Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-01-15
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I heard Uncle Peabody drive away
4 watched him through the open win.
dow. I could hear Aunt Deel wash.
ing the dishes In the kitchen. I got
ont Of bed very slyly and put on my
Sunday clothes. went 70 the open
window. The sun had Just gone over
the top Of the woods. I would have
% hurry to, get 10 the Dunkelbergs'
before dark. I crspt out on. the TOP
Of the shed and descended the lad
der that leaned against II. stood q
moment listening. The dooryard was
covered With shadows and very still
The dog must have gone With Uncle
Peabody. I ran through the garden
to the road and down 1t ~ fast al
my bare feet could carry me. In that
direction the nearest house was al.
most . mile away. I remember
was out Of breath. and the light was
growing dim before I got to 1t.
: went on. lt seemed TO me that ]
had gone nearly fsR snough to reach
my destination when I heard b6sgy
coming behind me-
Hello" . voice callsd.
I turned and looked up at Dug ORA.
per, in Q sinsie buggy. dressed In his
Sunday suit.
rs Il much further 70 where the
Dunkelbsrgs liver I asked.
The Dunkelbsrgsf Who be theyr'
It seemed 70 mo very strange that
he didn't know the Dunkelbsrgs.
where Sally Dunkslberg nves."
That was q elinehef. He laughed
and swore and saids
cit in herr. boy. III take 70
there"
l got into the buggy. and he struck
his horse with he whip and went gal.
looping away IN the dusk.
BY and By We passed Rovin' Kate.
could just discern her ragged form
by thu roadside and called to her. he
struck his horse and gave me q rude
shake and babe me shut up.
It was dark and felt very cold and
began to wish myself homo in bed.
"Ain't we most to the Dunkel.
bergs'T asked.
"No-not yet" hs answered.
I burst into tsars and he shook me
roughly and showed me down on the
buggy floor and said:
"You lay there and kesp still; do
you hearr'
EYES," I sobbed.
lay shaking with fear and fight
ing MY sorrow and kesping 90 still %
/ could with II, until. Hsaried BY the
strain. fell asleep.
What befell mo that night while I
dreamed of playing with the sweet
faced girl ! have wondered often.
Some time In the night Dug Draper
had reached the village Of Canton and
got rid of me. He had probably put
me out at the water trough. Kind
hands had picked me- up and carried
me to little vcranda that fronted
the door Of a law office. There I
slept peacefully until daylight, when
I felt hand on my face and awoke
suddenly. remember that felt
cold. A kindly faced man was lean
Ing over me.
Hello, boy" said he. "where did
you come from?"
I was frightened and confused, but
his gentle voice treasured me.
"Uncle Peabody" called, % I
arose and looked about me and b.
gan to cry.
the Silent Woman pass while I was
in his arms.
"Tell me what's your name," he
urged.
"Barton Baynes," said as soon ~
I could speak.
"Where do you liver
SIN Lickityspllt."
"How did you get here?"
'Dug Draper brought me. Do you
know where Sally Dunkelberg livesy
"Is she the daughter of Horace
Dunkelberg?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg,"
l amended.
"Oh, yes, I know her. Sally is =
friend Of mine. Well get some break
fast and then we'll 80 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 shiv-
ering.
"You sit there and I'll have 4 fire
going in a minute and get you warm
ed up"
He wrapped me in his coat and went
intn fho hack rnom and huilt n fre
in a small stove and brought me in
and set me down beside It. He made
some porridge in a kettle while sat
holding my little hands over the stove
to warm them, and sense Of com.
fort grew In me.
He dipped gone rorridee into bowls
and put them on a small table. Ny
eyes had watched him with growing
interest and I got to the table about
as soon as the porridge and mounted
q chair and seized q spoon.
Zone moment, Bart" said my
host. by lingo! We've forgotten to
wash and you're face looks like tho
dry bed Of a river. Come here 4 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 q rain
barrel and filed the basin, and I
washed myself and waited not upon
my host, but made for the table and
began to eat, being very hungry. at