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I have no fault to find with your ambition to get ahead in the world, but with it 'remember thy creator in the days of thy youth. Are you neglecting your mother?" "No; I think not, Uncle Zed; but what do you mean about mother?" "You are all she has. Are you making her days happy by your personal care and presence. Are you giving of yourself to her?"
"I'm going to take most of them home, for I am sure Uncle Zed would not want them to fall into unappreciating hands; but there's no hurry about that. We'll just leave everything as it is for a few days." The next evening Dorian returned to look over again his newly-acquired treasures. The ground was covered with snow and the night was cold.
Frequently, just mother and Uncle Zed and I made up the company; and then when we could get Uncle Zed to talking about Jesus, and explain who He was, and tell his story before He came to this earth as the Babe of Bethlehem, there was a real Christmas spirit present. Yes; I believe you were with us on one of these occasions." "Yes, I was." Dorian adjusted the log in the grate.
Moreover, Dorian, unlike Uncle Zed, had not lost track of his birthdays, and especially this one which would make him a full-fledged citizen of these United States. The little party chatted on general topics for some time until Mrs. Trent, in big white apron, announced that supper was ready, and would they all come right in. Mrs.
Toward the close of the afternoon, Dorian appeared. He found the girls out in the yard, Carlia seated on the topmost pole of the corral fence, and Mildred standing beside her. "Hello girls," Dorian greeted. "I've come to give you an invitation." "What, a party!" exclaimed Carlia, jumping down from her perch. "Not a dancing party, you little goose just a surprise party." "On who?" "On Uncle Zed."
"Isn't he a funny man," whispered Carlia to Mildred, who appeared not to hear the comment, so interested was she in the old man. "And so you've come to celebrate," went on Uncle Zed, "come to congratulate me that I am one year nearer the grave." "Now, Uncle Zed, you know " "Yes; I know; forgive me for teasing; I know why you come to wish me well.
And how they both reveled in books and their contents on the occasions when they were alone and unhampered by the unsympathetic minds of others. "As you see, Dorian," said Uncle Zed on one such Sunday evening, "my collection of books is not large, but they are such that I can read and read again." "Where is your 'Drummond's Natural Law'?" asked Dorian. Uncle Zed looked about.
Duke was at home, then on learning that he was, why he turned about as if he had no business with him. Later, Dorian learned the reason. Dorian was twenty-one years old, and his mother had planned a little party in honor of the event. The invited guests were Uncle Zed, Bishop Johnson and wife, the teacher of the district school, and Carlia Duke.
"Rest easy in yer mind, cook," I zed; "Roger is toughish, an' he'll see thet the honour o' the old county is well show'd out and kep' up." Cook wished me a pleasant holiday. I started early on Monday marnin', 'tarmined to see as much as possible. I wur to walk into Cizzeter, an' vram thur goo by train to Lunnon. I wur delighted wi' Cizzeter.
Why, I can prove, contrary to the generally accepted opinion, by reason alone that there must be a God." "We shall be glad to hear it," said the school teacher. The eating was about over, and so they all sat and listened attentively. "We do not need to quote a word of scripture," continued Uncle Zed.
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