The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-03-18

! been baked on a nat stone previously
ruhbed with bacon rind, and set up at
a sharp angle in the hottest corner OF
the fireplace. The slices of bacon were
done to q turn and four fresh eggs had
been fried with them. The coffee was
hot and strong, and there was maple
sugar to sweeten it. Taken altogether,
/ il was a breakfast that would have
pleased much more fastidious person
than hungry little Arthur Dale Dustin.
and he enjoyed it as, it seemed to him.
he never had enjoyed a meal before.
Uncle Phin's delight at seeing his
ill marse" eat so heartily was I'M
bounded, and they both found SO much
pleasure in their novel housekeeping
| that the mishap of an hour before was
! forgotten and they would willingly
have agreed to drift along in this happy
way for the rest of their lives.
After every scrap of food had been
eaten and only grounds renamed in the
coffee-pot. Uncle Phin began to clear
the table, which was an empty packing
box, shake the table-cloth, which was
newspaper. and wash the dishes,
while Arthur set to work to tidy up the
cabin. He made the beds. which only
took about one minute each. placed his
precious book carefully on one of the
shelves and then looked about for
broom with which to sweep the floor.
There was none.
'.Why, Uncle Phin!' exclaimed the
boy. ''If we haven't come off and for
gotten the broom
so we has, honey! SO we has, re-
piled the old man, pGusing in his work
and assuming an expression OF mock
dismay. Il rickollcc' now. when de
furnichure man putten in dem elergent
brack walnut bcdstids he say: 'Misto
Phin Dale, doan' you fergit somefin?'
An say: NO. Misto' Furnichure Man,
/ reckin not Now, he mus er been
meanin' de broom all de time, an now
we is come off an lief it benin
'sYou are making fun of me. you know
you are, laughed Arthur: ''but really, l
do need broom very much, for can't
make this place look tidy without one. y
s'You must have one. Of cose," said
Uncle Phin. AN we'll jes' run inter de
sho. and fin some white birch trees. an
Uncle Phin make you twig broom jes'
de fines you ebber SEEM
They were both glad of an excuse to
stop and make a landing. for they were
enjoying their voyage so much, that
they feared it might come to an end
more quickly than they wished it to. Sc
they went OH deck. and watched for a
good opportunity to run ashore.
At last they driftcd close in to a grassy
bank. above which were a number OF
huge oil tanks, a brick Building, and a
neat white cottage. 1t was pumping
station on one of the great pipe lines
through which crude petroleum is con-
veyed from the wells OF the Oil region
to the distant seaboard reineries. AT
that time it was thought necessary to
have relay stations of tanks, and pumps
to force the oil along from one
to another every five or six miles. Oh
late years, however, the pumps have
grown larger and stronger, until. on a
recently-constructed pipe line leading
into Chicago, one immense pumping en-
CINE forces the oil along the entire dis
lance of two hundred and fifty miles.
As the ark drifted slowly along in
front of this pleasant-looking place
Uncle Phin, directing Arthur how to
steer, lOosened the side sweep that was
furthest from shore, and by rowing with
it, headed their craft in toward the
bank. In minute more she was sc
close to it that active little Arthur could
spring to the narrow beach, carrying
with him the end of rope that he made
fast to tree.
When the boat was properly secured
: Uncle Phin, leaving Arthur to look ou
for it, shouldered his axe and went IL
f search of birch tree. Within half al
l hour he returned, bringing great bun
, die of twigs and the interesting infOr
t nation that there was a little boy and ;
: little girl up in the bushes picking
: blackberries.
, some, too?" asked Arthur. 1.-THE.
( would be so good for dinner, and if go
e enough you might make pie. yo'
1 know He was fully in earnest. for h
n had such firm faith in Uncle Phin's cul
Q mary skill that he believed he cOult
make any thing good to eat that any
D body else could.
: The old man only laughed at this; bu
said he might 60 if he wanted to, ant
0 the boy. taking tin cup in which t.
r hold the berries, ran of. happily enough
8 to find the children. When he dis
covered them, they were both standing
+ still, bashfully looking at him. the littl
n girl, in pink sunbonnet that reminded
y him of Cynthia's, half hidden behin'
@ her brother and evidently Just ready t
run away.
The new conner at once opened CONVEX
n sation by saying: ''How do you do?
am very glad to see you. because haven
,, very many friends. My name is Arthu
l Dale Dustin. What is yours?"
. The boy said his was Bert and his sis
tiers was Sue, and that both their name
= were Chapman. He added that thei
father was engineer of the pumping sta
;, ton, and that nobody else lived any
where near there
- Within FIVE minutes they wer
= in rod and