The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1919-04-18

neighborhood called Lickitysplit. al
CHAPTER I-contlnued.
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I could only fall Into his arms and
express myself in the grief Of child
hood. He Rugged me close and begged
me to ts1l him what was the mat
tc.
That Wlllo boy stole my melon"
I eaid. and the words came slow With
Sohs.
-oh. no. hs didn't" said Uncle Pea
fss he did. I cav . piece . the
sin'."
''well by1 said Uncle Peabody.
stoppinE - usual. at the edge Of the
preciplee.
Hes q snaka." I added.
"And you At and he scratched you
up that wayr
II scratched him, too"
"Don't you say q word about II to
Aunt Deel. Don't ever speak O. that
miserable melon. agin to anybody.
You scoot around to the barn, an
I'll b. there In q minute and nx 70
up."
He went By the road With the tea
and I ran around to the lane and up
to the stable. Uncle Peabody met
me there In . moment and brought
pail Of water and washed my face
% that felt and looked more respect
able.
The worst was over for that day.
but the Baynes-Wills feud had begun.
It led to many a tight in the school
yard and ON the way home. We were
so evenly matched that our quarrel
went on for long time and gathered
intensity as 1t continued.
One June day Uncle Peabody and
I, from down in the fields, saw .
fine carriage drive in at our gate. He
stopped and looked intentiy.
Jerusalem four-cornersw he ex-
claimed. ITS Mr.. and Mrs. Horace
Dunkelberg."
My heart beat fast at thought Of
the legendary Dunkelbergs. Uncle
looked mo over from top to toe.
"Heavensl" he exclaimed. "Go down
to the brook and wash the mud OF
yer feet an legs"
ran for the brook and before I
had returned to my uncle heard the
horn blow.
"The Dunkelbergs tho Dunkel-
bergsi Come quicki" It seemed to
say.
Mr.. Ounkelberg was a big, broad
shouldsred, solemn-looking man. Some
how his face reminded me Of q lions
which I had seen in one Of my pic
ture books. He had a thick. long. out
and deep-set eyes and heavy eyebrows.
He stood for half a moment looking
down at me from q great height with
his right hand in his pocket heard
a little jingle Of coins down where
his hand was. It excited my curios-
ity. He took q step toward mo and
retreated. I feared, q little, this
big. Mon-like man. Ny fears left me
suddenly when he spoke In . small
sQueaky voice that reminded me Of
the chirping Of a bird.
Little boy. come hero and will
make you q present" said he.
It reminded me Of my disappoint-
ment when uncle tried to shoot his
gun at q squirrel and only the cap
cracked.
I went to him and he laid q silver
piece in the palm Of my hand. Aunt
Oeel began to hurry about getting din
aer ready while Uncle Peabody and
I eat down on the porch with our
biue-eyed girl Of about my own aga.
with long. solden-brown hair that
0ung In curls,
"sally. this u Barton Baynes-can't
you snake hands with himr' said Mrs..
Dunkefberg.
with . smile the girl came and o.
fefed ms her hand and made funny
bow and said that she was glad to
- me. I took her band awkwardly
and made no rsply. had never seen
many girls and had no very high opin-
Ion Of them.
~ ~ sat there heard the men
.aiking about the great oilas Wright.
who had Just returned to his home
In Cantoo. He had not entered my
consciousness until then.
While I eat listening felt q tweak
Of ny hair. and looking around saw
the Dunkelberg girl Standing behind
ne with q saucy smile on her face.
"Woa't you come and play with
meT she asked.
took hef out In the garden 10
show her where my watermelon had
lain. At the moment I couldn't think
Of aAything else to show her. ~ We
walked along I observed that her feet
were In dainty shiny button-shoes.
suddenly began to be ashamed Of
~ fest that were Drowned BY the