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Updated: June 21, 2025
A card on Santa announced the fact that he could be bought for TWO CENTS. Charlie trembled when Aunt Stanshy's eyes were directed toward the price lest she might not think it worth the money. "What's that?" "Two cents," replied Charlie, in fear. "O! Well, I'll give that." "You will?" said Charlie, in delight. "I'll give you another kiss."
I hated to hear him swear that way, for, sez I, 'Young man, you may get there yet, and you may be glad to have Stanshy's help. Then he took a barrel of fish he was fillin', and he was so mad he rolled the whole mess into the water, sayin' he would have nothin' to do with any thing that had touched Aunt Stanshy's barn. I asked him why he didn't then throw himself over!
Charlie saw that Aunt Stanshy turned away from those present and looked in another direction, but the quick-eyed boy thought he noticed a redness to Aunt Stanshy's eyes when she faced the company again. Will Somers had come from the store in season to hear Tim's words.
As the rays of Aunt Stanshy's lamp shone out, they made a bridge of light that stretched off into the mist, as if anxious to reach the river and bridge it for some poor, helpless soul in the water. "Say, friend, you down there?" called out Will. A voice below answered, "Yesh hic I'll help you up " "You will? Better let me help you first." "Shuit yourself hic."
"Then I guess I have seen him," remarked Charlie, recalling the drunkard he had watched the afternoon of his severe sickness, and remembering, too, Aunt Stanshy's singular conduct. "Tim looks poorly enough now, but it wasn't so once. Straight and smart, and bright as the blades of a new jack-knife, was Tim.
I will look after my man here. Bring my slippers, please." "Where's hic your boots?" "O, they concluded to stay in the dock." "I'll get you another pair hic." "I may find them at low-water and by daylight." Tim Tyler stayed at Aunt Stanshy's that night The next morning he was in his right mind, and, thanking Aunt Stanshy, said he must go.
Juggie was a color-bearer, and at the same time a color-guard of one appeared in the shape of Tony, flourishing Aunt Stanshy's clothes-stick. The colors were a very small American flag on a very long bean-pole. Twenty feet ahead of the whole procession, in solitary glory, walked Wort.
"That's me, I hope, trying to get home," he thought, "and find harbor in God's Church, will hold us all." Again the club was only a memory. It was like a walking-stick that, when the mountain-tramp is over, the vacationist puts on the wall as a memento. "How is your club getting along, Charlie?" asked Miss Bertha Barry, one day, when she was calling at Aunt Stanshy's.
There is need of a temperance work here. We are all asleep," replied Miss Barry, who was calling at Aunt Stanshy's, the two women opening their hearts to one another during the call. Dr. Tilton was responsible for Will Somers's fall.
The muscles of her arms swelled as she pounded the innocent sheet before her, and Charlie was reluctant to ask again. For some time there was silence, the only interrupting sound being Aunt Stanshy's pound pound pound. Charlie sat in his chair, looking steadily out upon the somber, dripping rain. "Don't you want to play something?" It was Aunt Stanshy speaking.
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