Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1919-01-15

from, me- without another Wofu anu
..lt .I . nang of regret as l went TO the
lSnely and deserted home OF the
schoolmaster.
A. twelve-thlrty Mr.. Dunkeiberg
came for me, with high-stepping
sarss in a new harness and a shiny
still.running buggy. He wore gloves
and a beaver hat and sat very erect
and had little to say.
4 hear you met the president" he
remarked. -,
ayes. sir. l was introduced TO MN
,.,s morning. answered bit too
nroudly. and wondering how he had
heard Of my good fortune, but deeply
| ratified at his knowledge of it.
awhat did he have to sayT
f, described the interview and the
.ooks of the great man. Not much
mors was said as we sped away
toward the deep woods and the high
hills.
was eager to get home but won
dpred why he should be going with me
to tnlk with Mr.. Grimshaw and my
uncle OF course l suspected that II
had TO do with Amos, but how | knew
not He hummed in the rough going
and thoughtfully ficked the pushes
with his whip. I never knew a more
persistent hummer.
Aunt Deel shook hands with Mr.
Dunkelberg ana then came to me anu
said:
"yyal Bart Baynesl l never was so
glad TO see anybody in all the days O
nv life-ayes! We been lookin up
the road for an hour = eyes! fou
come right into the house this min
ute-both o. you"
The table was spread with the
things | enjoyed mOst-big, brown DIS
cults and a great comb of honey sur
rounded with its nectar and a pitcher
of milk and plate Of cheese ana some
ierked meat and an apple pie.
"Set right down an eat-l just
want to see ye eat-ayes | dor
Mr.. Grimshaw came soon after we
had finished our luncheon. He hitched
his horse at the post and came in.
Good day." he said, once and for
all, as he came in at the open door.
"Baynes, want to have a talk with
YOU and the boy. Tell me what you
know about that murder"
"Wal | had some business over to
Plattsburg" my uncle began. "While
was there | thought I'd go and see
Amos. SO l drove out to Beekman's
farm. They told me that Amos had
left there after workin' four days.
They gave him fourteen shillins an
he was goin' to take the stage in the
mornin'. He left some time in the
night an. took BeelSman's rifle with
him, SO they said There was a piece
O. wood broke out O. the stock O. the
rifle. That was the kind O. gun that
was used in the murder"
1t surprised me that my uncle knew
all this. He had said nothing to me
of his journey or its result.
"How do you know?' snapped Mr..
Grmshaw.
'This boy see it plain. 1t was a
gun with piece O. wood broke out
O. the stock"
''Is that so?" was the brusque de-
mand of the money lender as he
turned to me.
"Yes, SIR answered.
'The boy lies" he snapped, and
turning to my uncle added: eyer mad
cause I'm tryin to make ye pay yer
honest debts-ain't We now?"
Uncle Peabody, keeping his temper,
shook his head and calmly said: "No,
amt anything ag'in' you or Amos,
but it's got to be so that a man can
travel the roads O. this town without
gettin' his head blowed off,"
Mr.. Dunkelberg turned to me and
asked:
Are you sure that the stock of the
gun you saw was broken?"
YES, strand I'm almost sure 1t
was Amos that ran away with it."
"Why%
u picked up stone and threw It
at him and 1t grazed the left side of
his face, and the other night saw
the scar 1t made"
My aunt and uncle and Mr.. Dunkel-
berg moved with establishment as 7
spoke of the scar. Mr.. Grimshaw.
with keen eyes fixed upon me, gave a
little grunt of incredullty.
Huh !-Liar!" he muttered.
4 am not liar" l declared with in
dlgnation, whereupon my aunt angrilv
stirred the fire in the stove and Uncle
feaoody put his hand on my arm and
said:
son." pSi'
III you tell these things you NAV
pc the means of sending an innocent
poy 10 his DEATH" Mr.. Dunkelberg said
10 me. Il wouldn't be too sure ahout
EN- II were you, It's so easy to he
mistaken. You couldn't be sure in tbo
dusk that the stone really hit him
could you?" A''
:. | answered; "Yes, sir-I saw the
stone hit and I saw him put his hand
4h tne place while he was running.
guess it hurt him some"
Look a here, Baynes," Mr.. Grim.
shaw began in that familiar soo1dinr
lOilh Of hic ttT .