ox, cupboard, and
pocket-book empty. He had sat huddled on the seat for most of the way
up the road, but when near the store he lifted his eyes and fixed them
curiously upon the people before him. There was something pathetically
appealing in the expression upon his face. He seemed like a man trying
to recall something to his mind. He appeared strangely out of place in
that rough farm waggon. Even his almost ragged clothes could not hide
the dignity of his bearing as he straightened himself up and tried to
assume the appearance of a gentleman. The people saw this effort on
his part, and several wondered and spoke about it afterwards.
At first the old man did not seem to realise the purpose of the
gathering. But when he saw the auctioneer mount a box alongside of him
and call for bids, the truth of the entire situation dawned upon him.
He was to be sold as a pauper to the lowest bidder, so he heard the
auctioneer say. For an instant a deep feeling of anger stirred within
his bosom, and he lifted his