The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1919-02-27
CHAPTER l-continued.

express myself In the grief Of child
hood. He Rugged me close and begged
me to tell him what was the mat
ter.
"That Wills boy stole my melon"
said. and the words came slow with
sobs.
"Oh. no. he didn't" said Uncle Pea
body.
Eyes he did. I saw a piece O. the
rn'."
''well by" said Uncle Peabody,
stopping. as usual. ct the edge Of the
precipice.
"He's a SNAKE" I added.
"And you At and he scratched you
up that wayr
II scratched him, too"
"Don't you say a word about It to
Aunt Deel. Don't ever speak O that
miserable melon ag'in to anybody.
You scoot around to the barn, an
I'll be thefe In a minute and fix ye
up."
He went by the road with the tea
and I ran around to the lane and up
10 the stable. Uncle Peabody met
me there In q moment and brought a
pail Of water and washed my face
20 that felt and looked more respect
able.
The worst was over for that day.
but the Baynes-Wllls feud had begun.
Il led to many fight In the school
yard and on the way home. We were
% evenly matched that our quarrel
went on for long time and gathered
intensity as It continued.
One June day Uncle Peabody and
I, from down In the fields. saw a
ilne carriage drive in ut our gate. He
stopped and looked intently.
Jerusalem four-corners |" he ex-
claimed. "It's Mr.. and Mrs. Horace
Dunkelberg."
My heart beat fast at thought Of
the legendary Dunkelbergs. Uncle
looked me over from top to toe.
Heavens he exclaimed. "Go down
to the brook and wash the mud OF
yer feet an legs"
ran for the brook and before
had returned to my uncle heard the
horn blow.
'The Dunkelbergs l--the Dunkel-
bergs! Come quick! It seemed to
say.
Mr.. Dunkelberg was n big, broad
shouldered. solemn-looking man. Some
how his face reminded me Of a lions
ture books. He had n thick, long, out
standing mustache and side whiskers,
and dcep-set eyes and heavy eyebrows.
He stood for half a moment looking
down at me from great height with
his right hand In his pocket. heard
q little Jingle Of coins down where
his hand was. 1t excited my curios-
ity. He took a step toward me and
retreated. l feared, a little, this
big. lion-like man. My fee-s left me
suddenly when he spoke iI small
sQueaky voice that reminded me Of
the chlrping Of a bird.
Little boy, come here and I will
make you present." said he.
II reminded me Of my disappoint-
mept when uncle tried to shoot his
gun at a squirrel and only the cap
cracked.
went to him and he laid silver
piece In the palm Of my hand. Aunt
Deel began to hurry about getting din
ner ready while Uncle Peabody and
! sat down on the porch with our
guests, among whom was a pretty.
blue-eyed girl Of about my own age,
with long, golden-brown hair that
hung In curls.
"Sally. this ls Barton Baynes-can't
you shake hands with himf" said Mrs.
Dunkelberg.
With a smile the girl came and Of
fered me her hand and made funny
bow and said that she was glad to
see me. i took her hand awkwardly
and made no reply. had never seen
many girls and had no very high opln-
Ion Of them.
AS We sat there / heard the men
talking about the great Silas Wright,
who had just returned to his home
In Canton. He had not entered my
consciousness until then.
While l sat listening I felt tweak
of my HAIR. and looking around / saw
the Dunkelberg girl standing behind
me with saucy smile on her face.
wont you come and play with
met" she asked.
] took her out In the garden to
show her where my watermelon had
lain. At the moment couldn't think
Of anything else to show her. As we
walked along observed that her feet
were In dainty sbiny button-shoes.
Suddenly began to be- ashamed Of
my feet that were Drowned by the
sunlight and scratched by the briers.
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