowed Ids head to the expected storm, but he did not tiincb. If the house of Weymouth was to fall he would fall with it. The banker spoke, and Uncle Bushrod blinked with surprise. The storm was there, but it was suppressed to the quietness of a summer breeze. "Bushrod." said Mr. Robert in a lower voice than he usually employed, "you have overstepped all bounds. You have presumed upon the leniency with which you have been treated to meddle uupardouably. So you know what is in this satchel? Your long and faithful service is some excuse, but? go home, Bushrod?not another weld!" But Buslirod grasped the satehel with u firmer hand. The headlight of the train was now lightening the shadows about the station. The roar was increasing, and folks were stirring about at the track side. "Marse Robert, gimme dis 'er' valise. I got a right, sub, to talk to you dis 'er' way. I slaved for you and 'tended to you from a child up. I went th'ough de war yo' body servant tell we whipped do Yankees and sent 'em back to de no'th. I was at yo' weddin', and I was n' fur away when yo* Miss Betty was bawu. .And Miss Betty's chillun. r Invisible. . The bell clanged, the brakes hissed, the conductor drawled: "All aboard!" Mr. Robert released his hold on the satchel. Uncle Bushrod hugged it to his breast with both arms, as a lover clasps his first beloved. "Take It back with you, Bushrod," said Mr. Robert, thrusting his hands into his pockets. "And let the subject drop?now mind! You've said quite enough. I'm going to take this traiu. Tell Mr. William I will be back on Saturduy. Good night." The banker climbed the steps of the moving train and disappeared in a coach. Uncle Bushrod stood motionless, still embracing the precious satchel. Uis eyes were closed and his lips were moving in thanks to the Master above for the salvation of the Weymouth honor. lie knew Mr. Robert would return when he said ho would. The Weymouths never lied. Nor now, thank the Lord, could it be said that cmui-^-.uu me money in lianas. Then awake to the necessity for further guardianship of Weymouth trust funds, the old man started for the bunk with the redeemed satchel. Three hours from Weyniouthville, in the gray dawn, Mr. Robert alighted from the train at a lonely flag station. Dimly he could see the figure of a man waiting on the platform, and the shape of a spring wagon, team and driver, ilulf a dozen lengthy bamboo fishing poles projected from the wagon's rear. "You're here. Bob," said Judge Arehlnard, Mr. Itobert's old friend and schoolmate. "It's going to be a royal day for lisliing. I thought you said? why. didn't you bring along the stuff?" The president of the Weymouth bank took off his hut and rumpled his gray locks. "Well, Ben, to tell yo*i the truth, there's an infernally presumptuous old nigger belonging in my family that broke up the arrangement. lie came down to the depot and vetoed the whole proceeding. He means all right, and? well, I reckon lie is right. Somehow lie had found out what I had along, though I hid It in the bank vault and sneaked It out at midnight. I reckon lie has noticed that I've been indulging H, little more than a gentleman should, and he laid for me with some reaching arguments. "I'm going to quit drinking," Mr. Robert concluded. "I've come to the conclusion that a man can't keep it up and be quite what he'd like to be ?'pure and fearless and without reproach'A-that's the way old Buslirod quoted it," "Well, I'll have to admit," said the Judge thoughtfully us they climbed into the wagon, "that the old darkey's argument eau't conscientiously be overruled." "Still," said Mr. Robert, with a ghost of a sigh, "there was two quarts of , the finest old silk velvet Bourbon in that satchel you ever wet your lips with." Salted Herrings. Centuries ago William Buckms, a Hollander of Bierwich, made the then astonishing discovery that salt would preserve llsh and that suited tlsh could be packed and exported. Before his time herrings had to be consumed within a few days of their capture. Buckets suited them. In 1380 William Buckets salted the llrst hundred of herrings, and, having suited them, he packed them in barrels. This exercise of common sense resulted in a singular development of the resources of the country. The English fisheries were not as prominent 5(H) years ago us they are now, and Holland had for a time almost a inonopi^- of a market which she was able to create and to supply. Buckels had not to wait 5(H) years to have his claim to public gratitude recognized. Charles V. had a statue erected to the mackerel suiter who became the benefactor of his country. Queen Mary of Hungary, however, paid hiiu even greater honor. During her resid< nee in Holland she discovered his tomb and, seated upon it, ate a salted herring. Smelting In Bulacan. A primitive iron smelting industry, evidently of Chinese origin, exists In Bulacan, a province of the Island of Luzon. Magnetite and hematite ores, found in tlie locality, are smelted by the natives in small bamboo cased blast furnaces of soft clav bricks set in clay, each furnace being seven ami one-luilf feet high and live feet In external diameter, with a conical inner cavity, tapering front forty to twenty inches. The furnace has a single clay tuyere and a Chinese double acting hand blower made from n hollow tree trunk and fitted with a feather packed wooden piston. An average charge Is fifty-five pounds of ore and ninety-five of charcoal, no iiux being used. The iron made is cast directly into molds for plowshares and plow points, and the product of a furnace is about &00 pounds of castings daily. The Chief's Error. Goron was chief of the Paris police when the following Incident took place: I.ombroso had written a book In 1888 on criminality among women, so runs the story, and when It was finished wrote to Goron to send him "forthwith" some portraits of Parisian women criminals. Anxious to please the writer, the package was made up and started on its tour to Italy. When the book came out I.ombroso sent a copy, handsomely bound, to Goron, who saw bis gift acknowledged on tiie first page, "It was a scholarly book," said the chief, "and would have had a large sale hut for an error on my part. The pictures came out of the wrong drawer of m.v desk. They were not criminals at ail. hut women who had upplled for hu ksters' licenses, and a new edition had to lie printed to make good a police mistake." le finest shows ets to the "Movies,'* k. Cabbage Plants For sale in any quantity. Two Varieties EARLY JERSEY CHARLESTON WAKEFIELD dive me your order. Will ship to any address by Parcel Post. 100 for If) Cents 200 for 25 Cents 300 for 35 Cents 400 and over 10c per hundred. Postage prepaid. All orders cash. Money order will be accepted. I Ed. C. Crawford i CHESTERFIELD, S. C. 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