The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1919-01-02

never called me 'sir" before. I went
slowly to the steps.
my Lord" Aunt Deel exclaimed.
Look at that lip and the honey all
over him-ayesl l tell ye-I can't
STAN It."
Say, boy, Is there anything on this
place that we amt tipped overl" Uncle
Peabody asked In a sorrOwful tone.
wouldn't We like to tip the house
over?"
I was near breaking down In this
answer:
~ went into the but'ry and that
pan jumped on to me-"
Didn't you taste the honey7"
NO." I drew In my breath and
shook my head.
Liar, tool" said Aunt Deel. II
can't stan 1t an / won't"
Uncle Peabody was sorely tried, but
he was keeping down his anger. His
voice trembled as he said:
boy, l guess you'll have to"
Uncle Peabody stopped. He had
been driven TO the last ditch, but he
had not stepped over 1t. However, I
knew what he had started to say and
sat Gown on the steps In great de-
lection. Shep followed, working at
my coat with his tongue.
l think the sight of me must have
touched the heart of Aunt Deel.
peabody Baynes, we mustn't be
cruel" said she In a softer tone, and
then she brought a rag and began to
assist Shep in the process of clean
ing my coat. Good land He's got TO
stay here-ayes he amt got no
other place to go to-"
Put If you can't stan it," said I'm.
Gle Peabody.
I've got to stan it-ayes!- can't
stan it, but I've got to-ayes! So
have you"
Aunt Deel put me to bed although
1t was only five o'clock. AS l lay
looking up at the shingles a singular
resolution came to me. 1t was born
Of my longing for the companionship
of my kind and of my resentment. ]
would go and live with the Dunkel-
bergs. l would go the way they had
gone and find them. l knew it was
ten miles away, but of course every
body knew where the Dunkelbergs
lived and any one would show NE.
l would run and get there before
dark and tell them that / wanted to
live with them and every day l would
play with Sally Dunkelberg. Uncle
Peabody was not half as nice to play
with as she was.
l heard Uncle Peabody drive away.
/ watched him through the open win
dow. l could hear Aunt Deel wash
ing the dishes in the kitchen. / got
out of bed very slyly and put on my
Sunday clothes l went to the open
window. The sun had just gone over
the top of the woods. l would have
to hurry to get to the Dunkelbergs'
before dark. l crept out on the top
of the shed and descended the lad.
der that leaned against 1t. l stood q
moment listening. The dooryard was
covered with shadows and very still
The dog must have gone with Uncle
Peabody. l ran through the garden
to the road and down it as fast as
my bare feet could carry me. In that
direction the nearest house was al.
most a mile away. l remember ]
was out Of breath, and the light was
growing dim before I got TO it.
went On. 1t seemed TO me that ]
had gone nearly far enough to reach
my destination when / heard a buggy
coming behind me.
Hello !" a voice called.
I turned and looked up at Dug Ora,
per, In a single buggy, dressed in his
Sunday suit.
"Is 1t much further to where the
Dunkelbergs liver 1 asked.
"The Dunkelbergs1 Who be they7'
It seemed to me very strange that
he didn't know the Dunkelbergs.
"Where Sally Dunkelberg lives"
That was a clincher. He laughed
and swore and said:
"Git in here, boy. TIL take ye
there"
got into the buggy. and he struck
his horse with the whip and went gal
looping away In the dusk.
BY and BY We passed Rovin' Kate
I could just discern her ragged form
by the roadside and called to her. He
struck his horse and gave me a rude
shake and babe me shut up
1t was dark and I felt very cold and
began to wish myself home In bed
"Ain't we most TO the Dunkel
bergs'T / asked.
"No-not yet he answered.
I burst into tears and he shook mt
roughly and showed me down on the
buggy floor and said: