Evening journal., 1905-04-04

Our host went on talking as If he
were glad to tell the secrets Of his
heart 10 some creature Of his own kind.
have often wondered at his frank
ness, but there was a fatherly tender
ness, I remember IN the voice of Uncle
Eb and | judge it tempted his conf
dence Probably the love Of compan-
ionship can never be so dead in a man
but that the voice Of kindness may call
it back TO life again.
"I'll bring you a bite Z eat before
mornln'," he said presently as he rose
TO 20. let me feel Q your han. mis-
ter.H
Uncle Eb gave him his hand and
thanked him.
"Feels good. First I've he'd hold Of in
long time" he whispered. whats
the day O. the month";
"The 25th"
q must-remember. Where did you
come from2"
Uncle Eb told him, briefly, the story
Of our going west.
Guess you'd never do me no harm,
would ye?' the man asked.
mot a bit" Uncle Eb answered.
Then he bade us goodby, crossed the
creaking floor and went away in the
darkness.
"Singlar characterw Uncle Eb NUT
tered.
was getting drowsy, and that was
the last | heard In the morning we
found a small pail Of milk sitting near
us, roasted partridge two fried fish
and some boiled potatoes. It was
more than enough to carry us through
the day. with fair allowance for
Fred Uncle Eb was a bit better, but
very lame at that, and kept to his bed
the greater part Of the day The time
went slow with me, / remember. Uncle
Eb was not cheerful and told me but
one story, and that had no life in it.
At dusk he let me go out in the road
| to play awhile with Fred and the
wagon, but came to the door and called
us in shortly. I went to bed in a
rather unhappy frame of mind The
/ dog reused me by barking in the mid
/ die Of the night, and l heard again the
familiar whisper Of the stranger
"Sh-h-hl BE STILL dog" he whis-
pered. But / was up to my ears in
sleep and went under shortly, so 1 have
no knowledge Of what passed that
night. Uncle Eb tells in his diary that
he had a talk with him lasting more
than an hour. but goes no further and
never seemed willing to talk much
about that interview or others that
followed It.
only know the man had brought
more milk and fish and fowl for us.
We stayed another day in the old
house, that went like the last, and the
night man came again to see Uncle Eb.
The next morning my companion was
abe to walk more freely, but Fred and
I had to stop and wait for him very
often going down the big hill. I was
mighty glad when we were leaving tho
musty old house for good and had the
dog hitched with all our traps in the
wagon. It was a bright morning, and
the sunlight gllmmered on the dew in
the broad valley. The men were just
coming from breakfast when we turn.
ed in at David Browers. A barefooted
little girl bit older than I, with red
cheeks and blue eyes and long curly
hair that shone like gold in the sun
light. came running out to meet us an6
led me up to the doorstep, highly
amused at the sight Of Fred and the
wagon. / regarded her with curiosity
and suspicion at first, while Uncle Ell
was talking with the men. / shal
never forget that moment when DaviC
Brewer came and lifted me by th'
shoulders high above his head anC
shook me as if to test my mettle. HI
, then led me into the house, where hi
wife was working.
"What do you think Of this small bi
lf a boy?" be asked.
She had already lSnelt on the foo
and put her arms about my neck anC
Kissed me-
"Ain' no home" said he "Come al
the way from Vermont with an o.
man. They're worn out both Nv 'em
> Guess we'd better take 'em in awhile.
"Oh, yes, mother-please, mother,
put in the little girl who was holdinf
my hand. HE can sleep with me
mother Please let him stay"
. She knelt beside me and put her arm
around my little shoulders and drey
= me to her breast and spoke to me yer
' tenderly.
"Please let him stay" the girl plead
ed again.
David" said the woman, 81 couldn
turn the little thing away. Won't y
> hand me those cookies"
3 And so our life began in Paradis
}, valley. Ten minutes later l was pla,
ing my first game Of Il spy with II
tie Hope Brewer among the fragrar
e stocks Of wheat in the field back Of til
e garden.
CONTINUED Tomorrow
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