at and a blur to his vision.

"Do-o-o-on't cry, Aunt Judith!" gulped Jimsy courageously. "I'll be as
good as I know how. An' you'll be awful good to Stump, won't ye, Aunt
Judith? He's lame an'--an' he's had a fierce life."

"Yes--yes--"

"An' tell Uncle Austin White I sent him good-by."

"Yes, Jimsy."

"An'--an' write me every week 'bout ol' Peggy an' Uncle Ab an'--an' you,
Aunt Judith. Don't forget--"

"Everything, dear!"

"Go-o-o-oby, Aunt Judith!"

"Oh, Jimsy! Jimsy!"

Abner Sawyer fled to his wagon with his hands upon his ears. It was the
wildest sobbing he had ever heard. When Jimsy came, at last, looking
very red and swollen, the first citizen was staring straight ahead.

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Peggy finished at the station almost neck and neck with the train. The
minister spoke to Mr. Sawyer and rushed Jimsy up the steps. A bell
clanged. There was much noise and puffing and the train was under way.
Jimsy, wildly remembering his good-by to Uncle Ab, flung up the train
window and waved a frantic hand.

Then something happened.

A shaking hand touched the baggage-master.

"Stop the train!" said Abner Sawyer harshly. He was deathly white.
"It--it is important. I will pay if necessary."

It was unprecedented, but, thoroughly rural in his taste for sensation,
the baggage-master leaped to the bottom step of the nearest car and
spoke to a brakeman. The brakeman glanced at the first citizen with
respect. There was a hissing noise and a jerk. When the train rumbled to
a stop again under the startled eyes of Lindon, Abner Sawyer was already
striding up the aisle. With the intelligent eyes of the young minister
upon him, he snatched Jimsy roughly from the seat, carried him down the
aisle--down the steps--and over the platform to Peggy.

"W-what is it, Uncle Ab?" faltered the boy. "Did I--did I forget
something?"

Abner Sawyer felt the boy's warm young cheek against his face and a
great lump welled up in his throat. Something hot stung his eyes. The
clasp of his arms tightened.

"Jimsy," he said huskily, "you said I ought to give Aunt Judith a
Christmas present, and I'm going to give her--_you_!"

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