The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1919-02-06

SOlHS- lIliiS III lAlC hlShl lug DAdPCA
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 a little veranda that frOnted
the door of a law Office. There
slept peacefully until daylight, when
1 felt a hand on my face and awOke
suddenly. I remember that 1 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 1 called, as l
arose and looked about me and be-
gan to cry.
The man lifted me in his arms and
held me close to his breast and tried
to comfort me- I remember seeing
the Silent Woman pass while 1 was
in his arms.
Tell me what's your name" he
urged.
Barton Baynes,'' I said as soon as
I could speak.
'fWhere do you Iive?'
'In LickityspIit."
''How did you get here?"
Dug Draper brought me. Do you
know where Sally Dunkelberg lives?"
'Is she the daughter of Horace
Dunkelberg?"
''Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg,"
amended.
"Oh, yes, know her. Sally is a
friend of mine. Well get some break
fast and then Wen go 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 1 was shiv-
ering.
"You sit there and I'll have a fire
going in minute and get you warm
ed up
He wrapped me in his coat and went
into the back room and built a fire
in small stove and brought me in
and set me down beside it. He made
some porrfdge in kettle while I 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 q small table. My
eyes had watched him with growing
interest and I got TO the table about
as soon as the porridge and mounted
a chair and seized spoon.
Zone moment, Bart said my
host. by jingo! We've forgotten to
wash and you're face looks like the
dry bed of a river. Come here min
ute"
He led me out Of the. back door,
pail and tin basin and a dish of soft
soap. He dipped the pail in a rain
barrel and filed the basin. and 1
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 a towel.
In a 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 1 asked:
snow could 1 go and see Sally Dun
kelberg2"
what in the world do you want
of Sally Dunkelberg?" he asked.
ooh, just to play with her." 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"
'OnIy my Uncle Peabody"
Don't you like to play with him?"
ooh, some, but he can't stand me
any longer. He's all tired out, and
my Aunt DeeI, too. I've tipped over
every single thing On that place. /
tipped over the honey yesterday
split it all over everything and
rooend my clothes. I'm a reg1er pest.
So want to play with Sally Dunkel-
berg. 1 want to play with her a lit
tie while-just a wee little while"
Forward, march 70 said he and
away we started for the home Of the
| Dunkeibergs. The village interested
me Immensely. I had seen it only
! twice before. People were moving
about In the streets. One thing 1
| did not fail to notice. Every man
| we met touched his hat as he greeted
my friend.
1t was a square, frame house-that
/ of the Dunkelbergs-lar for that
village, and had a big dooryard with
trees in it. AS we came near the gate
1 saw Sally Dunkelberg playing with
other children among the trees. Sud
denly was afraid and began to hang
back. I looked down at my bare feet
and. ny clothes, both of which were
dirty Sally and her friends had
stopped their play and were standing
in group looking at US. I heard
Sally whisper:
SITS that Baynes boy. Don't ne
look dirty2"