s37 Onward Time Flies

The wind, the wind, streaming through Garnet's mane, and rushing in his face. He could smell salty horse perspiration, feel the smooth roughness of the horse's coat, and hear his hooves beating on the ground as he ate up the furlongs.

"Easy now," he gave a slight tug at the reins as a signal. "Easy now," he felt a slackening of Garnet's pace. They came to a stop at the end of the road. "Good run, boy," he caressed and patted the horse's neck. "Sure gonna be hard to turn you back to Mr. Goodnite," he said with regret. He thought on the hours he and Garnet had spent in training. "You're sure a good ole horse," he sighed with a final pat.

Mitch and Ike Stroll rode up alongside Albert Bluey.

"Betcha our ponies could out run your ol' mare, Albert." The Stroll boys were always looking for a race. Their ponies could almost fly, and they were always looking for a new match. Albert's family had just moved to the area and was an untried target.

Albert bristled with indignation. "Old mare," he said smoothing his hand over his filly's silky neck. "Why your ponies'd have to hump themselves to come within a mile of beating Bess here," he spat on the dusty road. "After all they are just ponies."

The day was full of work, and the boys liked to snatch a few moments of fun where they could. Sometimes they would meet down by the bridge at the old swimming hole, but lately since the addition of the Stroll's, and the Bluey's to the area the habit of racing their horses and ponies had taken their fancy.

"Avery...Trevor, you two come start us off," Mitch called to a couple of the boys that had gathered in the shade of the old cottonwood tree at the corner of the roads. "We'll race down to across from the school house there," he waved toward a distant goal.

"Give Randy and Don time ta run down and make a mark in the dirt," Howard said. "You two run on down there...here let me give you a leg up," he helped his younger brother up on their mule.

Don grabbed Randy's hand and using Randy's foot for a stirrup threw himself up on the back of the old mule. The old mule trotted down the mile to the finish line. The boys made a mark in the road then Don waved his old felt hat high in the air.

Mitch and Ike held their ponies in place while Albert sat on a slightly nervous Bess. He spoke to her as she pranced in place, and at the last got her soothed.

Some observers followed Don and Randy down to the finish line and waited there, while the others stood up from where they sprawled in the farm driveway and ditch along side the road.

"Alright, when I count to three, I'll holler 'now', and drop my hat! One, two, three--now!"


They were off as his hat dropped. Through the cloud of dust, they could see Bess hesitate at the start.

"Come on, Bess! Come on Bess," the boys cheered her on.

She reared and leaped into a bolt to catch the ponies. She wound up and passed them like they were running in place. As they neared the school house line she was far enough ahead there was not even dust for them to swallow...and she was still winding up.

"Whoop! Hurrah! Yeah!" the boys cheered. Mitch and Ike Stroll were not good winners, and they had rubbed salt in the wounds of every one they had won against.

Another cloud of dust appeared coming from the south.

Where was Albert and Bess? No one moved, no one shouted, fear gripped their voices.

Aahooga, aahooga! came the hated sound. The auto kept on bouncing along the road. Not stopping, not even slowing down it rolled by the two groups of boys. Everyone scrambled for their mounts and raced toward where the automobile had first been spotted.

"Albert's over here," Don called as the boys ran up.

"How is he?" several chorused as they slid off of their horses and onto the ground.

"Stand back--stand back..." he's comin' around."

"Where's the horse?" Sammy Summers looked up and around from where Albert lay in the ditch.

"She went that-a-way," Randy Trevor said with a wave on up the road.

"We better send someone to find her," Howard said as he gave Alfred a drink of water out of his canteen. "We'll find her Al. Don't worry none. She'll be all right," he said words to convince himself as much as the prostrate boy.

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Gene looked up from the ditch he was mowing. He spied the dust from what appeared to be a automobile coming his way, and was glad that he was just a stone's throw from the driveway to the house.

"Get along now!" he slapped the team with the lines. He pulled the mower bar up, swung across the road, and swept into the farmstead lane.

Ah-ooga!

Ah-, he thought disgusted, ooga yourself! He had heard that fool thing more lately than he cared to. He pulled up in front of the barn.

"You aren't overdoing yourself are you?" he called out to his uncle.

"No, I just got out here. I've been working in the shop here doing a little wood working."

Gene backed the mower up, "Whoa!" and the team stood still as he climbed off. "I'm fixing to take the scythe out to the road bank. There's a few thistles that I need to get rid of..."

"Here, let me take Sal and Barney in and unhitch them and get them watered."

"The harness is too heavy for you, but you can take them on to water for me," Gene lifted the heavy harnesses one at a time and hung them on the pegs at the end of the horse stalls.

"I'm not quite useless," Jed frowned in frustration.

"No, Uncle Jed, you're getting stronger every day. Don't fret yourself," Gene lifted the scythe down from where it hung. He stopped, leaned on the scythe and looked his uncle in the eye. "You have to be patient with your self. Remember David's lesson from Sunday. That's the person we have the most trouble with."

"I am getting stronger, that's true. David's right at that isn't he, boy," he said with an agreeable smile.

The work was about done as Gene stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sleeve. He looked down the road bank and spied another thistle just a few steps further and that should be... He squinted down the road. What would Albert Bluey's horse be doing out grazing along the roadside for? He leaned his scythe against the fence post.

"Easy now, girl," he spoke soothingly as he neared the animal. He pulled some grass and held it out in a friendly gesture. "Easy now," he stopped as she shied away from his approach. She stopped then and let him walk up to her side. "Good girl!" he patted her neck and gentle, before she realized it, he scooped up the reins.

"Come on ole girl, let's see if we can figure out where you came from," he said and she followed him down the road. "Pears to me there's been some foul play here..."

It was not much farther that he spied Kenny, Howard's youngest brother trotting toward him.

Careful not to spook the filly he raised his hand in salute.

"Hello, there, Kenny! What're you doing? Easy,now, girl," he comforted the horse as her head came up and her eyes began to roll.

"You found her!"

"Hey! Hey! Walk careful now," he warned Kenny as he came closer. "No, she found me."

"She left Alfred back there a-ways...got spooked...fool automobile..." he panted.

"Okay, slow down. We'll walk her back. How far is it?"

"Not far. Just down by the school house."

"Yeah, I see them down in that dip there."

"Alfred and Mitch and Ike were havin' a race. Alfred's horse here left them boys behind like nothing else! I never seen anything like it! It was great!" Kenny grinned as he related the story. They walked a little way in silence then he looked side ways at Gene and repeated. "It was great!"

"They met their match then?" he grinned back.

"Yeah, it sure was. I do wish you'd race your Injun pony agin' 'em. I know he'd beat 'em hands down too!"

"I don't want Bobby to get riled up...but maybe some day," they were almost to where the boys had Albert sitting up.

"How's he doin'" Kenny called.

"Not sure...he's just getting his breath back," Don answered. "Good, you found the horse. You can rest easy now, Al."

"Gene found her, then he found me."

"She appears to be fine. Not favoring any thing," Gene bent and checked the horse's legs and feet. "No, she should be alright. So, what happened anyway? Kenny said there was a race?"

"Oh, man! Gene ya should'a seen it! Mitch and Ike," Don stopped speaking to point out the boys, "Where'd they go?" he asked the rest of the boys.

"Don't know," Sammy shrugged. "Don't remember see'n them after the auto passed us."

"Albert, that Bess sure can run!" Don grinned at Albert.

"She should be able to, that's what she's bred to do." His long pale dust smeared face broke into a big smile.

"Ha, ha! What a joke on Mitch and Ike. It appears that they are worse losers than they are winners...can you get up?" Don asked. "Be real careful now."

Albert winced in pain as he tried to move. "No," he said easing back, "Just give me a few more minutes," he took another swig of the canteen. "She took the bit, and was runnin' flat out when that dadburn auto came flyin' right at us. Of course she spooked and I went sliddin' off...okay, let's try again."

Albert gritted his teeth and this time he made it to a standing position.

"Oh, howdy! I'm glad Bess is alright, though. Dad'd have my hide if anything had happened to her!" He stood gasping for air. "Hope nothin's broke," Albert leaned against his horse to steady himself.

"Who are the dudes in the automobile? Seems like I've seen them before?" Don asked.

"I've seen them around lately too," Howard frowned. "City slickers from town I suppose. Do you know who it is Gene? You've spent more time around the town than most of us..."

"I used to play on the football team with at least one of them. Greg Bilker, his dad owns the garage in town. Apparently has more money than he has sense. I don't know who any of the others are," Gene answered.

"Too bad Mitch and Ike left so quick," Howard snickered. "That was some race, Alfred. You feeling any better yet?"

"I guess I'll be alright. I'd better be headin' for home, I've been longer than I intended." He groaned as he put a foot in the stirrup. "Give me a push up will you?"

With a heave the boys helped him into the saddle, and watched as he turned toward home.

"Hope he's all right," Don frowned, and turned back to his horse.

"Yeah, he must of hit pretty hard when he landed," Sammy said.

"Those fools in that auto. Someone needs to turn them in. You suppose the sheriff'd do something about them?"

"Naw...what could he do?"

"There isn't much the law could do...unless maybe they saw something as it happened. I need to get back to work too, I suppose. I'll see you later," Gene turned toward home.

"Hey, Gene let me give you a ride on home," Howard called.

"That's a big mule, but three to a mule is too much, Howard. It's not far...I'll see you tomorrow at Mr. Goodnite's."

"Come on, Gene, Sammy's little, and we get more'n three on old Blue here all the time."

"Oh, all right...just be careful there Sammy...don't go kicking him in the flank now!" Gene got situated and helped Sammy up.

"So what's going on with your old football buddy?" Howard asked.

"I don't know, Howard. Guess he thinks I'm horning in on his territory or something."

"What an idiot!" Howard snorted.

"He's got his eye on a certain young lady, and she doesn't like him. Couldn't be that there's anything wrong with him you know. Sit still Sammy, we're almost to where I left my scythe."

"Is it Angela?"

"Yes. He's been jealous over her since last year. Slide off so I can get off, and I'll help you back up, Sammy," Gene gave the youngster a hand down then carefully slid off himself. "You want to come on up to the house? Aunt has some fresh baked cookies...I'm sure she would share," he grinned up at the two boys on the mule.

"Would we like some fresh baked cookies? You bet!"

"Some guys are just sore losers," Howard and Sammy rode Blue down the lane as Gene walked beside them.

"That's true, but Angela doesn't like him. He's not..." Gene hesitated trying to think what it was Angela didn't like about Greg.

"He's not you," Howard guffawed at Gene.

"I don't think that's what...,"

"Every other word out of Ruthie's mouth is to sing your praise, and she's not the only one. Some of the other girls at school--according to rumors--thought you were the cat's meow," Howard interrupted.

Gene's face turned crimson. "You've been listening to stories, Howard, and you're plumb crazy. Let me put this idiot stick back in the barn while you tie Blue to the fence.

"Have you been fishing this spring, Howard?" Jed asked as the boys drank their milk and ate a handful of oatmeal cookies each.

"Been too busy, sir. Don't know why," his face clouded as he considered the last year. "It's a wonder we're still here. the heat and the grasshoppers last year about did us in."

"Yeah, it has been tough, but I got a letter from one of my brothers the other week. He's been traveling all over the country and says cities aren't a good place to be. Twenty men looking for the same job he says. I'll stay here in the country. At least the air's clean and I know my neighbors."

"We have plenty to eat, my Pa always says, and things have to get better soon," Howard said. "I guess Sammy and I need to be getting on home. It's time to go bring the cows in for the evening. Thank you for the cookies, Mrs. Wade. Sure good. You going to be at the oration at the school house next week?

"Probably," Jed nodded at the boys as they pushed their chairs in. "Your folk'll be there I reckon. Tell your Pa I'll get back to him on the pasture land we were discussing last week--at the meeting."

"They're all growing up so fast," Jed said with a wistful lilt in his voice as he and Agnes watched the three boys walk out toward the barn. "Just yesterday Gene was that scrawny ten year old boy."

"Yes, with the lost look in his face that almost broke a body's heart. Now he's most grown up...and what would we have done without him?" Agnes sat down at the table. Howard reined their mule around, and Gene gave old Blue a slap on the haunch as the mule trotted down the lane.

"I do believe that boy is going to be taller than me, Agnes. Do you know he's already looking me in the eye--I guess I'd better get on out and help with chores."

Jed put his cup over by the coffee pot, and headed for the barn. He noticed there was a light breeze and a smell that said full summer was coming soon. He stopped to watch the milk cows milling around in the lot as they waited to go into the barn for the evening's milking.

He walked to the barn and hollered into the darkness, "Gene?"

"Back here," came from a back granary.

"What you doing back here, boy?" he looked in surprise as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. "When did you improve your room back here? Last time I was in here you only had your punching bag."

"When I was in Europe we met up with Mr. Bouchette. Remember him uncle? The man you drove out to Lord Hughes' place back...how many years ago now?" Gene frowned in thought. "It was back when I worked at the hotel..."

"Yes, of course I remember Mr. Bouchette. That was a nice day. Agnes and I enjoyed it very much."

"He was visiting Lord Hughes in London when we were there. He was leaving for France and traveling on the same ship we were, so naturally we spent some time in his company. We were invited to visit him at his chateau. He comes from an old family that dates back many centuries. They were masters in defense...sword fighting, and the such like. He's very much into pugilism as well."

"You know we don't like fighting..."

"This deals a lot with the art of swords and the self defense of fisticuffs."

"Isn't that...fighting?" Jed's voice held a dubious tone.

"Yes...and no."

"I always thought that punching bag was a good way to take your frustrations out. It seems like the last few years have had their share, haven't they? How did you run into Howard? I thought you were working on thistles."

"I was...I can tell you the story while we work on chores," Gene gave the punching bag one more wallop before turning for the door.

Gene sat reading, glad the long day of work was at an end. He glanced up at the clock in the dining room and closed his eyes briefly. He opened his eyes and continued reading since he had several more paragraphs to cover.

"I hear them coming down the lane!" Agnes exclaimed as they set up a game.

"We'll have a little bit of time while David reviews Gene's work. You and Bessie can get things arranged," Jed said.

"Yes, that's true, but I want to ask her about some crochet patterns," she stopped as they heard the doors slam on the Hudson. "There they are now."

s36

"I'm glad that you didn't go to the ball, but deceit isn't a good way around a matter. I don't miss the problems that came with school and playing sports. Angela, you live in a different society than I do. Your friends are--mostly--different."

"I don't have any real friends. You're the only one I can be honest with. You don't look at me...on the outside, and I'm not just the coach's daughter...I'm a person. To you."

He matched his steps to hers, and they walked on for a space. Angela wondered at the changes that had taken place in both of them. She had hardly recognized him as he rode past her earlier. Now as they walked side by side she stole an upward glance. How much taller he had grown in the last six months! His complexion had a ruddy, healthy glow, and coupled with his black hair it made his blue eyes all the more brilliant. The outside work and constant exercise had given him muscle on his wiry frame that most boys his age would not acquire for several years--if ever. Any other girl would have been shy and tongue-tied.

"Angela, I want to remain your friend. This isn't the only school you have been at..."

"No, and probably not the last," she pursed her lips in thought. "I found out why we left the other school in such a hurry."

"That is none of my business. I'm not into rumors and such things."

"It wasn't a rumor. I was somewhere and overheard something...but you are good like that, Gene. That's why I like you so much."

"I won't play with your feelings, or your heart either, Angela. We are both too young to be playing at grown up things. You know my family...a little at least."

"Yes, I do."

"We believe that religion is more than something you use. More than something you give lip service to...someone termed it as being archaic just a few months ago."

"I guess I know who," her brows drew together in a frown and she bit her lip. "But he doesn't speak for everyone. He doesn't speak for me..." Angela sat down on a park bench.

Gene snapped a lead shank on Garnet's halter and slipped the bridle off his ears hung it on the saddle horn. The horse dropped his head and began to graze.

"I believe...I believe that you believe he doesn't speak for you, but..." Gene turned back to the subject.

"No! No!" she shook her head violently and punched a small white fist into her other hand. "He doesn't speak for me. I don't want to...be like him. Or Mother for that matter. I just see their lives as empty."

"In what way?" his mind groped for the right question. "Empty--how is it empty?"

"I really don't know, but I look at things and think something is wrong."

The birds were beginning to build their springtime nests. There was a slight breeze stirring the new bush and tree foliage growing around them.

All I have to judge by is what's on the outside, he thought with a frown. He could not help but notice what was on the outside...how pretty Angela was in the light blue spring dress and cape. Her wide blue eyes imploring him to believe her words. Lord, help me, he sent a prayer heavenward.

"I do believe you, but I still have to judge by what I see on the outside," he spoke. "You know David Pickerel--he's our preacher--you remember. Whenever I have a problem, I go to David. He's got a way of helping me think out my own thoughts, my own answer...using God's Word. I don't know how, but you should contact David. It would be good for you to talk to him and Bessie..."

Ah-ooga! Ah-ooga! "Hey, Angela!" a male voice called from an automobile as it idled alongside the park sidewalk.

Garnet's head came up, but only with a curious glance as he continued to chew the grass in his mouth. Gene could hear several female voices laughing. He was cognizant of his farm clothing, and that he was straight from the fields. How embarrassing this would be for Angela. Her society friends would see him as a common laborer. He turned to his horse.

"I'm sorry I didn't think," he raised his hand to fetch the bridle from the saddle horn. "I'll slip the bridle back on over the halter..."

"No, wait," she put a soft white hand on his sleeve to stay his hand. "Give me a minute to send them on their way. I'll be right back," she turned and lightly skimmed over the new green grass and spoke to the people through the window of the vehicle.

He could guess that the occupants were boys and girls who just a few months ago were his fellow students. Some of the stray words from inside the auto wafted his way, and the voices were familiar.

"No. No, I will not come with you. I'm talking with a friend. No, I'm busy, and will be busy later as well." Gene overheard Angela reply. There was high pitched laughter then Gene distinctly heard Greg Bilker's voice loud and belligerent.

"I don't want to have anything to do with that countrified bumpkin! You'll be the laughing stock of Littleton High if you keep company with him..."

"I'll see you tomorrow!" she turned angrily from the automobile window and flounced back to where Gene had returned to the task of bridling his mount as the auto roared down the street.

"I'm sorry, Gene. They are rude and spoiled," she stamped her foot. "They make me so angry! I can't think of enough names for their behavior."

"No, it is I who should apologize, Angela. I didn't think, only that you might want someone to talk to. I didn't realize--I should have thought of your reputation, and how this would look."

"Gene Wade!" she stamped her foot again, "Of all the unreasonable ideas! I did need some one to talk to. I don't care what they think...or say for that matter!"

"But I do. I know who I am, and if they want to think of me as a farmer and someone who grubs in the dirt, well that's what I do--sometimes. But, you Angela, have to go to school with them. I will walk you back to your house, then I will wish you adieu."

"Gene," she raised her hand to his cheek.

"Angela, I wouldn't play with your feelings, nor your heart. I ask you for the same consideration."

"I'm sorry," she snatched her hand back. "I didn't think..."

"You didn't mean any harm. No harm is done. Come now, let's get you back to your home," he smiled, taking the lead shank they began the short walk back.

"Have a nice evening, Angela," he said as they stood before her gate. "Remember what I told you. David and Bessie...if you need someone to help sort things through. Very good people," he tipped his hat. "Take care," he said as he stepped into the stirrup.

"Gene?"

"Yes?" he continued to swing up into the saddle. He looked back down at her. "What is it, Angela?"

"Thank you. Thank you for being you."

"I don't know what else I'd be, but if it's helped?"

"It has," she smiled up at him.

"Good day, then," he smiled back. "Giddup," he neck reined Garnet around down the street and kicked him into a gentle lope toward home.

She had wanted to call after him, "Will I see you again?" but she knew it would be pointless to ask. His goal may not be to capture her heart--but he already had. She pulled her cape closer, and walked into the house.

s 35 nigh unto death

"Agnes! I don't want to be rude, dear, but you look absolutely awful! You go up stairs and go to bed! I'm going to take over for you for the rest of the day." Mrs. Lewiston insisted.

"I'm fine. Really, Karena, I'm..."

"I've been around enough sick rooms. Honestly, Agnes, you need to rest. Nissa can spend the day at Bessie's. She and Eric play well together. I've never seen two little tykes that play so well! I'll keep a watchful eye on Jed and you go on up stairs and get in a good sleep! I won't take no for an answer."

"I suppose a good sleep would be what the doctor ordered," Agnes still hesitated. "And I know you'll take good care of Jed," she said with a weary sigh.

"That's a girl--just fold up your stuff and lay it aside. You've been sitting here long enough," Karena Lewiston clucked at Agnes as they tidied up the sitting room. "Now scoot," she said with a friendly pat.

"I so appreciate you and Jerrold coming over to help. Gene's been up night and day helping me, and doing Jed's chores. It's a wonder he's not down sick too."

"That's what neighbors are for. It's too bad Gene's had to drop out of school...and he was doing so well."

"He's fifteen already. Seems like it was just yesterday when he and Glory came back from Oklahoma," Agnes sat down. "It is a shame in some ways, but Jed only finished seventh grade, and Grandpa Wade only went to the fourth. I don't know that it hurt them any, but still..."

"If they don't have character to begin with, education doesn't make them a better person. Well, you need to get along up to bed. I'll be here when you get up," Karena said in her no nonsense tone.

"Thank you ever so much. These last few weeks have just about worn both Gene and I to a frazzle. A couple of hours of sleep should be a help," Agnes stood up and began to clear the breakfast dishes away.

"What are you doing? Off to bed with you!" Karena, with a deft movement, plucked the dishes from Agnes' hands. "Shoo! I said off to bed!"

"Habit I guess..." Agnes said with an embarrassed laugh. "I'm so tired I don't quite know what I'm doing. Alright, alright, I'm on my way." Her tired feet dragged toward the staircase. "Thank you ever so much again..." her speech was a blur.

Karena turned with a relieved sigh as she heard the floor boards upstairs creak telling her that Agnes had made it to her room, and as each shoe fell, then the bed springs creaked, she knew that Agnes was laying down. In a few minutes she would tip toe up and check that Agnes was covered and sleeping well.

The rattle at the back door told her that Jerrold and Gene were almost finished with the morning chores, and soon Nissa would be needing dressed and ready for the day. She heard David's auto as it crunched down the drive toward the house. Jerrold hallooed the passenger as the door on the Hudson opened and slammed shut.

Then there was the stamping of feet on the porch, the cleaning off the boots before entering. Karena threw open the front door, "Come on in, quickly now! I just got Agnes upstairs to lie down, so shh," she put a finger to her lips.

"Yes, mother," David pulled off his boots beside the door. "How is Jed doing today?"

"Agnes says he had a restless night last night. Indeed, his bed covers look as if he picked at them all night long!"

"Father is coming in from chores in a few minutes...And of course, Gene, also. I've come to carry Nissa to Bessie. Eric is looking forward to company. How is Agnes faring?"

"She's very pale and tired. Just what the doctor was afraid would happen. The summer heat was so very hard on her, and now this!"

"Well, you know, people in the cities suffered, and so many died from the record heat," David hung his coat on a peg by the door. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Just go in and sit beside the bed, David. That way I can clean up in the dining room and kitchen. I don't like to leave Jed unattended for long."

David walked into the pleasant sitting room and found a Bible sitting on the table at the bedside. He thumbed through the Psalms, pausing to read several random passages to the unhearing patient. With a sigh he sat quiet, remembering the time not so long ago, when he had been the patient. The summer curtains had been replaced by the winter drapes. A wreath made of bittersweet with winterberries entwined hung over the hearth while a large stone crock full of long colored grasses and cattails sat beside it. Light breezy summer decorations had made way for the bold, bright winter decorations.

He could hear voices from the kitchen as his quiet voiced father-in-law spoke in hushed tones. Even though he was unable to understand what was said, it was a comforting sound to the ear. David smiled as thoughts of the last few years sifted through his mind.

Karena Lewiston came bustling in to the room interrupting his reverie. "Thank you so much, David. I need to change Jed's plaster...and maybe you could throw some more wood on the fire there, to keep that water boiling..."

"I can do that. And let me help set Jed up, and we'll get those covers straightened up too," David said rearranging the blankets. "Jed," he bent over and spoke to the sleeping figure. "Jed, we're going to move you now. Don't be startled, man," Jed woke slightly as David slipped an arm under his back, and a hand under his arm, and Karena did the same on the other side.

"Ready? Lift," David said. In unison they pulled Jed up to a more comfortable position.

"Here, I've got some cool water," Karina gave Jed a sip of water then she moistened his face and washed his hands. "David, would you read a Psalm, and ask the blessing, then Jed can eat some oatmeal and tea."

"Agnes?" Jed asked.

"I sent her up to bed. She's plumb tuckered out."

"Good, worried about her," he finished with effort. "Gene?"

"He's young...Jerrold came over to help. You need to rest and stop your worrying! We're here to help. Now, let's tackle this breakfast..." Karena picked up the spoon. "When we get this all down I'll change that plaster, and then you can sleep. I'm here for the day."

After breakfast, the two of them busied themselves about the room and the patient, making him more comfortable.

"I think everything's all set," Karena surveyed the room and the sleeping man. "We can let him rest for a while. He has a bell if he needs anything."

"What a sight you two are! David laughed as he entered the kitchen. "Those aprons look real nice with your overalls."

"I think they are a sight for sore eyes, myself," Karena smiled. "You two were getting a might behind in the kitchen area."

"Aunt Agnes wasn't able to do everything. We just agreed we'd do what we could and not worry about the rest. Mr. Lewiston volunteered to wash, and I can dry and put away."

"Yes, Mother--and you too David--down you sit yourself and have yourselves some coffee. We don't have sweet bread to go with the coffee, but maybe, Mother, while we go to the wood lot and get up some wood for these folks, you can take care on that?"

"Cake, cake, cake!" Nissa slapped her spoon on her tray.

"Nissa! Don't slap on your tray," Gene put her spoon in the dish water.

"Aagh!" she made a face and turned away as Gene washed her face and hands.

"We have to clean up before you can get loose..."

Gene rolled his eyes at David, "Is she going through a stage! Nissa!"

"Nissa, come here," Karena said sternly. "Now, Nissa," she put an arm around her as she set the little girl on her lap, "you must be a good girl. Momma and Daddy need Nissa to be good and be a helper. Today you get to go help Aunt Bessie and little Eric, and Nissa must be a good helper. We will go get your coat, and cap, and you can go with Uncle David."

"Are you ready to go, Gene?" David asked as Nissa stood in her hat, coat, and holding her bag.

"Yes, Sir. What time will you be back over, Mr. Lewiston?"

"I'll be right over after the noon meal. The boys and I have some chores to do at home, but we'll be back after we eat."

"Gene, stop at the store for these few things, and I'll see you in a little while when Doctor Foster brings you back out."

"Yes, ma'am," Gene took the list and stuck it in his pocket. "Can you carry that big bag?" he took Nissa's hand as she nodded at him her eyes big, and her face solemn .

"It's been a tough two weeks for you and your Aunt hasn't it?" David spoke the obvious. "I'm sorry we couldn't help any earlier, but this year has been a challenge for all of us hasn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"We'll stop at the store first, and get that list filled. The Doctor has a few other calls before he comes for you. That will give us a few minutes to talk. I don't think we've had any time at all."

"No, sir."

David was quiet for the rest of the trip. Was he just tired out from the last few weeks,or had Gene changed during the last few months and David had not noticed it? They had barely returned in time for the trial. The trial itself had been...a trial for everyone involved. Not long after, the new coach had come to Littleton, and school had started..."Well, here we are. Leave your bag in here, Nissa. Let's go see the nice lady at the dry goods store...can you get her out on your side, Gene?"
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At the front door to the Pickerel home Gene met the mouth watering fragrant smell of baking yeast breads, cakes, and other homely odors. His aunt was an excellent cook, but Bessie Pickerel had come from a home that prided itself on its baked goods and Norwegian traditions.

"Come in, come in," Bessie welcomed them into the house. "Now, off with your boots right there," she pointed to a rug beside the door. "Here, Nissa. Come let's find the toys..." she knelt down and untied Nissa's cap. "Eric is up and ready for play! Are you ready to be a helper?" Bessie smiled at Nissa and pulled off her coat and cap.

"Nissa he'per," she shook her head soberly and trotted off to where she knew Eric would be.

"Here's a pot of coffee, and some sweet rolls for you two..." she handed David the pot of coffee and Gene the plate of sweet rolls. "I'm going back to my business, while you two entertain yourselves."

"I guess you know where that leaves us," David laughed and led the way to his study. "I've missed our talks, Gene. I wonder that you wouldn't do better with a nap though."

"I am pretty bushed, that's for sure," Gene took a sweet roll and began unwinding it's sticky sweetness. "But I can't eat this and sleep at the same time," he grinned at David.

"Okay, so we'll have a short talk while we eat...then you sleep until Doctor Foster arrives. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Bessie tells me you've dropped out of school since Jed took sick. That's pretty tough. You going to go back next quarter?"

"It's kind of like this, Uncle Jed won't be able to do much the rest of this spring. Besides, we're going to have to figure some way to pay for the doctor's bill and the medicine. I just figure I need to be doing what I can."

"I know how you feel. When my father and brother died in the canoe accident mother didn't have much money either. I took two jobs for a time...then Alistair found me a position at his law firm so I could work part time and continue my education."

"I don't know how we will work it out, there isn't much money out there," Gene said with a shake of his head.

"I heard...remember Howard, your school friend?"

David waited for Gene to shake his head.

"He's been hired by Mr. Goodnite to help gentle some horses. Howard was telling me just yesterday Mr. Goodnite's looking for another man to help. You're good with animals. You like horses too. Let me talk to Mr. Goodnite and see what he says. What do you think?"

"Yes, sir. I'd sure like that," Gene took another drink of his coffee and finished up his roll.

"You being all done with your roll, I'm going to just study for a while. You lay back there on the sofa...there's a pillow, and a cover...get some sleep now."

"Thank you, David."

Gene lay back on the sofa, and soon his breathing became measured and even with his sleep. David continued to study then he laid his Bible aside and bowed his head in prayer. Half an hour later there was a gentle knock and Bessie opened the door and stepped in.

"He's sleeping very sound isn't he?" she whispered.

"Yes. Agnes said he's been up trying to help her with Jed, and keep up Jed's work as well. He's got to be near exhaustion."

"Doctor called and he's going to be here in fifteen minutes. It' a shame to wake him..."

"I think I'll just go put on my winter gear and help with getting the wood stocked up for them. We'll let Gene sleep for a few more hours, if you don't mind?"

"No, I don't mind. Eric and Nissa are playing nicely, and it's about time for their lunch then naps."

"When he wakes up...send him on out with the auto and I'll drive it on home."

David and Bessie stepped out of the room and shut the door leaving the sleeping occupant.

David dressed in his warm winter clothes, made a few telephone calls, and stood waiting for his ride.

"Here," Bessie handed him a package. "Take this to mother. Tell her I'll ride out with Gene when he comes."

"I'll see you later then," he said as the doctor pulled to a stop in front of the house. He waved and slid into the passenger side.

"Gene, you have grown older since last we met," the doctor chuckled.

"He needed his sleep. I called some friends...and neighbors to come help get the Wades some wood laid in for the winter. They've always been good to help other folks, and they need some help now."

"Jed's going to be laid up for some time, and that's a fact."

"He must have been pretty sick."

"Well, he was sick in the first place. Then the stubborn mule wouldn't listen when Agnes told him to wait till Gene got home to help. He got down, don't know for how long he laid there till the lad got to him..." he clucked his disapproval.

"I'm glad we are all back and can help now," David said.

"That's a fact too. No one is as good a nurse as your mother-in-law. She's as good as they come. It was tough that she was away visiting when this happened. Well, here we are now. Let's go see how the patient is getting along," the doctor turned the motor off and reached for his black bag.

"The medicines are doing their job..." the doctor pulled the stethoscope off his ears and it hung around his neck. "Your heart is still weak, but it's coming back. Karena," he motioned for his helper. "David, bring me an easy chair. Karena, let's get this fellow into a chair for--Oh, I'd say about fifteen minutes," and the pair swung Jed around and sat him in the waiting chair.

David stoked the fire while they covered Jed with quilts.

"I have some Kringla and hot tea," Karena said bustling out to the kitchen.

"Are those your helpers?" Doctor Foster asked David as they heard machinery clattering up the drive.

David stood and looked out the window and down the drive. "Yes, I believe they are beginning to arrive."

"Finish up your tea Jed...this kringla is the best--Karena, you've out done yourself...David, help me move Mr. Wade over to the window for a look see, before we put him back to bed," the doctor ordered.

"There's more to you than meets the eye," David groaned as they helped Jed to the window.

"What's all that out there going on?" Jed tried to stand on his own.

"That's enough for this old man--David, help me get him back to bed. Those are your neighbors. They've come to help you and Agnes get some wood laid by. Now, you get some rest, and no more worrying."
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Gene lay quiet trying to understand where he was. The room was familiar, but his mind whirled out of focus. Day...he struggled to grasp what time of day it was--sunlight slanted in...where he was--David's study! He sat up, his eyes flying open as it came to him. David was not in his study, the clock must surely be wrong...it read two thirty. Gene scrambled up and out the door, and headed for the sounds he heard coming from the kitchen.

"Miss Lewiston," he began, "I mean Mrs. Pickerel, where's David? I've overslept! I need to be at home!"

"Calm down. David went to help Father with the wood. He wanted you to get some rest. I have some leftovers that I've kept warm. You eat, and we'll all ride over with you."

"I was sleeping so sound!" Trembling, he dropped into the nearest chair. "I can't explain. I don't know what came over me. Give me just a few minutes...and maybe a glass of water, please?"

Bessie set the plate of hot roast beef and mashed potatoes on the table in front of him. "I'll get the children ready while you eat...take your time. Come on," Bessie turned to the children, "Nissa and Eric, let's put our toys away. We're going for a ride with Mr. Gene."

"Ooo," Nissa said.

Eric nodded,"Ooo."

Gene stacked the empty plate, glass, and silverware on the counter beside the sink. "If you are ready, let's go," he said as he grabbed his coat.

"I have a box of things if you can carry them out for me," Bessie said as she finished tying caps and buttoning coats.

"You've been mighty busy this morning!" he said groaning as he lifted the box.

"It isn't that heavy...!" she said with a laugh. "Set it in the back if you would, please. Nissa, Eric..." she opened the passenger side door and lifted them into the front seat. "You don't mind if we sit up here beside you do you? she asked.

"No, that's fine," Gene slammed the door shut. "You all in?" and he closed Bessie's door.

"You've done quite a bit of driving this year, I hear."

"I did last fall and into December, but since Jed's been sick I haven't."

"That's understandable. Mrs. Dorking complained to me just the other day about how difficult it was to find good help. You two sit still," she cautioned the babies.

"That so? I didn't know you and Mrs. Dorking were..." Gene could not think of the right term.

"In the same social group?" Bessie supplied.

"Yes, or social circles?"

"We aren't, at least not very often. I ran into her at Dolittle's the other day. She was asking if I knew anyone to take your place. I told her, no--Gene's not replaceable. She never did catch my meaning," she shook her head sadly, as she put out a hand to restrain Nissa.

"Thank you, but I'm sure they will find someone," he said with a frown. "Here, we are," he pulled up and parked beside a neighbor's truck. "What are all these trucks and things parked in here for, I can't hardly find a place to park?!"

"Neighbors still help neighbors around here," Bessie smiled. "Can you get the box?" she reminded. "Come on you two," she took a child's hand on each side and guided them toward the porch.

Agnes smiled at Gene, "Put the box on a chair in the kitchen... Mrs. Lewiston said David had left you to catch some more sleep."

"You can go on down to the wood lot," Karena said as Gene appeared. "They will be finishing up, but there may be still some stuff that needs to be done."

Gene's pinto was small compared to the draft horses Uncle Jed kept for work, but when he wanted speed and agility, Bobby was the best choice. Gene pulled a bridle on the pinto, and true to form, Gene had barely swung on to his back when he was off into a gallop.

They covered the distance quickly, and pulled to an abrupt stop.

"We, are not right now cleaning up. For you to do for later that we will leave. Even in the cold we can sweat," Jerrold Lewiston stopped to wipe his brow as he rested his axe on the log he was chopping... "Tether your pony...you can help load."

Gene dug into the work with fervor, and they were soon throwing the last of the winter supply of wood on the load.

"I'm sure the women have coffee and food in the house. Everyone tie up and head on in," David called as they finished piling the wood in back of the house.

"Howard! How are you doing?" Gene had not seen his school chum since last year. "Sure good to see you."

"Yeah, and you too. School days aren't the same any more," Howard lamented. "I feel so old," he laughed.

"You going to the high school next year?" the boys took their heaping plates in and sat in the corner beside the wood stove.

"I don't know," Howard said with a shrug. "I'm havin' trouble with Algebra...and my Latin's a struggle too...I've been working for Mr. Goodnite a couple of days a week. I kinda like farmin' and don't know that I need a lot more education. How you getting a long at the high school?"

"I'm staying home now, working the farm with Jed...with all the trouble I've had I'm thinking I might as well just figure on staying on the farm too."

"Always thought you'd amount to sumpthin', Gene. You don't struggle with education like some of the rest of us...don't you like high school? I saw some of your games this fall. There were some good games."

"Yes, and Coach Dorking says that by next year our team will be top of the district," Gene's face lit up. Then other thoughts crowded into his mind, and he frowned. He chewed in quiet thought. "You were always good in sports, Howard."

"Yeah, maybe a little...above average, but I think I'm better in memory than in...well, think about Reece. Now, he was good."

"Yes, he was a good ball player. He's in the Army now, though isn't he?"

"I guess after last spring when...," Howard did not need to finish.

"Yeah, it was his choice to enlist. He just turned seventeen a few months ago. He had to be seventeen didn't he?"

"Either that or they lied to get him in..."

"Do you like working for Mr. Goodnite?" Gene asked. "Not to change the subject, but,"

"This isn't the first I've worked for him. I worked for him a year ago, you know, and it has its benefits," Howard's face reddened.

Gene snickered into his bread and butter. "Besides the benefits, how's the work?"

"He's not bad to work for. Mr. Goodnite expects a good days' work, but he pays well and he's not unreasonable. Some men complain, but they're mostly the lazy ones that don't want to work in the first place." Howard thought a minute while he took a scoop of cream pie. "Say, if you're looking for work, I could put in a good word for you."

"David suggested maybe he'd say something to Mr. Goodnite. They don't live but across the field there," Gene motioned with his fork, I could continue working here with Uncle Jed as well."--

"Whew! I'm glad they came, but we sure had a houseful for a while," Gene said to Agnes.

"It is good to have good neighbors! There's enough wood for most of the rest of the winter in our wood pile. And look at all the food they brought--and left. The women even washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen before they left."

"About the only thing left now is to check on Uncle and make sure he's comfortable."

"He's been resting so much easier. Doctor said it will take him most of the spring to recover though," Agnes' looked at her hands then back at Gene. "I don't know...we can't expect the neighbors to help with the farm. Then there's the doctor bill. I know Doctor Foster won't press the matter, but," she said with a shrug.

"I've decided I'm not going back to high school," he held up a hand to silence Agnes' protest. "Now, just hear me out. I'll be able to do most of the farm work, and what I can't do I'll swap work for. David and Howard found me some work with Mr. Goodnite. I can work at least two days a week. He's got several orders for 'well-trained teams' and I can help him work with his horses. He said he liked the way I handled Bobby, and he could see I'd do a good job."

"Gene, I don't want you to give up your education."

"Well, I can be stubborn just like the rest of the Wades, and this is one time I won't budge. Besides, David's going to tutor me, and I'm going to help tutor Howard, and we have it all worked out!"

"What about your sports?"

"I enjoyed playing ball, but there are things that are more important. Let's go check on Uncle now."

Agnes sighed. "It seems providential. I know first hand how deep the stubborn streak runs in the Wade family. If they're nothing else, they definitely are stubborn!" She smiled at this boy that she loved so deeply. She was too proud to cry in front of him, but the memory of the day that Gene had found her sobbing into her aprons after that preacher had called him a charity child marched across his mind. The day he understood that he was not a charity case as other people had told him he was, the day when he found out he was going to be Jed and Agnes' child--by choice...
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"How are they working?" David asked Augustus as they watched Howard working on a green pair of horses.

"This pair...this pair is just a week out of the pasture. That's good, Howard. Enough for one session!" he called out.

Howard acknowledged his boss and turned them toward their stalls.

"This next pair," Augustus signaled Gene to bring out the next team. "This next team is fair ta middlin'. We've been working them two weeks longer than that other team, and they're comin' 'round v'ry well."

Both men leaned their arms on the top rail to the pasture fence as Gene brought out the pair then stopped just inside the gate.

"G'un," Mr. Goodnite waved the go ahead. "Take 'em on out." They watched as Gene chucked and the horses moved a head. "The one there keeps wanting to shake the bridle off...

"The teams look to be doing well, but what about the boys. How are they doing?"

"The boys are doin' well. I've had hired men that didn't do near as well."

"Times being so hard, you would think there would be more men willing to do a good job," David's brow creased.

"Wheel...I'm of the opinion," Mr. Goodnite said pushing his felt hat back on his head. "I'm of the opinion these lads are young, you see. They're just a hittin' their stride so to speak. Naw, some of the older men are slothful, and some of them would be harder workers, but they're older."

"So, you're saying you think it isn't so much that these men are all lazy..."

"Naw--I'm a thinkin' the Almighty's a preparin' these young fellas for somethin'. That's good, Gene...take 'em on in," Mr. Goodnite signaled.

"Could be, could be. Not something one wants to think on, but," David said with a shrug. "Just could be."

"You were in Europe last summer. What did you think, man? Sounds like there's a lot of unrest."

"England, of course, has a buffer--and France has built..."

"Fools! I say they're fools!"

"What makes you say that?"

"Wheel, naw, it's this way. I like horses, and workin' with horses, and such like. Do I think horses are going to be the way a transportation ah the future? Naw! Just because I like them I'd be a fool to think such a thing. Automobiles, trains, why, even airoplanes--those such things are the future."

"So you think..."

"Man--I tell you they're fools if they think the channel or the buffer zone they built in France--won't hold back the tide."

"Papa?" Wanda came around the corner to the stable. "Good afternoon, Mr. Pickerel," she stopped shyly at seeing David. "Excuse me...I didn't intend to interrupt..."

"No, daughter. What're you needin', girl?"

"Mama had a question at the house, was all."

"Tell your Mama I'll be in shortly, then."

"Yes, papa," she lingered a few seconds, her eyes searched the stables.

"Will you come to the house with me then? There will be coffee?"

Mr. Goodnite was a knowledgeable man, and had some well thought out opinions. "If it isn't an imposition, I'd come along for a visit," David said as a memory tweaked at his mind. "The boys can meet me at the house shortly if that's agreeable?"

"Surely, it will be," Mr. Goodnite nodded. "Howard, you and Mr. Wade will come to the house when finished here," they turned toward the house continuing their conversation.

Wanda blushed and smiled at Howard before she turned and followed back to the house.

"Naw, Mr. Trevor, and Mr. Wade," Augustus Goodnite had the interesting habit of calling the boys on occasion by their proper names. "Here is your pay for the month. I believe you're doin' a respectable job. I want the pair we've been workin' with gentled to ride as well as in a team...individual you see. Would you be willin' to each take one horse an work with it one on one?"

"Not a problem for me," Howard spoke out.

"No, I can do that," Gene agreed.

"G'd then. Tomorrow you may take them home. It's the possibility of a little extra for you both. If it sells out well, that is."

The boys pulled their jackets a little closer, and wrapped their scarves a little tighter before they mounted, to head for home. Both of these geldings were used to a saddle and bridle and they had been ridden around in the pen for about a week. This was their first experience outside the pen.

"Well, here goes," Howard said with a grin.

"Yeah, here goes," Gene agreed as the gate swung open, and the boys allowed their horses to stand in the open for a few minutes. The thought of the sleek chestnut horse he had been working with as a riding animal challenged Gene's interest. Both he and Howard worked well with the animals. However, this was a test for all involved.

"Okay, Bing, let's go," Howard clucked at his mount as if he were driving, and the horse moved forward. "I think I need to put the harness bridle on. He doesn't know how to react with just this one..."

"Come on Garnet," Gene worked the reins and they also moved forward then stopped. "The idea, Howard is to be patient."

"In a week things will be different," Howard spoke just before Bing realized he was not in the pen any longer, and began wandering at random.

"I'm sure that is so," and Gene urged his horse along the drive toward the road. "Giddup, Garnet!" he found himself trotting in the right direction with Howard coming along behind.
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"The work with Garnet is rather slow, don't you think?" Agnes asked a week later as she stood watching Gene work his horse.

"Overworking them is not good. I want to ease into the training. To win his trust."

"He is a very good looking animal. Are you going to take him out on the road?"

"Yes, I thought I would ride toward town. I've been trying to acquaint him with different situations, things he might encounter...in a slow like manner. I'll be careful though," he anticipated her warning as she opened the gate for him.

The horse's hooves made a soft clopping sound as Gene rode onto the quiet backstreets. The sunlight filtered through the leafless trees in the early afternoon, and a few dogs barked an unfriendly greeting. There were a few parked automobiles, which Garnet shied away from at the first. He soon became accustomed to their sight, a good first step. Gene turned into another neighborhood where there were more barking dogs, and children were outside playing. Garnet danced away from each new experience, and sometimes Gene had to sit still speaking to and stroking the quivering neck until his horse calmed down enough to move on.

"What's yer horse's name, mister?" one youngster stood at his picket fence.

"Garnet," he answered. "What's your name?"

"Glenn," the boy said. "I've been sick, but now I'm better."

That's good, Glenn. If I ride up close to the fence do you want to pet him?"

"Oh, wow! Would I!"

"C'mon, Garnet," he clucked then gently nudged him with his heels. "C'mon boy!" Garnet slowly step by step walked up to the fence until the boy could reach over and touch the velvety nose.

"It tickles!" the boy laughed.

"Well, have a nice day, Glenn," Gene turned back to the street.

"Thanks!"

Gene waved with his riding quirt as the horse slowly continued.

"Let's head on home, boy," he turned down another street heading for home. "I think we've had enough for one day."

Honk! Honk! a car approached from behind.

Garnet was off like a shot down the road. Gene had no time to think, only time to react. Having ridden most of his life he just let him run for a little bit. Then bit by bit he began to rein him in, and in the end he walked him quietly down the lane and into the paddock.

"Any trouble?" Agnes asked later as he came into the house.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," he said.
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"Are you going to the picnic Saturday afternoon?"

"I thought I would. What about you, Howard?"

"Wouldn't miss it for nothing," Howard always seemed to be grinning.

"Who you taking?"

"They're having one of those basket raffles..."

"Oh, I see," Gene said with raised eyebrows.

"It's a good cause...its going to help the community and all."

"Ah, right you are," he grinned at his friend, and Howard guffawed at him.

"You going to ride Bing over?"

"Yeah, he's coming along pretty good. How about Garnet?" Howard stroked his horse's neck.

"I've got him used to almost every thing by now. Started riding him in town a few weeks ago, and he's come right along. I'm pretty pleased with him. Hope Mr. Goodnite will be too. Guess I'll see you tomorrow night then," Gene turned Garnet toward home.

"Yes, siree. Plan on it!" Howard said with a wave as he turned the other way.

The auctioneer held up a pretty basket with a pink ribbon wrapped around the handle. "Who'll give me ten cents here?" the bidding began as some young man nodded. Fifteen cents? Who'll give me Fifteen...fifteen?" He stopped a moment and held the basket up. "There must be a whole chicken dinner in here from the feel of it! who'll give me fifteen cents?" The bidding went pretty heavy then, "Twenty-five? Going once, twice, there you go to the young man over there, twenty-five cents.

Twenty-five cents seemed to be the going price. Maude Summers basket brought forty-five cents due to some rivalry between young men. She had told more than one young man which basket was hers, and someone was determined to make the other one pay.

Now, this basket has not only the prettiest white cover with blue bells embroidered on it, but..." the announcer stopped and lifted the cover..."umm umm umm! I can't tell you what all's in here, but I know the young lady that prepared it, and can vouch for her ability..." he held the basket up. "Who'll give me ten cents?"

Gene's eyes twinkled with laughter. He knew whose basket it was too, as Howard nodded, someone else across the way nodded also, then Howard, then the other person. The bidding went pretty fierce. Everyone gasped as it went all the way up to a dollar.

"I thought that other fellow wouldn't ever give up," Gene chided Howard after the bidding stopped.

"Me neither!" Howard exclaimed. "Don't know who he was, but..."

"Somebody giving you a run for your money," Gene laughed.

"Yeah, probably so. Who's basket did you get?"

"I bid on Ruthie's."

"Ruthie's basket? Whatever for? She's more like a little sister."

"That's exactly why," Gene agreed.

"I told Gene," Ruthie Goodnite came up with her basket, "One day when I get older, he can be my beau. That's why. Come on, Gene. We can sit over here by Mama and Papa!"

Gene rode down the spring time street. The sunlight filtered through the budding leaves on the trees. The dogs barked, children ran to their yard fences as he approached, reaching out to pet the pretty horse. Garnet-- brushed to a brilliant sheen, his flaxen mane and tail floating in the breeze like silken banners waited patiently as they ran their small hands along his neck. Sometimes he would even bend his head down and blow softly on their fingers.

Gene chose streets at random, they were all familiar and after so many trips he lost track of where he was.

"Hello," a familiar voice called to him from the sidewalk in front of a big white house with a wrap around porch.

"Whoa," Gene stopped and turned the horse toward the speaker. "Hello, Angela. How are you doing?"

"I could lie, and tell you I'm doing fine, but that would go against our original agreement, wouldn't it?"

"Well, yes, it would," he looked down at her in her delicate spring dress. She was so fashionable, the color highlighted her fair complexion, golden hair, and her blue eyes. He thought she looked like a perfect life sized doll. "Are you on your way somewhere?" he asked.

"No. Only home."

"Garnet and I have a few moments," he said as the saddle creaked when he swung down. "Let's walk up to the park. We can talk on the way. That is if you would like."

"I would like that."

They walked silently for a few minutes before Angela stopped and confronted him. "Why don't you come back to school? Nothing's the same...and everything's wrong. Don't you miss school? Your friends, and all of that?"

"No, I don't miss school. I have friends where I'm at now. Most of the people at the high school weren't my friends."

"What about me?"

"I said most of the people. There were a few friends"

"Well, don't you miss me?"

"In what way, Angela?" he was concerned where this was leading.

"I mean our friendship. I didn't go to the Christmas ball...I didn't want to go with anyone but...I told them I was sick...And I was too," she spoke quickly when she saw the shock on his face. "I was sick of their hypocrisy, of their lying, of...of everything."

s34 Days that Follow

"You need to lighten up, Wade!" said Greg Bilker.

"Bilker, you need to get-- Come to think on it, it's You that needs to lighten up!" Lonnie Smith glared at his team mate.

"He just thinks he's something. He can come in here--teacher's pet and all that--and push the rest of us around. Tell us what we can do. I'm not going to take his..."

"I said, that's enough," the team captain had Bilker by his shirt collar. "You're just sore, cause coach trusts him to watch out for his daughter...and she doesn't seem to mind the arrangement," he said dropping Bilker onto the bench.

Bilker glared at Lonnie then at Gene. He bent over and began to untie his shoes. There was an aura of anger that hovered around Bilker; Lonnie and Gene knew the matter was not settled.

Gene put the last touches to combing his hair and tucking in his shirt with a sigh. Always when dealing with people in general there was no end to people with an issue over something.

Bilker was still in the locker room as Gene and Lonnie finished their grooming and walked out the doors.

"Thanks, Lonnie. I doubt it will do any good...just make him mad at you also, but thanks anyway."

"Oh, he always makes me sick! He's got a mouth and an attitude to match. Sometimes I'd like to dunk his head..."

"Well, yeah, I know what you mean, but what's the answer for idiots like him?" Gene said with a shake of his head. "They aren't happy with being their own worst enemy, they have to be everyone else's too."

"Looks like we're both heading the same direction," Lonnie commented as he knocked at the coach's office door. "Where you taking Angela this time?"

"I have to pick her and Mrs. Dorking up from the dress makers and take them home, then bring the car back here..."

"That's a tough luck," Lonnie grinned at Gene.

"I'm not...Angela and I are just friends, Lonnie," Gene replied with embarrassment. "In some ways though it is rather convenient for her..."

Lonnie looked skeptical, "Convenient for her? How's that?"

"Since guys think that Angela and I are an item, it keeps snakes..."

"Like Bilker...," Lonnie guessed.

"...away." Gene finished. "What's taking him so long, better knock again, Lonnie!"

"Oh, hello, boys!" Mr. Dorking stood in the doorway as Lonnie raised his hand to knock again. I'll meet you in front of the building when you get back, Gene. I need to go over some things with Lonnie. Here's the keys. Don't let those two get the best of you now! the coach said with an absent minded dismissal.

"Yes sir..." Gene turned and walked out to the Dorking's cherry red automobile. I don't know why those two can't just walk home, he thought. They're only a few blocks from the dressmakers...but it isn't my business.

He pulled up neatly in front of Deering's Ladies' Shop, shut the motor off, and went to the front door. Peering in he could see that Mrs. Dorking was just finishing up with Regi Deering the dress maker. Angela glanced up as she waited. Seated primly on the bench beside the big mirror, she motioned at him.

Gene rolled his eyes. "Mrs. Dorking, do you need any help?" he offered as he stood just inside the door.

"There are a few things here," Mrs. Dorking replied. Her attention still occupied by the dressmaker, she waved at a small mountain of boxes. "You may put them in the back seat."

"Edgar!" Regi Deering called loudly to her son, who quickly appeared. "Help this young man carry these boxes out please!"

Edgar Deering was a thin pale young boy the same age as Gene. He grabbed three boxes, and Gene grabbed three boxes--this was a task that would take more than one trip.

"It isn't that these things are so heavy!" Edgar spoke as he set his packages into the back seat. He pushed his shock of coal black hair out of his eyes as he spoke. "They are just so clumsy!"

"They don't feel like there's anything in them," Gene agreed. "Thanks, Edgar. I was only supposed to pick Miss and Mrs. Dorking up..."

"No--no--thank you!" Edgar exclaimed. "I always get to fetch and carry...at least I don't have to do it all this time."

Finishing up they set the last items in the back as Mrs. Dorking swept out the door, a small sack in hand, Angela following close behind.

"Quickly, now...we must get home quickly...I have an engagement this evening. Angela, you sit up front there," Mrs. Dorking hurried Gene along as he closed the door behind her.

He held the door for the young girl and waited.

"Gene, you don't have to do that..." she protested.

"That's fine, Angela. Just get in and sit down," he said shutting the door after her.

"That's so embarrassing," she whispered at him as he put the automobile into gear.

"I don't know why...," he looked into the street behind him and pulled out. "you have to grow up sometime." The auto skimmed down the street, took a right, and purred down the few blocks to the large white house with the red shutters, and wrap around porch.

"Hopefully, Matilda has supper ready," Mrs. Dorking worried out loud. "I don't want to be late! If you will just carry those boxes up and put them in the front room. I'm in too much of a hurry to show you where else to put them..." she said jumping out and hurrying up the front steps.

"Mother's always in a hurry..." Angela made a slight face. "Here, I'll carry a package, and we can have Harvey finish with the rest. I'm sure Father didn't hire you to 'fetch and carry', as Edgar would call it."

"No, he didn't, not that I can't help. It's just that I'm supposed to have the Chevy back to the school quickly. That--and I need to get home to help my uncle with chores," Gene frowned. "Thanks, Harvey," he said piling the rest of the packages onto a cart. "See you Monday, Angela!" He slid into the seat and headed back to the school.

Mr. Dorking and Lonnie rose from the bench as Gene's door slammed behind him.
"You study those and we'll go over them Monday, Lonnie.". He said handing Lonnie a tablet of papers.

"Here's your keys," Gene said. "I'll see you Monday also...Lord willing."

"Thank you, young man," Mr. Dorking picked up a brief case and smiled at Gene. "I appreciate your help. I suppose you're in a hurry, but I was going to mention. You know at the country club we have a Christmas ball. If you don't have plans, perhaps you could be Angela's escort for the evening...her flowers and all would be provided, of course..."

Inwardly Gene quaked, but he spoke in a firm forthright manner, "I'm sorry, sir I do have other plans, and we don't dance...or go to balls...either one.

The smile disappeared and Mr. Dorking's face lost its smoothness. "I find it difficult that one--such as yourself--that is in the traveled class...that has been overseas and all. I find it difficult that you would hold to such archaic beliefs! You don't dance?! Why, in society one can hardly be said to be accomplished until they can dance!"

"My Pa always said he didn't want to hold any other woman in his arms except my mother...and I know mother felt the same way...Perhaps it is archaic, but I'm not ready to make a choice. --I'm not saying Angela isn't a great pal and fun to be around--but..."

"It's just a dance, for Pete's sake...not a commitment! If you have other plans, you have other plans. I just thought you enjoyed the privilege of being her escort. I'm sure I can find someone else...Lonnie...or Carpelle,or...even George Bilker, anyone of the other guys on the team would jump at the chance..."

"I'm sure that's true, sir. You will have to do as you see fit. My Aunt and Uncle will be worried about me...I'll see you on Monday," Gene said and tipped his hat slightly before turning toward where he kept his bicycle.

As Gene turned the corner, Lonnie finished tucking the tablet inside his coat, and was about to head out on his bicycle as well.

"I live just on the outskirts of town...we can peddle a ways together," he said. "So, you and Angela aren't an item then?" he questioned as they neared his house.

"No. Matter of fact someone else may be taking my place shortly," Gene rolled to a stop and put a foot down as they came to Lonnie's house.

"Is that so? I've always thought Angela was mighty pretty. Most fellows would..."

"Jump at the chance to be her beau. That's what Mr. Dorking just told me," Gene said with a sigh.

"Ah-oh! Do I sense trouble in paradise?" Lonnie laughed.

"Seems like there is a Christmas dance coming up, and Angela needs an escort."

"You don't want to take the damsel to the dance?"

"That's the long and short of it...I don't dance, you see..."

"Well, it's not that hard to learn!"

"No, you don't understand...it is a scriptural thing."

"Oh, I do see. My folks don't like dances either. They say they are immoral, with drinking...and other things that they only whisper about."

"Well, I got to get going. My Uncle's health has been doing rather poor lately," Gene pushed off with his foot, "I'll see you Monday, Lord willing."
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"Thank you, Lord!" Agnes breathed a sigh of relief as the long awaited figure appeared at the end of the drive way.

"Ge, Ge, Ge!" Nissa splashed her spoon back and forth in her dish. Nissa had watched as Agnes had kept an anxious vigilance between the front and back door for the last forty-five minutes.

"'ome! 'ome! 'ome!" she continued to splash.

"Yes, Nissa, Gene is home. Don't splash in your soup!" she said removing the bowl and giving her a piece of bread.

Agnes cut a thick slice from the loaf of bread then covered it with chunks of butter, and sprinkled sugar on top.

"Here!" she urged the rolled up slice into Gene's hand as he came in the back door. "Jed's been gone over an hour now."

"I'll take care of it," Gene turned and ran across the farm drive to the barn.

Agnes watched as in another few seconds Gene had slipped a bridle on Barney, the old bay horse. The patient horse stood quiet as Gene took a handful of mane in each hand and swung up. At Gene's urging the horse broke into a lope and the pair of them went quickly out of sight out across the pasture toward the wood lot.

Fifteen minutes more, Agnes stirred the soup and let Nissa down out of her chair. Another fifteen minutes went by and Agnes began to bundle Nissa in her warm wool coat. What was keeping Gene...what if he needed her help? Oh, God, please help them! she prayed as she slipped on her own coat and stepped out into the cold.

"Sled! Sled!" Nissa clapped. Thinking it was play time, she obediently sat on the sled as Agnes walked out into the cold pulling the sled behind.

"Hang on tight, baby!" This walk did not seem so long when she was riding behind the team, today it was an eternity. "Momma's going to run, so hang on tight!" she encouraged as she walked then trotted then walked some more.

Her heart leaped as she neared the wood lot. Gene was working over Jed's limp form as he lay in the snow. "Hang on, Nissa!" she warned as she took off on a final sprint that covered the last few yards.

"I told him not to come out here. I told him to wait. No, he wouldn't wait...had to come out!" she babbled as she knelt in the snow. "What's wrong? What can I do?"

"He'll be all right...he's coming around. I found the hot coffee you sent. I've warmed him up. See he's coming around."

Jed's eyes rolled as they helped him sit up. Gene rolled his coat up to use for a cushion, and continued to feverishly chafe his uncle's limbs.

"Uncle! Uncle!" he called as he slapped at his cheeks. "Wake up! Come on...help us get you up on this load of wood. We need to get you back up to the house...! Come on now!"

"Da, Da, Da! 'Mon, 'mon, 'mon!" Nissa sang still sitting on the sled.

Gene jumped up on the load of wood and made a place for sitting. "There you go," he said as they eased Jed into the spot, and Agnes settled beside him. "I'll just tie Barney on the back here, throw the sled on there, and Nissa will help me drive back to the house, won't you plum cake?"

"Giddup, Sally! Giddup, Tom!" the lines jumped in his hands, the team pulled forward, the chains rattled and Gene guided them in an arc toward the house.

The time was short compared to the trek Agnes had taken out, but her anxious eyes eagerly sought the lights of home.

Gene angled as close to the front door as he could, "Whoa!" he commanded.

"What a blessing Jed didn't take the big wagon. Easy now!" Agnes crooned as they slid Jed onto the ground. Nissa toddled along beside as the two of them helped Jed with feeble tread up the steps, across cold gray porch, and into the warm living room to his stuffed chair beside the stove.

"You take care of Jed...I'll go put up the team and finish the chores."

"Yes, you go ahead now. I'll take over from here."

It was an hour later by the time Gene was wearily heading into the house, and Doctor Foster's auto sat in the drive.

"Yes, I would say he has a bad case of pneumonia...give him lots of fluids...warm fluids especially. Keep him warm...Do you have any ipecac?"

"Yes, I have some Ipecac, and I have some warm soup. Some hot tea?" Agnes asked.

"Chicken broth? Hot tea, toast. Anything a long that line," the doctor instructed.

"I have some warm compresses."

"If he starts having trouble breathing...Gene...come here lad."

"Yes, sir?"

"Come with me," he placed a large skillful hand on Gene's shoulder and looked closely into his face. "I need you to help me get some things set up--I've seen this parlor before..." he said grimly running a weary hand through his white hair. "Well, this is what I need, Gene..."

"Doctor, I think that should be just about it," Gene said as he surveyed their makeshift hospital room. "Aunt do you have Uncle Jed ready? We'll help you get him into bed now."

"That should do it. Now, just don't get sick yourself. I'll be back tomorrow. Use the mustard plasters. If the mucous becomes a problem...use the formula that I gave you. Gene, you need to spell your Aunt so she doesn't get sick too. You've done a good job, but don't let down your guard." The doctor shouldered his way into his black coat. "You boys played a good season of football this year. My new associate did most of the games, but I did make some of them...Well, I'll see you tomorrow," he picked up his black bag and was gone.

"You take care of Uncle Jed. I'll take care of Nissa."

"She's had some supper...maybe just a little apple crisp there. Could you set the kettle on? I'll make a mustard plaster for him. Here, Jed, here's some warm tea," Agnes held the cup to his mouth. "Oh, Jed, why didn't you wait?" she whispered. "Oh, Jed," she said with a sigh.

"Stubborn," he whispered back. "Stubborn...and stupid."

"Jed, there's nothing wrong with being stubborn...you just have to make sure it's for the right reason! And Jed..."

"Peaches?" he closed his eyes and lay back on the pillow.

"I love you."

s33 Closure

"Objection!" Attorney Slie exploded from his seat. "Objection!"

"Order in the court room!" Judge Boyel rapped his gavel to quiet the court room. "On what grounds?"

Mr. Slie's mouth opened and closed silently.

"Order in the court room!" the Judge pounded his gavel again as amazement continued to buzz through the audience. "On what grounds?" he repeated to the the astounded attorney.

"Not fair!" he at last sputtered. From the look on his face he was grasping at straws in the water.

"Overruled!" the gavel fell again, and silence ruled for the moment.

Someone produced a handkerchief, and Spike wiped his face. He looked unashamed out across the townsfolk, most of whom he knew. His gaze rested on a careworn and faded older woman huddled in the far right corner. Dressed in faded outdated clothing, her attire matched her face: she appeared the personification of hopeless suffering.

"Most folks here know me. You know what I've been--through most-a-my life. I'm not here to defend that life, 'cause there warn't no defending it...but to them that say that Jesus Christ and his gospel can't change lives--I'm living proof that they's wrong. Gene Wade," Spike started to grin at Gene, "Gene, when you punched me out that day on that side street, you must-a knocked some sense inta me somehow..." he stopped to wipe his face again. "The day I met Gene, I was paid to whup the tar out of him. Scrawny kid. Didn't weigh a hundred pounds wet...should a been easy...but, he beat me...then treated me to ice cream at Greene's. That day I met Gene and David...and Jesus on a side street, and it changed my life. David Pickerell taught me that ya got to do the right thing...because it's the right thing to do."

"Objection!" Attorney Slie regained his voice. "Testimony should be struck from the record!" he demanded.

"On what grounds?"

"Volunteering information..."

Judge Boyel paused, "This is my court room...the testimony will remain on record."

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Gene lay balanced in the hammock, sunlight filtering through the leaves of the tall elm tree. As he thought back through the years, he felt old for all of his fifteen years of life. Shep jumped up, startled, as Gene rolled out of his cocoon.

Jed sat in his favorite chair whittling on a piece of oak, and Agnes had her embroidery thread spread on the seat beside her as she sat working on her embroidery. They looked up as Gene sauntered toward them as they sat on the porch.

"It's too hot to lay in that blanket!" he exclaimed as he pulled his harmonica out of the pocket on his bib overalls. He plunked down on the top step of the porch and began to play a haunting melody as the dog plopped down in the shade of the bottom step.

"That dog follows you every place..." Jed observed with a chuckle. "When you were gone he often lay just searching the driveway...listening for some kind of inkling."

"He's getting old though," Agnes added gently. "Look at the white hair around his muzzle. And he's getting around a lot slower than before."

"Kind of like you and me," Jed winked at Agnes and grinned.

"I suppose so, but at least we're still getting around!"

"Praise the Lord!" he agreed.

"Is it time to get Nissa up from her nap?"

"Yes, it is," Jed replied. "Gene is it your turn?"

"Yes, sir, I believe it is," he grinned, slapped his harmonica against his palm a couple of times to get any moisture out, then stuck it back in his pocket.

As happy gurgling baby sounds began to filter out the window a few minutes later, Agnes and Jed smiled and began to put their projects away.

"I sure do miss that boy when he's gone," Agnes said softly. "I'm so glad he's back."

"Yes, but...we won't be able to keep him. Time will snatch him away."

"I know it Jed," tears began to slide quietly down her cheeks. "I know it...and I want him to do what he needs to do..."

"But why does it have to hurt so...to let go," Jed finished her thought for her.

"What's the matter, Aunt?" Gene came into the room bouncing a giggling baby Nissa.

"I'm just an old codger that's feeling sorry for myself," Agnes wiped away tears.

"You will never be an old codger...not to me. You'll always be young and gorgeous, the second woman I've ever loved."

"Oh, go on with you, now!" she waved him away and wiped her eyes some more. "Give Nissa here. I'll change her clothes, while you go get ready for church. We're supposed to go to David's for games after church. That new family that moved into town will be there as well," she added with a subtle hint.

Gene combed his hair a little more carefully than usual--to please his Aunt, and was more careful about his clothing. Why, he wondered, would the daughter of the new teacher in town be interested at all in a country farm boy? With a sigh he put on his newsboy cap, and stumped down the stair steps.

Not, he thought as they pulled up later that evening at the Pickerell house, that Angela Dorking was unpleasant, but he could not see that she would find him exciting...but who can fathom the mind of a girl?

"So, have you been getting settled in?" Bessie asked Mrs. Dorking as they waited their turn at croquet.

"Yes, but..." she hesitated as the other players caught up to them.

"Oh yes," her husband exclaimed to David, "just a few more weeks and the school year will begin. Yes, and I'm ready to dig right in!"

"Yes, but what?" Bessie asked after the ladies took their turns and waited for the men.

"Well, Bill is so out going that he makes friends easily. This town seems so small--as to what we're used to--and it's hard to get into the...group."

"Since I've been here all of my life, I guess I don't really know..."

There was small talk when the men caught up.

"Do you have any hobbies? There are several groups that meet and do different projects?" Bessie offered.

"The last school district we were in there was a very good Bridge club," Edna said.

"I believe there is a Bridge club here in Littleton as well," Bessie said as she took aim.

"Bridge?" David scowled slightly.

"Yes, Bridge, David. You know, the card game?"

"Well, yes I know the card game..." he looked annoyed that she would ask such a childish question.

"I believe we will just make the round in time before it gets too dark. What do you think?" Jed looked anxiously to the last wicket in the near distance.

"I think you are right," David's scowl lightened up and his good humor returned. "There are refreshments in the house as well."

"Your parents are such good croquet players, and they get along so well," Angela held a bowl of ice cream and a cookie.

Gene picked up a cookie and crumbled it into his ice cream.

"I think they're headed down a long rough road," Jed challenged an earlier statement.

"Yes, they are real jewels," Gene wished he could listen to the other conversation, as the older folks discussed politics, religion and important events of the evening.


About to take a bite of her cookie, she hesitated. "Do you always talk so...queer? That is an odd way to put it...and why did you do that?"

"Why did I do what, and what is so odd about calling people jewels?" he said with a frown.

"You put your crumbs in your ice cream. In the circles I've been in--in the larger schools--" she said with a shrug and let him finish the sentence in his own way.

"Well, you know we're out of the way...kind of back woods know nothings out here," he replied controlling a smoldering anger.

Angela casually smoothed down her dainty silk dress, careful not to add cookie crumbs to its embellishments. She was of two minds. The one agreed with the young man sitting in the chair across from her.

These were back woods know nothings out here compared to the different schools she had been in. After all, her father was a good history teacher and a good ball coach. She could not understand why he had agreed to take this job...even if he did know the principal of the school, and on such short notice.

The other mind was that in all of those schools she had never met a boy as compellingly handsome as this young man, and she could not figure out--with just one meeting--which mind she wanted to win the battle.

"You may be right," she said. "I didn't mean to make you mad, either way," she smiled.

"There you have it then. I won't have to be anything but what I am, and neither will you. Agreed?" he took a scoop of ice cream and cookie crumbs. "I learned that trick from Sir, Hughes, knight in HMS, when we were in England on holiday this summer. This way I won't have to be concerned about getting crumbs on my Tuxedo, you see..." he said in his most British accent just as the young lady was about to take a scoop of her ice cream.

"Yes," she giggled, and covered her mouth. "I agree, Gene Wade."

"So, Gene, that is your name, right?" Bill Dorking asked.

"Yes, sir. Gene is my name," he said with a slight smile at Angela.

"Are you out for sports?"

"I'm not enrolled in high school, sir."

"That was excellent, Mrs. Pickerell," Mr. Dorking handed his plate to Bessie then turned his attention to the young man. "I understood you were just fifteen...Not enrolled in the high school? Why ever not...your grades not good enough? If you're good at sports, perhaps..."

"No, sir..."

David spoke quickly, "Gene was one of my star pupils...he was so far ahead of his grade I had to send to University to get some books for him to finish last year."

"Then why? Is it...money?"

"No, sir. Money is not the problem."