Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-12-20

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CHAPTER II-Barton meets Roylnp
Kate, known In the nelghborhood as the
silent Woman" Amoa 0rimahaw, young
son OF the richest man In tho township,
Ii visitor at tho BayneH home, and
Rowing Kate tells tho fortunes OF the two
boys, predicting a bright future for Bar
ton and death on tho gallowB for Amos,
| Reproved for an act or boyiRh mischief
Barton runs away, intending to make his
home with the Dunkelbefgs He reaches
the village OF Canton and falls into O
sleep OF exhaustion on n porch. There
he IL found by ellaB Wright, Jr., promi-
nent man In public affairB, who, knowing
Peabody Baynes, takee Barton home AZ.
ter buying him now clothes,
The man lifted me in his arms and
held me close TO his breast and tried
to comfort me. / remember seeing
A Kindly Faced Man Was Leaning
Over Me.
the Silent Woman pass while l was
in his arms.
"Tell me what's your name" he
urged.
'Barton Baynes," ! said as soon as
l could speak.
"Where do you liveT
"In LickNyspllt."
GLOW did you get hereT
dug Draper brought me. DO you
know where Sally Dunkelberg liveSY
as she the daughter Of Horace
Dunkeberg?'
"Mr and Mrs Horace Dunkelberg,"
! amended.
"Oh, yes, I know her. Sally is a
friend of mine. Wen get some break
fast and then wen 90 and find her"
He carried me through the open
door Of his office and set me down
at his desk The cold air of the
night had chilled me and / was shiy-
ering.
"YOu sit there and III have fire
going in minute and get you warm
ed up"
He wrapped me in his coat and went
into the back room and built fire
in small stove and brought me in
and set me down beside it. He made
some porridge in kettle while | sat
holding my little hands over the stove
to warm them, and a sense Of com
fort grew in me.
He dipped some pOrridge into bowls
and put them on small table. My
eyes had watched him with growing
interest and / got to the table about
as soon as the porridge and mounted
a chair and seized spoon.
zone moment Bart" said my
host. "By lingo! We've forgotten to
wash and you're face looks like the
dry bed of river. Come here min
ute"
He led me out Of the back door,
where there were wash-stand and
pail and tin basin and dish of soft
soap. He dipped the pail in a rain
barrel and filled the basin, and l
washed myself and waited not upon
my host, but made for the table and
began to eat, being very hungry, af-
ter hastily drying my face on towel.
In minute he came and sat down
to his own pOrridge and bread and
butter.
When he had finished eating he set
aside the dishes and l asked:
'Now could l go and see Sally Dun
kelberg?"
"What in the world do you want
of Sally Dunkelberg?" he asked.
"Oh, just to play with her." l said
as I showed him how 1 could sit on
my hands and raise myself from the
chair bottom.
Haven't you any one to play with
at homer"
"Only my Uncle Peabody"
Don't you like to play with himT
"Oh, some, but he can't stand me
any longer. He's all tired out, and
my Aunt Deel, too. I've tipped over
every single thing on that place. I
tipped over the honey yesterday
split it all over everything and
rooend my clothes. Pm a reg'ler pest.
So want to play with Sally Dunkel-
berg. / want to play with her a lit
tie while-just n wee little while"
Forward, march," said he and !
away we started for the home Of the
The village interested
me immensely. 1 had seen it only
twice before. People were moving
about In the streets. One thing I
did not fail to notice. Every man
we met touched his hat as he greeted
my friend.
1t was square, frame house-that
Of the Dunkelbergs-large for that
village, and had big dooryard with
trees In it. AS we came near the gate
saw Sally Dunkelberg playing with
other children among the trees. Sud-
denly was afraid and hogan to hang
back. I looked down at my bare feet
and my clothes, both Of which were
dirty. Sally and her friends had
their play and were standing